Redo Of Healer Reviews Novels & Stories

Sage’s POV The weeks following the tribunal settled into something I hadn’t experienced in longer than I could properly remember, actual routine. I returned to my old shifts at the clinic, working under Redhollow’s newly appointed head healer, a steady, older wolf named Petra who had transferred from a neighboring pack territory to help stabilize things after Jasmine’s departure. “You have good hands for this work,” Petra told me one afternoon, watching me carefully clean and dress a young pup’s scraped knee. “Ever considered formal training? Becoming a healer yourself?”

I am also perturbed by what we heard, but we can't react to everything because we have to know more and make sure to leave this place without getting caught. We continued to listen to their conversation while I worked hard to figure out who the healer was. "Did the other medicine work? Who was it again?" "Are you referring to my stepson and the red wolf?" Windriel and I looked into each other's eyes as we guessed that Wynnzen and the healer were now talking about Windriel and Rowan. "Yes, how is it going?" "Gosh, I'm glad that the human is now dead, but the medicine is not working well on my stepson, but I guess it works well on the red wolf. He still rejects his mate."

All his eyes were focused on me. I tried not to blush with any embarrassment as the female healer watched me from head to toe. She was around her mid-thirties, short in build, and had a shoulder-length black haircut, though it was currently tied loosely above the neck. The healer adjusted her glasses and then held up a blue plastic clipboard. "Then perhaps you can be more helpful in dealing with him," she said. Her voice just reminded me of my mom's, sharp and quick, though lower and more pleasing to the ear.

"What information do we have? I want to provide a thorough update to his mate." My eyes closed, and I prepared for bad news as a drugged Heath gave another low chuckle. Nothing about this situation looked promising. "We don't have very much. All vitals are normal. Blood work came back clean. When we tried to heal him, we couldn't see anything. Yet he is stronger than he should be, resistant to normal sedatives, and doesn't appear mentally present as you seemed to have noticed. We are looking into alternate testing, but we don't have any information right now." She rushed out, stepping to the side to escape as another healer left the room.

Some were buttering up Joshua to try haggling with him. Shawn blurted, "Why don't you guys check out our healing elixir? It works for a longer period and has no side effects. And it only costs a hundred beast cores." Joshua mocked, "I've never heard of any Healers popping up in any other base than ours. Are you sure a non-Healer can make a decent healing elixir?" "A wager, then. Or are you scared?" "You wish." A pair of metahumans suffering from frostbite was brought into the room. They were hooked up to all sorts of machines, and the screen was showing their vitals. The metahumans drank the elixirs, and at first, there was no difference between the two.

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

“I want to know how you are. Tell me everything that’s going on now. I take it you aren’t still healing?” “Not… like I was,” I told her, “But I did help Jake. In the future, maybe… but right now, I need your help with something else. Can I trust you to keep a secret?” “More secrets, huh?” “I’m sorry,” I said. “If you’d rather not…” “I am a Healer,” she said. “We can consider it healer patient confidentiality.” With relief, I quickly gave her an explanation of how I’ve been and then what I’ve been up to. She made some judgmental noises when I told her I had secretly joined the tournament but she didn’t outwardly condemn the decision.

I didn’t think I should be divulging important information like this to them, not when I wasn’t certain of who they were. “You’re doubting us.” The redhead cocked her head at me, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched me. Under the bright sunlight pouring in through the large window, I couldn’t help but notice the freckles on her face. They stood out so boldly and made her look even more attractive. “What?!” I was taken aback by how accurately she had read my thoughts. “There is no need to be.” The healer tapped my shoulder gently as she got up on her feet. “I suggest you finish your meal, take a bath, and get some rest. You desperately need it. A woman in your condition shouldn’t be g

- **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods. **New Ultimate: Crimson Restoration (Soul-Heal Variant – Used on Remy)** - **Cost:** 500,000 HP/MP (Self-deducts; Regens via Crown) - **Cooldown:** 1/week - **Effect:** Target regens 100% HP instantly + permanent +20% max HP/VIT. Works on soul-damage/coma states (Pulls soul back from 90% lost states). Pack-wide if oath-linked. - **Flavor:** User's blood floods target's veins; "I won't let you go." (Unlocked pre-Remy heal; triggered by near-loss panic.)

I said, making a little tap of my own. He rubbed his side. “Remarkable. They brought me here after our little disagreement” —he paused for a fraction of a second to let his tap supersede mine— “and the healers did their best to mend the wound, but their methods are crude and they refuse to change them. That would be sacrilege. It works once in a thousand, I would guess. Most, like me, are left alive but far worse off than they started.” He moved around a bit, bending and flexing like he was warming up for a yoga class.