The Sacred Doctor Novels & Stories

Suddenly ,a men came forward and bowed infront of him , " Find the driver Within 5 minutes .Make sure ,Not even a single scratch should be scrolled on my granddaughter .If it happens , Not only him even you too will be hanged to death " Demanding in a devilish tone ,he stood up from the seat .But before leaving ,he raised his forefinger at the Doctor and warned with a murderous glare , " You will be safe from your medical World incase ,if my granddaughter is safe .If not ,get ready to say goodbye to the Medical world "

It wasn't any business of mine. Asher nodded, backed away. With one last look, he shot me a wink as he pushed the other men out in front of him. A tall man with white hair, almost the same color as my own, walked in behind Sunshine. He was as light as she was dark. "Kiema, if you could introduce us, please?" the doctor asked. Kiema. That was such a beautiful name. "Sure. Scarlet, this is Atlas. He's our resident doctor. He keeps all of us healthy, happy, and well," Kiema said, a quirky smile on her face.

But, we knew we had to be serious because the doctor himself looked so serious. It could be seen that the doctor was also a polite one, the one with chivalry. It was quite rare for a scientist to have that kind of chivalry or should I say ancient chivalry. Most scientists with a genius brains would also be arrogant. But not this doctor, I smelled something ancient and something noble, though there was one mist that clouded my judgment. One bad thing was that I didn’t know what it was. Since there was only one, it was going to be easy to find it.

My hands were slightly shaking as I typed Sophia’s name. The financial records loaded. What I saw made my stomach drop. Sophia’s salary as a doctor was good, but not that good. Yet there were multiple large “donor payments” and “consulting fees” coming in from a private account. The account name wasn’t listed, but the routing code traced back to one of Richard Black’s shell companies. I stared at the screen, my heart racing. Why would Richard be paying her? The thought hit me like a punch. Unless she’s not just a doctor…

"I must've eaten something bad. My stomach is in terrible pain." He shook his head and impatiently said, "We ate the same thing, and all of us are fine. Why are you the only one with a stomachache? There are no hospitals out here in the village, so stop making a fuss, will you?" I was disappointed, but then Paige said, "There's an old traditional medicine doctor in the village. We always go to him when we're sick. He's better than doctors in the city. "His name is Chad, and he lives at the west end of the village. When you get there, just say that I sent you."

And I swear to the goddess, I'm not going to let something like this happen to her again. I'll protect her. I'll keep her safe. Even if she hates me. Even if she never forgives me. I don't care. As long as she's alive, as long as she's okay, that's all that matters. Just then, the door pushes open, and I look up to see a doctor stepping inside. He's older, late forties, maybe early fifties, with graying hair and a calm, professional demeanor. "Alpha Xarion," he greets with a polite nod.

The man who entered didn’t disappoint. His name was Dr. Anderson and I’d heard his name whispered in the medical circles. He was once celebrated, but now he was corrupted by arrogance and politics. “So,” he said, “you’re the one.” I didn’t look up from my chart. “The one who saves lives?” “The one who plays with divine forces,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Tell me, girl, do you even understand what you tamper with? These aren’t ordinary patients. You meddle in bloodlines. You toy with magic you don’t comprehend.”

I wanted to break everything. “You work for him?” I asked. A bitter laugh escaped the doctor’s lips. “No. Nobody works for him. We work under him. Around him. Inside whatever system he built. Everyone’s a pawn. Even those at the top.” I grabbed the man’s collar and jerked him forward. “Then tell me who he is.” The doctor’s eyes darted to the door, as if expecting someone—something-to—burst in. “He isn’t one man,” the doctor said shakily. “He’s—he’s a network. A doctrine. A silent religion built on fear, influence, and power.”

One could almost trace a pattern in the details given to the palace decor of perfect assemblance but inside this bechambers there was a noticeable difference which at the same time could not specifically be pointed out. It was as though the palace was the god's house and the this room, acers smaller to it was his home. "Lord Hades it is very selfish of us but we have a brought a doctor." Only three enter the room including us, all keeping well away from the bed. "I am not a doctor," I mumble to myself as Will lets me down only drawing away his hands when assured I was stable on my feet. "My lord please approve of our selfless wish." The request was made again with sincerity showing in each w

“Oh.” “The doctor’s here,” he said. “All right.” She blinked. “I see.” “Do not worry, child,” the doctor said. “I have a great amount of experience with this. I was this little champ's mother's doctor when she had them.”The doctor says chuckling. Which of course betrayed the doctor’s advanced age. But, Zion had thought that it was appropriate. To make sure that the heir of Hermes had the exact same amount of preferential treatment as Hermes had had.