Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

Mike walked in, stethoscope on his neck. He was a tall, light skinned, handsome young man. Every nurse in the hospital had always admired him because he was very good at what he does. He wasn’t a man who really paid attention to women. Though he didn’t come from a second generation rich family, he didn’t lack anything. At twenty-nine, he already made himself a name in the medical world. Most people called him the miracle doctor, some called him the medical god. “Aria?” His voice was soft.

His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned. His beauty struck me like a blow, and I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, his intimidating aura swallowing the entire space around him. Dr. Benjamin Cavanagh. The eccentric billionaire dubbed the Mad Doctor. “Do you see him?” My father crackled in my ear. “Yes.”

His eyes dropped to my chest for a second, then back to my face. The tension in the room grew thick. I could feel my body responding to him even through the pain — a warm pull low in my belly. This was crazy. I barely knew the man, and here I was, lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg, getting turned on by my doctor. “Dr. Black—” “Ethan,” he corrected. “When we’re alone like this, call me Ethan.” My heart raced. “Ethan… this is probably normal for you. Saving people. Having them look at you like you’re some kind of hero.”

Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and striking blue-gray eyes that focused on me with an intensity that made my skin warm. He wore a white coat over expensive-looking clothes, and when he extended his hand, I noticed the watch on his wrist. Definitely not something most doctors could afford. "Ms. Hartley. I'm Dr. Vincent Kane. It's nice to meet you." I stood on shaky legs and shook his hand. His grip was firm, warm. "Please, have a seat. And call me Vincent if you're comfortable with that." He settled into the chair across from me, completely at ease. He picked up my intake forms.

The rich scent of roasted boar, spiced mead, and burning cedar filled the clearing as guards slammed iron tankards together, celebrating the end of three days of pure hell debating who would win. Miracle sat near the center of the flames on a carved wooden bench. She had scrubbed the mountain mud from her skin and let her hair fall loose over a clean white wool tunic. She threw her head back, laughing warmly as one of her young scouts dramatically re-enacted her tackle in the mud pit. Firelight danced across her warm skin, making her look softer, gorgeous, and entirely unapproachable. A hundred yards away, deep in the icy, pitch-black shadows of the fir trees, a single cherry-red ember flare

Christopher I felt relieved when the doctor informed me that my blood helped them keep Miracle stable. However, it didn’t help her much with the healing process. It has been over a day and there is no sign of her waking up. The pack doctor ran a lot of tests to check what was happening with her.

Follow me on I*: @crissaautora Hope you like it! A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE - MY PERVERTED DOCTOR RICARDO‘S POV If I could imagine the twist that would turn my life, maybe I would have thought twice before deciding to go back to Brazil. After living for eight years in Canada, the geographical and cultural differences became evident as Soon as I set foot at Rio de Janeiro airport. I didn't expect anyone to show up for me, but to my surprise, she was there: Alice, my beloved little sister. The only thing I thought about, throughout the flight, was hugging her and saying everything would be okay. But I knew you wouldn't. The cancer that had anathetised in Dad's liver had returned. I was a doctor and I

He turned around to take a look. "Miracle Doctor Liu! It's really you!" Pu Xiuyuan, the miracle-working doctor of South Korea, was extremely excited. He hurriedly pulled Miracle Doctor Liu to the bed, and the Gong family retreated silently.

It was as if life came back into his body, he was bursting with energy and was even able to move instantly. At that moment, that had been considered a medical miracle. Therefore, if he were to put the miracle doctor, Anthony Simmons’s name in the eyes of the public on the line, no one would ever doubt him ever again. Not only would this dissolve the doubt, but it also brought about the reason as to why the troublemaker, Ichiro, had disturbed Anthony Simmons previously when he had been eyeing the medicinal recipe of the Healing Pill. Soon, Faith brought Dr. Spears, who was working the night shift.

Then he stepped closer to the bed, stopping a few steps away. Their eyes met. A multitude of emotions flashed by before vanishing. “Mr. Elsher, long time no see. The Divine Doctor has arrived, here specifically for you. Is now a good time for a pulse diagnosis?” Mason: “???” Seneca uncrossed his legs, clearly stunned. “What?! The Divine Doctor? You mean that Miracle Doctor? The one on par with Miss Q?” “Yes.” Dr. Lane didn’t find it unusual anymore. He had been shocked once, too.