Novel Tree Medical Novels & Stories

He knew that. A tree, you moron. You are a little slow, aren't you? The scruff of Coop's neck stood up. He was considered a genius in scientific circles. He'd almost perfected a vaccine against Dutch elm disease, a breakthrough that could save thousands if not millions of trees a year. He was not a moron. Really? Then why are you sitting on your butt, talking to a tree? The tree had a point, but Cooper shrugged it off. Do you have a name?

The air around the Tree smelled rotten, like old blood and spoiled milk. They reached the silver door just as a monstrous black vine slammed down, thick as a tree trunk. “Jump!” June called. Dante tossed Hope through the gap, then scooped June and swung her inside. He dove in just before the vine slammed the entrance completely shut. Inside, the Tree didn’t look like wood at all. It was a vast cathedral, all pulsing veins and glowing nerves, but none of them shone gold anymore. Black, oily liquid was choking everything. “It’s like anatomy,” June whispered, her mind racing. “The Tree is a body. And this black stuff—it’s a stroke. It’s blocking the planet’s blood flow.”

Perhaps all Prince Noah needed to heal was a small leaf or flower. That was ridiculous, of course, but I had promised to go into that marriage with hope, so I was striving for it. I was about to stop accumulating books and finally start reading when I saw a title that caught my eye, a few shelves above me. “Medicinal Trees and Roots. The remedies hidden beneath the earth.” Promising! I knew how to use an axe. I could try to chop off a piece of tree trunk if I needed to. Setting aside the books I held in my hands, I began to climb the ladder leaning against the bookshelves. The wheels underneath made me hesitate a little with each step I took, but I continued nonetheless, stretching my arm as

I hold one hand in a fist keeping the rain coming I throw the fingers of my left hand forward and watch as lightning lights up the sky I breathe deep and say clearly so everyone can hear me watch the three trees across the lake the ones I a perfect row I love the funnels and the clouds to the side keeping them going but making the rain part to see the trees clearly. I take a deep breath and I point at the tree on the left as light hits in straight in the middle causing it to split and catch on fire. I hear gasps as I throw water on it killing the fire instantly. The second tree I focus on the roots and ground I lift it in a pile of dirt a hill appears under it growing and then taking over th

We were a medical college, not a military bunker. ​"We don't need masks," I said, stepping into the center of the quad. I looked up at the trees, at the silver-leaved oaks that were vibrating with the heartbeat of the world. "The trees are part of us now. They don't just breathe; they filter."

He says in between gasping through the pain. “Can I ask if this tree has small apple looking things on it?” He nods, I turn to the healer “Manchineel, also known as the tree of death. The sap is what is causing this blister like effect around the wound” I say pointing to the area I am speaking about. “The problem is we can’t leave any trace of it inside the wound so we will need to flush it and the area already infected from the sap must be cut away” her eyes go wide before she starts to shout orders to the other healers.

WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE “This is a new era in modern medicine cemented on the basis of ancient home remedies. We have in the past seen that various specimens which were once used to treat ancient ailments have proven themselves as effective against modern diseases. The discovery of the ‘Pokok Penyembuhan’- which directly translates to ‘Tree of Healing’ is a milestone for us in the world of science and internal medicine.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "You're a shriveled up, old hag now, so it makes sense that you don't understand what a privilege it is to serve the divine tree. I'll definitely satisfy it. You agree with me, don't you, Mr. Holton?" Isaac nodded vigorously. Using the saplings around us as cover, he ran his greasy hand along my thigh. The woman's face turned a ruddy red when she realized that she couldn't win the argument against me. She lowered her head and continued working. I scoffed. Joy bubbled in my heart when I thought of all the rumors about the divine tree. Our village was located in the east of a massive mountain. A forest stood in the mountain. The trees were so tall that they disap

she introduced, "I'd like you to meet Jenny, our very own tree experts.” "Tree expert?" I repeated, my eyebrows raising in surprise. "You're a doctor for trees?" I shook the young blonde's hand, my grip firm. "That's...quite an unusual profession.” “That’s exactly right,” she laughs. “I keep an eye on them and help out when I can. It’s a shame, really. This old oak tree probably won’t be around much longer. You see those new shoots growing out of the trunk? That’s a sign that it’s not doing well. And all those leaves on the ground? That’s another clue. It’s likely to be attacked by beetles.”