Small Farmer Medical God 소설 & 이야기

We both nodded. "That's your baby's heart. Beating very nicely. You can't make out any limbs or anything just yet but that's a strong heart." I looked over at Latisha and she had tears in her eyes. "Babe it's brilliant." I gave her a side hug. "Let me take a picture for Graham. Can I do that?" I asked the radiographer. "Of course, I can print some photos as well." "Oh yes please," Latisha said. I snapped a picture with my phone and grabbed her hand again.

It was excitement. They had been married for years without Silvia ever getting pregnant, and when they went in for tests, the doctor told them the problem was him. His sperm activity was extremely low. It was severe enough that natural conception was almost impossible. It was the deepest source of his insecurity, something he had never told anyone, not even Silvia or his own mother. Instead, he had watched Silvia drink those herbs and take those supplements again and again, using her suffering to hide his own flaws.

The farmer knew how important her duties were in the universe and decided to sacrifice his soul. What Moon and the others did not know was that the farmer was a descendant of a powerful mage. He knew nothing about magic but he knew of one sacrificial spell. Without thinking twice, he placed his own life force into Moon. Moon looked at the glowing light appearing around her and then the farmer before her. His body was dematerialised and slowly, pieces of him were fading away. Before she could say anything, the farmer kissed Moon. She cried. She knew what he was doing by then. She refused to watch him disappear and she desperately wanted to save him but it was too late. The farmer smiled and t

"I did! I listened to you and went to the county hospital a long time ago, but the doctors there told us there's nothing they can do to treat my daughter's condition—" "Well, there you have it." Before the farmer could finish, Otto interrupted. "If the county hospital says they can't treat her, why did you bring her back here to us?" "You're different! When my Naomi first fell ill, it was you who saved her!" The farmer hastily bowed several times. "The elders in the village say that you are highly skilled doctors. Please, I beg of you!" Scott glared disapprovingly at Raaina, seemingly resentful of her previous help to the farmer. "Look what you've done!"

Darryl's heart was filled with a ferocious rage. What a cruel man! How could he attack the innocent? Darryl yelled angrily to Divine Farmer, "Sir, can we still save Mr. Shurtz and the others?" If it had been someone else, he would have given up. However, Divine Farmer was different. He was known as the God of medicine in the Nine Mainland. Alas! In the face of Darryl's eager gaze, Divine Farmer came to his senses and sighed heavily. The next thing he knew, he looked at Mr. Shurtz and said, "His entire skull has been shattered. He is beyond saving, and the others' meridians have also been damaged, so there is no way to save them, too."

The man called Fifth Uncle rolled his eyes at the ox and shouted, "Then put him down!" "Ah, okay!" Miaomiao found a better stool and slowly placed Su on it. Glancing at the man in front of him, Adeline called out softly, "Fifth Uncle, I..." Before Adeline could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fifth Uncle. He looked at Adeline and said, "Young lady, don't worry. I am the best doctor in this village. For example, I have cured all the cattle, pigs, dogs, sheep, and so on. So don't worry, you will be fine soon!"

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

They didn't expect to see Triston Smolder, who had always appeared on television. He was one of the pioneers of traditional medicine in Dramon and one of the distant descendants of Leofric! He was the representative of the Smolder family, the genius doctor, Triston Smolder. He had cured many patients with weird diseases, and he was very sought after by influential people. His name was extremely well-known in the entire country. His words held so much value and importance, as if he could determine a person's life or death. Even the Abyss Sovereign might not dare to take someone from Triston.

"Do you now believe me?" I blinked owlishly at him, "that you are a god, and what kind of god are you, anyway?" I tossed some fruits in my mouth and began chewing it. He rested his chin on his palm, "A wishing god," My brow slightly arched, "A wishing god? Is there such a wishing god?" I wondered, "Is it all gods are likely to grant wishes? What's the difference between you and the others?" "I am more to grant wishes than the others, like what I did to you, in a process,"

cost a lot. The tip of my pen paused lightly. Julian's eyes flickered, as if he had found my weakness. "Mrs. Eckhart's medical expenses for the rest of her life will be covered by the Sterling family. I'll even bring in the top specialists from overseas to consult on her case. All you have to do is say yes..." I capped my pen, slipped the documents into my bag, and finally glanced at him. Three years had stripped the last of the boyishness from him. He looked calmer now, steadier.