Redo The Healer Novels & Stories

Margaret asked. "Silvermoon healers can sense injury through touch and proximity. I can map the damage in a body from across a room and I can pull infection and toxins out through direct contact." She stood up and addressed Corbin. "That's what I'm offering Nightshade. A healer who can find what others miss and treat what others can't." Corbin looked at Delilah for a long moment and then at Ryker and then back at Delilah. "You're requesting independent standing. Own rank, own quarters, own position."

Astrid continues to play her part, not allowing herself to get distracted by Loras' sudden outburst from earlier. The healer nods, taking a shiny rock out of his bag. Astrid looks at him confused, and he explains. "I am a healer, my lady, not just a doctor. I take care of the body and soul. A two-for-one kind of deal, if you like." He lifts up the stone, for her to see it. It looks awfully similar to the ones the shaman was holding when they went there. "This one will tell me if there is something wrong in your body. Like a cold."

He mixed a vial of his blood with a dark brown liquid, and placed a droplet of it on my tongue. Clement was a decorated healer who traveled the world, someone who knew more than a kingdom combined. He was the only other healer I had met besides myself and my sister, and I vehemently begged him to teach me after he saved my life. Due to the rarity of our species, he did. After Theodore grows up, maybe I would join him in his travels to heal people. But there was something that needed to be done first. I did not fulfill one of the two missions of my new life.

*chak! the 3 daggers now stabbed deeply in the Tanks(2) nape! but it was not enough! *GROARRR!!!* with all of his focus, he gives his all mana to this skill -SKILL: HEAL!- And its target is Jimboy! who was already in the mid-air and planning to smash the dagger on its nape! “he’s all yours now...”- John Carl in his last drop of mana, John Carl’s consciousness is fading away

I explain to her. “ How many healers do you have?” She asks. “ We only have two,” I told her, and I could see the shock on her face. Yeah, such a big pack only has two healers. That's crazy, but it's not. Healers are not easy to find. “ How about I make it three?” She asked, before I could say anything, she put her hands over one of the guy's head wounds, and a light appeared right before the wound was healed.

"Yours is actively healing curse damage in real-time.” "We already knew that," Kael said curtly. "Ah, but did you understand why?" Dr. Ashford's excitement was infectious despite Kael's hostility. "Miss Sena, your bloodline isn't just common—you're descended from the original lunar healers. The ones who could purify corrupted magic itself." My breath caught. "That's impossible. Those bloodlines died out centuries ago."

“It didn't sound like he was injured, and he wouldn't need a healer given how fast he heals.” Kael nodded, “Makes sense. But we still need to get him a healer.” They both turned to Julian, coming to the same conclusion. “We are looking for a healer,” Reid said. Julian squinted, eyes narrowing. “Is there anyone here who is a healer?” Reid asked, ignoring Julian’s suspicion. “Why do you suddenly need a healer?” Julian asked. “To kill someone,” Kael replied, his tone flat. Julian just stared at him, not sure how he should reply to that.

Elowen asked. “Most of it,” Mae said. “He’s stubborn. His body listened.” Kieran managed a faint, crooked smile. “Told you. Hate to ruin your Rite and your convoy in one go.” Elowen huffed an almost‑laugh. The healer—a compact woman with ink‑stained fingers and a pinched expression—stood near the hearth, arms crossed. “She wants to try more,” the healer said, jerking her chin at Elowen. “Deep healing. She thinks she can clear the rest of the trauma in one go.”

​It was…being held. ​Contained. ​Like something inside me had taken over the process and decided how far it would go. ​The same presence from before. ​Still there. ​Still quiet. ​But no longer distant. ​“Can you fix it?” Kael asked. ​The healer hesitated, just for a second. “I can clean it and make sure there’s no remaining toxin, but whatever stopped it from spreading…that wasn’t me.” ​His jaw tightened. ​“Do what you can.”

It was Eryndor Valerius, my teacher from the Obsidian Pack, the Holy Healer. "Freya, I heard your Marking Ceremony is approaching. But I want to try one last time. Are you certain you don’t want to come to Obsidian? "You are the most gifted Healer of this generation. The Healing Order has kept the Chief Healer position for you. "Even if you become Luna after forming your Mate Bond, the influence of Obsidian’s Healing Sanctum cannot be ignored. If you dedicate yourself to research, your future won’t be inferior to that of a Luna."