The Great Medical Saint Novels & Stories

Amusement danced in his eyes as he looked at me, but I knew better than to think there was anything but humor in his thoughts. His infamous petsnake was wrapped around his gun which made me stumble back in horror. The little slimy thing with its cream body and white dots littered over its skin. To the outside world and the People’s Magazine, Salvatore was Italy’s most eligible bachelor, while I followed shortly on the list. A thorough business man that helped develop the city, taking care of the less privileged, a true humanitarian. Here, in the underworld, we knew him for what he was. A brutal murderer, whose presence alone carried the weight of fire and blood.

The title of the Chinese Medical Sage was simply worthy of their strength. "Holy Hand Yang, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong!" Another person said. "Holy Hand Yang, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have underestimated you!" "Holy Hand Yang, I'm sorry!!!" In an instant, thousands of people on the scene opened their mouths. The waves were rolling, and their faces were full of remorse. There was no other way. The word "Holy Hand" was too great in the Chinese medical community. It was no less than the god in everyone's heart.

Even seasoned doctors bowed their heads, unable to deny the miracle before them. By the time Amelia Grace sat upright, her spine straight, her smile radiant, the cameras outside had already caught wind. Within minutes, headlines raced across the globe: “IMSAEB Witnesses the Impossible, Arla-Rosa Hernandez Heals Amelia Grace.” “Disciple of Ye Tianlong, the Miracle Doctor, Revealed.” “Medical Science or Divine Gift?”

She replied calmly, "Since that's the case, I'll sign it! After all, this is the wealth my grandfather has amassed over a century!" Sonya developed a strong admiration for Rowan Keating, the elderly miracle doctor. After all, for such a miraculous doctor to amass 420 million in wealth over a century of medical practice was not much.

the doctor said, calling a man in a white coat who appeared to be in his middle thirties. “Hello, doctor, I'm Liam Storm, I was directed to this hospital for the blood…" “You're Liam Storm? You're very welcome to our hospital,” Dr. Lamar said, shaking his hand, smiling. “You know at first I couldn't believe it was real, but now that I see you here I'm so grateful, that baby has been going through a lot, you're surely God sent,” Dr. Lamar said as he led him to his office. “May I ask what the baby's condition is?” Liam asked, feeling curious from how glad the doctor seemed to see him.

"If you really meet him, it’ll be worth the trip!" "He? Who?" Amelia had only been asking casually, not particularly interested. But then Old Madam Ye eagerly pulled out her phone, opened a webpage, and zoomed in. "The Saint of Medicine!" Amelia was completely speechless! No way. Are you calling this scruffy, foot-picking man a 'Saint of Medicine'? Elijah also stared at the photo, his eyes wide, looking like he’d eaten something unpleasant. He glanced at Amelia, then at the webpage, his expression a bit dazed.

“Legend has it that the last generation of ghost doctors appeared during the twelfth century. The Immortal Doctor went by the name of Guilherme Extraordinaire. Several centuries had passed since then. Did Guilherme Extraordinaire leave a legacy behind? I thought his legacy disappeared long ago.” “What Immortal Doctor? It’s all made up in the past. People during ancient times had very backward medical skills. One could be considered the ultimate miracle doctor for just being able to cure a mild cold or fever. I’m afraid that an Immortal Doctor in the past might not even be able to compare to a current doctor in a hospital’s emergency unit. Only people like you still think of miracle doctors h

" *** They reappeared behind an alter in the catholic church and what had looked like a balloon all of a sudden turned into the bed which Marvin was lying on. They found the whole church full to the capacity, who looked like a priest and had been carrying on the mass when he saw them stepped aside allowing them to step in and Marvin's lifeless body was pushed in one of the corners which looked like a hospital and put on a life support machine. "My daughter, you are welcomed home. We are all happy to see in good condition after seeing those machines which stormed your street in full armour," the priest welcomed her while removing his priestly garments. "Thank you father," Karen appreciated wh

He wondered, was it because Ezra was a Saintess? It made him mumble, “I've never seen anything like this before…” And his flat and emotionless expression that looked stiff and serious instantly made Ezekiel flinch. "What?! What do you mean you've never seen anything like this? Is there something wrong with my wife's body?!” When a doctor said that in front of his patient, of course, those who heard it would be so surprised. Especially since Ezekiel was completely ignorant of medical knowledge. “Sorry to surprise you, Crown Prince. I've just never examined a Saintess' body before,” Zaha said calmly.

Xander I glanced down at the file resting on my lap. Rosa Green. The world’s favorite doctor. A medical prodigy. The file listed achievement after achievement—diseases cured, lives saved, impossible cases turned into miracles. She wasn’t just respected. She was worshipped. Doctors twice her age would bow at her feet for a chance to work beside her. She had treated the Italian president when he was shot, since then, the entire country had her back. Even the Pope owed her his life after she saved his leg—he called her a miracle sent by God to help humanity.