Novel & Cerita Miracle Doctor

Helen said meaningfully, "Mr. Hills, do you think this miracle doctor who was highly praised by Zachariah could be this man?" "What do you mean? Are you saying that this miracle doctor, revered even by Zachariah, is this kid? Are you kidding me? Does he look like it? Do you think he could even be the miracle doctor?" Mason and Tyga said in unison, "When the Majestic Ruler appears, even death runs away in fear! Please take action, Mr. Henderson!" Samuel's eyes widened. "He… he…" "That's right, this is the miracle doctor—Dr. Henderson," Mason said with a smile. "We ca

I laid there for an hour before Gerald ordered his men to take me to the hospital. “She had a miscarriage. She needs all the rest she can get”. From my sleep, I heard the doctor’s voice. I opened my eyes and checked out for Gerald, luckily, he was nowhere in the room. It was my savior, Harrison. He looked disturbed as he spoke with the doctor. The doctor walked out and I slowly whispered his name, “Harry”. He held my hand softly and almost had tears in his eyes. “Mira, I am sorry. Gerald sent me here. I can’t believe he did this to you” he apologized.

Patting my shoulder, Miranda chimed in, “I can understand. We, doctors, hardly get time to look after us.” Now was the time to ask. Skillfully, I asked Miranda, “Can you share with me the report and results of Zara Creswell? She came here for an ultrasound scan right now.” Before Miranda would doubt my intent, I quoted, “Actually, Zara Creswell is my patient. So, I need to look at the reports.” “Sure,” Miranda nodded. She explained, “The formal reports would come in an hour but let me tell you what the condition of the patient is.”

If he wants to be one of those doctors who only treats patients for money, that’s not my problem. As for me, I know what kind of doctor I’m going to be. I may or may not deserve to be a doctor, but I am one, and I’m going to do my best to save as many lives as I can. I’m not going to turn away anyone who needs my help. That’s how I’m going to survive – by knowing I’m saving lives, that I’m helping others. Not just that, I’m going to thrive.

​After an agonizing minute, the physician pulled his hand back as if burned. ​"P-Prime Minister..." the doctor stammered, his eyes darting to the floor in sheer terror. "The First Lady’s pulse is chaotic. She has ingested a highly potent toxin. If we do not administer an antidote immediately, her organs will fail." ​Han Feng did not shout. He did not ask who did this in a fit of theatrical rage. Instead, the Prime Minister stopped moving entirely. Even the flickering flames of the bedside lamps seemed to dim under the crushing weight of his presence. His gaze slowly shifted from the dying girl on the bed to the terrified servant in the corner.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

I said, my voice trembling, “isn’t there something—anything…you can do? A procedure, a trial, a specialist anywhere, anything at all?” The doctor’s eyes softened with pity, but his head shook slowly. It seemed as though he had tried all these. “I’m sorry. We’ve exhausted all options. The damage is irreversible. There’s nothing more we can do at this stage.” He stated, “only a miracle can make him see now.” “No,” I whispered. “There has to be something. Please.” My voice cracked. “Please, just check again. Refer us. There has to be someone else, someone who can help us, just try something, just—”

The doctor cleared ”is throat and stared at both parents before he began; he took in a deep breath before he started. “You know, at first, we lost your son,” he said calmly. “We lost him, and we felt so terrible about that. I had just come out to inform you guys about your son’s demise when one of the nurses called me and informed me he was moving.” The doctor began and the couples listened kinly. “Then, I rushed into the ward, and true to her words, your son was truly alive. I can promise you that throughout my 35 years as a doctor, I haven’t recorded this kind of miracle; it was incredible,” the doctor said with a smile.

The younger doctor said with a smile. Saanvi's eyes widened, tears brimmed in her eyes. Amir gasped in shock. " Ah....?" is that all Saanvi could say. She seemed to have lost the ability to speak. " Thanks doctor.... thank you so much....!" Amir spoke, regaining from shock. " It is a Medical MIRACLE. there's nothing we could do to bring him out of coma.... It's beyond science.....the greater lord has answered your prayers....!" the elder doctor spoke with a smile.

"Haha, a miracle doctor? There ain't a lot of people who dare to call themselves that. Do you have a medical license? Show it to me if you have it. If not, how do you expect me to believe you?" Severin shrugged. "I don't have that." After that, he looked back at Stanley who had placed the medical box on the ground, and said, "Do you see him? He's my assistant, someone who solely assists me in carrying my medical box. That's enough to say that I'm a miracle doctor."