Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

That my wife wasn't dead. “No, doctor. Please give us a little more time. We're hoping for a miracle.” You should have seen the skeptical look the doctor gave us, though he masked it quickly behind a wall of medical professionalism. Knowing that miracles didn't happen that often, especially miracles of this magnitude, he simply nodded. “Sure. You're free to take as much time as you need.” But how much longer could I really wait? My palm brushed away loose dirt from the tiny concrete grave marker, my fingertips tracing the carved letters of his name.

But the biggest change came when Silas handed me a small plastic case. "Colored contacts," Silas explained. "Grey-blue. Your natural brown eyes are too well-known from the news broadcasts during the cartel trial. Change them." I popped the lenses in. When I blinked against the initial sting and looked into the mirror, I gasped. The warmth was entirely gone. A stranger stared back at me. With the platinum hair, the sharp makeup, and the icy grey-blue eyes, I looked detached from reality. I looked like an eccentric, ultra-wealthy European aristocrat who had never known a day of labor in her life.

"Do you even know the identity of the legend who's about to heal you?" I blinked. Before I could answer, he continued excitedly. "He's what people call the Miracle Doctor. Surgery is his specialty. Anything that requires fixing. Anything requiring reconstruction..." "Anything needing perfect realignment...he does it." Doctor Grant practically looked like an obsessed fan. Those kinds that stalked Kpop stars. "His basic consultation f*e is one million dollars." My eyes widened. For the first time since entering the hospital, the pain in my arm momentarily disappeared from my thoughts. "One million dollars?"

The moment he was gone, she let out a slow, controlled breath, the tension locking her jaw back into place. "He doesn't know who you are. He thinks you're just a hospital board member." "Richard is a civilian," Diego murmured. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned his head down, his lips brushing mere millimeters from her ear. To the hundreds of people walking past them, it looked like a billionaire whispering an intimate, romantic secret to his beautiful wife. "But you need to look closer, Doctora," Diego's voice dropped into a dark, gravelly register, meant only for her. "This room is a mirror. Half of these men save lives. The other half end them."

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

“A-Are you sure?” “Of course. And you’re worthy of my love. I’m the one who should be worried because you can find someone much better than me. Y'know, before I met you, not to brag but I’m just a rich and serious doctor, I just want to help and see my patients and nothing more. But when you and Miracle came into my life, I finally found a reason to move forward for the better.”

“Dr. Patricia, quick! I’d like to have a check up! Can you check if my tumor is still there?” The doctor froze. “If it's still there? Why would it disappear for no reason?” One of the guys pointed at Alex, smiling. “Doctor, you just don’t know. This man is a legendary doctor, he can cure any sickness. Even the California miracle doctor refers to him as his master. This legendary doctor poked his head and the tumor went poof! Gone!” His tone and expression was sarcastic, as if he was telling the world’s biggest joke. He wanted to see Alex humiliated.

Cayden retorted angrily, “Do you think I’m like you? Mr. Townsend’s done me a favor, and I’m not an ungrateful, despicable person! “Kayson Yarde here is a miracle doctor and someone I’ve gotten to treat Mr. Townsend. Scram, don’t get in our way.” Miracle doctor? Dickson froze before he looked at Kayson darkly and scoffed, “Miracle doctor, huh… He’s so young!” The guy looked like he was a fresh graduate and called himself a miracle doctor? Was Cayden Lane losing his sanity? Others might have deceived him. It’d be great in that case!

Beam said worriedly. Hearing this, Joe finally snapped out of his confusion and then stared intently at Bono. "You fool! It's the opposite. That arrogant young man was actually telling the truth." Joe said with a worried look on his fierce face. Beam's eyes widened, "Sir? Are you sure? You-" "The doctor confirmed it. That damn young man ... he really knew that I had intestinal problems, and do you know what the doctor said? He ... said that I had been cured with an operation. An operation. Did you hear that?" Joe said with a strange look on his face.