The Low-key Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

Follow me on I*: @crissaautora Hope you like it! A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE - MY PERVERTED DOCTOR RICARDO‘S POV If I could imagine the twist that would turn my life, maybe I would have thought twice before deciding to go back to Brazil. After living for eight years in Canada, the geographical and cultural differences became evident as Soon as I set foot at Rio de Janeiro airport. I didn't expect anyone to show up for me, but to my surprise, she was there: Alice, my beloved little sister. The only thing I thought about, throughout the flight, was hugging her and saying everything would be okay. But I knew you wouldn't. The cancer that had anathetised in Dad's liver had returned. I was a doctor and I

Sergey Lebedov! I thought to myself, but from the faint widening of his eyes, then I must have said it out loud. “So you know him, then I can assume that you know me as well?!” The same man who was having a knife against my neck said and I gritted my teeth as I glared at him because yes, I fucking know him too. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doctor Ezra? Lola’s cell isn’t this one.” I said sarcastically after standing up and wrapping my hands around my chest and relaxing my stance because now I was sure that they weren’t here to hurt me.

Finding out that he didn't cause it didn't seem to change much within me. I've always dreamed of having a child to give all the love in the world to. I love children; that's why I chose to be a pediatrician. But I wasn't prepared to have a child by a stranger, whom I only remembered the name of. He introduced himself as Colin Salles as soon as we toasted and started drinking together. I had no reason to trust him, but that night, he seemed to be at rock bottom, just like me.

"Do you even know the identity of the legend who's about to heal you?" I blinked. Before I could answer, he continued excitedly. "He's what people call the Miracle Doctor. Surgery is his specialty. Anything that requires fixing. Anything requiring reconstruction..." "Anything needing perfect realignment...he does it." Doctor Grant practically looked like an obsessed fan. Those kinds that stalked Kpop stars. "His basic consultation f*e is one million dollars." My eyes widened. For the first time since entering the hospital, the pain in my arm momentarily disappeared from my thoughts. "One million dollars?"

Silas responded instantly, his tone perfectly flat, as if he were ordering a coffee. Julian’s financial advisor, a pale man sitting at the edge of our table, leaning over and frantically whispered into Julian's ear. "Sir, please. Our operational liquidity is already dangerously low due to the upcoming dock payments. We cannot spend ten million on a charity piece right now. The banks will notice the deficit." Julian roughly shoved the advisor away. "Shut up," he hissed. He looked at me, and I made sure to let a small, mocking smile touch my lips. I leaned over to Julian, my voice dripping with fake pity.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

I had put it down to age, stubbornness, his refusal to treat himself properly. — That he is still alive today, the doctor continues, almost to himself, is… almost a miracle. His body fought fiercely. The dose must have been very small, but repeated. Low-dose poisoning, spread out over time. The shock of this cardiac arrest… his body was already on the brink. The fall was all the more violent. Liora has brought a hand to her mouth. Her eyes, fixed on the doctor, have become lakes of terror. — You mean… for months? A year? she breathes. That means… that someone…

At mukhang maayos na ang lagay nito. Lumabas ang isang doctor at ngumiti kay Lola na umiiyak pa din. "Its a miracle." bulalas nito. "Lola, its a miracle. He's alive. And he's free from cancer! I can't believe it, he died 5 minutes ago. And now he's back. Parang walang nangyari sa kanya." huminga ito ng malalim at bumaling sa bintana. "Miracles do happen."

said the doctor. I am surprised. “Is this going to happen to my husband forever”? The doctor shook his head. “Madam, God must have miracles that are difficult for common sense to comprehend. Just believe and have faith.” After leaving the doctor's office, I went to the hospital's public toilet to just wash my face, which felt very tired. For a long time I stared at the wide toilet glass, examining centimeter by centimeter of my face and body. I shudder remembering Kevin's body lying helpless with white bandages on his head and legs. I smirked a little.

My husband Christopher Lumiere succumbed to a deliberate overdose of sleeping pills. He was promptly rushed to the hospital, but was declared dead upon arrival—a lifeless husk. Emily Landon, his junior and the doctor tasked with saving him, failed to revive him despite her efforts. She solemnly passed me his official death certificate, heavy with sorrow. "He's gone, Yuna," she told me, anguished. "Please accept my condolences. I just need your sign here so we can send his body to the morgue."