Small Farmer Medical God Novels & Stories

“This is giving apocalypse realness!” “Look!” Tomato squeaked. “There goes the barn!” Indeed, a small shack spun like a child’s toy in the air and landed on a terrified goat, who fainted on impact. Edric, with his kingly composure still intact despite the dirt on his sleeve, took a step forward and calmly—way too calmly—approached the sobbing farmer. “I’ll... compensate you,” he said, watching the last of the wheat disappear into the heavens. “With double. And rebuild your barn. And… maybe throw in a few enchanted cows.”

As for Heather, she would stare at the large screen that was installed in front of the electronics store every day whenever she wasn't scavenging through trash. She was waiting for a miracle. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jamie wasn't actually dead. He was the "Godhand", after all. How could a divine being die? One day, a livestream that would shake the entire global medical industry to its core was broadcast on the billboard that was installed on the biggest shopping mall in Highville.

Frank lifted his chin slightly and said, “The Coopers mainly want to thank the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate for curing Mr. William Cooper. Aside from that, they also want to support a young man.” “Medical Saint of Hell's Gate?” Edward and the others were confused. Clearly, this was the first time they had heard of this. Edward asked curiously, “Dad, who’s that? How did he make the Coopers host a banquet just for him?” Before Frank could answer, one of the middle-aged businessmen chuckled and said, “The Medical Saint of Hell's Gate is like a god. “I heard that he can bring the dead back to life. He’s someone who countless alternative medicine practitioners admire.

I can live a peaceful life like on earth! ‘This... this…’ Feng Shaotian's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, more shocked by the result of the test than when he awakened the system. “Fuck! He's just an F rank. Here I thought he was someone great having such blinding effects.” Someone from the crowd couldn't help but curse. “Don't be disappointed young man. Cultivating hard would also help you improve your rank, it just takes time.” The village chief comforted. ‘Doesn't matter. I've awakened a Divine Farming System anyway.’ Feng Shaotian thought as he started leaving the village under everyone's eyes.

My hands trembled on the wheel, and I cursed the traffic that slowed me down. "Five minutes to go," I said aloud as I revved the engine and took a sharp corner that turned off onto a gravel road. The Farm was tucked away in the countryside, far from prying eyes. It was a full-service medical facility, equipped with all the latest technology and staffed with a team of highly trained specialists – their only caveat being that they exclusively treated patients without official records. Mostly mafia members who had sustained gunshot wounds that needed tending without alerting the authorities.

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m