The Remarkable Rise Of A Laborer Turned Healer Novels & Stories

"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 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.

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.

His once pale skin had regained its healthy tan, and the dullness in his eyes had been replaced with a fierce determination. Dr. Collins, the head physician, stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Alex as if he were a miracle. “This… this is extraordinary,” Dr. Collins muttered, adjusting his glasses to examine the vitals on the monitor. “I’ve seen many cases of rapid healing in our kind, but nothing quite like this. It’s as if your body has tapped into some hidden reserve of power.”

At once, I saw something that could speed up our process with the cyaxin antidote. I quickly pulled it out, scanning the contents. I nodded, satisfied with it. I pulled out a few more books about rare plants and poisons that weren’t in the books I'd read in our pack. Then there were a few more books about healing, which I didn’t hesitate to take. There was also a thick leather book in the farthest corner. It was a journal of an unnamed Healer and innovator who chose to hide their identities for their own safety. There were notes of their few inventions that were lost to time, as well as unfinished projects. Written in it were the trial and errors and what could have been done, the repeated f

Casey said in admiration. "Yes, it was. But my journey to becoming a healer wasn't easy. I faced many obstacles and opposition from those who did not believe in the power of traditional medicine. But I persevered, and here I am today, still helping those in need," Amara said with pride. "The alpha knew that I am capable and that is why he assigned me as the healer again." "I can't thank you enough for all that you do," Casey said, her eyes filled with gratitude. "It's my pleasure. Now go home and rest. And don't forget to consume those herbs," Amara said jokingly.

" My name is Amelia Jones, I'm the new nurse. He continued to ignore her, enjoying his cigarette. The smell made Amelia slightly nauseous. She hated cigarettes. She took a deep breath, her fingers caressing the Greek eye hanging from her bracelet. " I hope you like my work. It's the first time since I graduated that I've been hired, but I swear I'm great at what I do. " Amelia said, trying somehow to get his attention, even if uselessly. " My professors gave me great references and I graduated from the best medical school in South Carolina. " And at what point will you tell the truth? " The man asked as he interrupted her, his penetrating voice so deep it made Amelia uncomfortable. He turned