The Remarkable Rise Of A Laborer Turned Healer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"There's a difference." He reached down, picking up a small stone from the floor. Turning it between his fingers. "I was a physician." Sera blinked. "A doctor?" "I preferred a healer." "I traveled. Village to village. I treated anyone. Children. Farmers. Soldiers. It didn't matter." His voice softened. "My hands existed to save lives." He looked down at them. "Funny... They became very good at taking them instead." Sera remained completely still. This. She hadn't expected.

As long as I wasn’t starving or thirsty, I’d figure out the rest. I learned everything the hard way—through pain, through physical and emotional torment. But there were good people too, ones who crossed my path and even saved me from death. I promised God that if I ever escaped that hell, my mission would be to do good, to help others, to free them from suffering. And I’d kept that promise, up to this moment. If Jorel and Gabe Clifford needed healing, I was their medicine. The irony? They owned the world’s biggest pharmaceutical company.

My coworkers stared at me in shock, clearly not expecting me to act so decisively. "But Eliza, you're with pup." I shook my head and rolled up my sleeve. "It's fine. I'm a healer. Saving patients is what I do." As my blood was drawn, I felt weakness creeping in. But knowing that I could save a life made it all worthwhile. In the end, the patient pulled through. That was how I met Zachary Cross. Determined to repay me for saving his life, Zachary went out of his way to find me a new apartment near the infirmary. The area was quiet, safe, and convenient for work.

He scurried back and forth with a timid, weary look in his eyes. "Have you heard? A new healer arrived in the free trade zone." "They say she's a miracle-worker. My broken leg has been aching for three months, and the pain vanished after she touched it once." "And she's beautiful. I heard even a pureblood Alpha has taken interest in her…" Murmurs of the crowd reached Lucian's ears. Driven by an irresistible instinct, he shoved through the crowd and headed toward the center of the square. When he finally broke free, he was met with such a scene—I was sitting on a raised platform in a silver-white silk gown with moonlight washing over my body as if I was glowing.

He didn't want to see his wife become more crushed than she already looked. He put his hand around her shoulders, pulling her closer so she leaned her head on him, "Don't worry, my dear, she'll be fine," he reassured, his tone gentle. And he would make sure of that. He was an orphan who clawed his way to the top through hard work. He didn't have much talent, so he made up for it with his efforts and some luck. Meeting Livanna through Briony, it was like fate gave him another loving mother. And now, she was like this. Beyond the help of miracle medicines. That healer was the only hope.

“After I saved you that night, I was hit in the lower back by a beam. A classmate rescued me and contacted my father, who had me rushed overseas for treatment. However, even the best doctors at the time were helpless, and I was eventually told I would never walk again. Five years later, I met an elderly man. He had long white hair and a beard. His medical skills were remarkable, and through methods like massage, acupuncture, herbal treatments, and medication, after a year of treatment, I slowly regained feeling in my legs, and eventually, I fully recovered.” Zoey asked, “What was the name of that elderly man?” “He introduced himself as ‘Loner.’” Zoey blinked. “Loner? That’s a pretty lonely n

Then he said, "After saving you that night, I was hit in the lumbar spine by a falling beam. After my classmate rescued me, he contacted Alonso, and then I was sent abroad for treatment overnight. At that time, even the top doctors were helpless with my condition, and I was ultimately diagnosed as never being able to walk again. Five years later, I met an old man with superb medical skills. After a year of treatment, my legs gradually recovered from being completely numb to having sensation, and eventually fully healed." I curiously asked, "Who's that old man?" "He calls himself Loner." I blinked and said, "Loner? That name does sound quite reclusive! But I've never heard of this person befo

he asked, voice low and guarded. I took a breath. “He’s not from around here. He doesn’t use just traditional healing methods. He’s known for… fixing problems no one else can. No matter how complicated. Even ones others have given up on.” Kael studied me, eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge whether I was just dangling false hope in front of him. “What kind of problems has he cured?” I took a few step forward, eager now that he was listening. “I’ve seen him help people who were completely paralyzed walk again. Others who were blind, healed. He doesn’t work with potions and herbs alone and the moon goddess has blessed him with natural healing gifts.

It took time, but after making the first small bowl of the cure, I knelt beside one of the sickest warriors and placed my glowing hands on his chest. He was burning up. Breathing hard. Whispering nonsense. I pressed my hands gently and whispered, “Moon, guide me.” The light flowed from me into him. The mixture started working. His breathing slowed. His color returned. His body stopped shaking. He blinked up at me. “Am… am I still alive?” he asked weakly. I smiled through my tears. “Yes. You’re going to be okay now.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, healer.”