The Sacred Doctor Novels & Stories

"Would you have come to dinner?" My silence gave him his answer. "That's what I thought.” I crossed to the window and stood with my back to him and looked out at the courtyard "I'm a doctor." My reflection looked back at me. Pale. "I save lives. That's the whole point of me. That's the only thing I've ever been certain of." "I know." "And you—" I stopped. "And I do the opposite. Yes. I know that too." I turned around. He was already standing.

Kyle continued, “He doesn’t understand clinical trials. He can’t read pharmacological data. He doesn’t even know how the compound was stabilized.” Aleric’s face tightened. “That’s irrelevant.” “No,” Kyle said calmly. “What’s relevant is that Sage is a medical doctor.” The room froze. “She graduated from the Royal College,” Kyle added. “Top of her class.” Sophia laughed nervously. “That’s impossible.” Kyle looked at her. “Is it?” He turned to Aleric. “You knew.” Aleric said nothing. Sophia’s smile slowly faded. She looked at Aleric, searching his face. “Brother?”

Calley, though, found herself both puzzled and saddened by this silence… Sacred lingered in her mind. She could not shake off the thought that there was something deeply broken within him. As a doctor, her instincts screamed that what he needed was not condemnation but intervention. Perhaps professional help, or simply someone who could reach into that hardened shell of his. She wondered whether his family truly saw it, or if they had simply decided it was easier to ignore him. She wanted to help Sacred. But how could she, a newcomer, step into such deep-rooted wounds? “You okay? Don’t like the food?”

He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. “Good,” Zeke said with chilling satisfaction. “It’s important that you understand this is what you asked for.” He turned his gaze to Damien. “Damien. The flogger from the bottom-right drawer.” Damien moved with silent efficiency. He opened the specified drawer and retrieved the instrument. It was a beautiful, brutal thing—a short, polished ebony handle with a dozen thin, leather falls. He brought it to Zeke, presenting it with the reverence of a knight offering his sword to his king.

Then he stepped closer to the bed, stopping a few steps away. Their eyes met. A multitude of emotions flashed by before vanishing. “Mr. Elsher, long time no see. The Divine Doctor has arrived, here specifically for you. Is now a good time for a pulse diagnosis?” Mason: “???” Seneca uncrossed his legs, clearly stunned. “What?! The Divine Doctor? You mean that Miracle Doctor? The one on par with Miss Q?” “Yes.” Dr. Lane didn’t find it unusual anymore. He had been shocked once, too.

I didn’t care if the priest’s methods were ancient superstition or if the doctor’s remedies took weeks. I would do them all because the truth was simple, if Octavia didn’t make it through this then it’s a known fact that neither will I. “Except for that, what else?” I questioned the doctor, balling my palm into my fist so hard that my nails dug into my palm and I could smell blood. The doctor didn’t say anything as he adjusted his rumpled coat, “nothing else, overlord.” He finally said. “Just, keep in mind that I might not be able to take care of this and we would need the priestess.” He finished and I nodded.

Ace’s words made the doctor’s eyes widen in horror. “No, eldest Master Welsh, please forgive me; I didn’t know that boy was your son; please forgive me once; I will go away from M country and never will come back, please, I beg you.” the doctor knew he crossed someone he shouldn’t, he fell for his greed, and it pulled him down in his life. Mike grabbed the doctor, and before the man could speak more nonsense, he tape-taped his mouth again, and Theo injected him with something unique, which made the doctor’s heart turn cold in just a few seconds, and he died with open eyes.

The white miracle-working doctor quickly went over and held Yang Xiao's hand, with an exaggerated expression on his face. Although this miracle-working doctor was nearly 40 years old and was a mature middle-aged man, no one could stop his worship for his idol. "My Master once said that we can't be regarded as real miracle-working doctors. Only Nether King can be the world's top miracle-working doctor." "I thought Master was talking about an old man, but I didn't expect it to be a young man like you. It turns out that Nether King mentioned by my Master is you!" The white miracle-working doctor's hands trembled with excitement. "You're still so young. I'm so surprised and happy! It's my honor

“Is it really Fane? If that’s the case, it would really be quite troublesome. This man is someone who can gather all Nine Great Gods of War!” “He’s the exclusive doctor to the Nine Great Gods of War? I don’t feel that it’s a good thing to kill him. After all, he contributed a lot to everybody in Cathysia!”

Talia inquired as they strolled along. "He's a doctor, an old friend I met a few years back," Howard answered, his smile warm. "A doctor?" Talia was in disbelief. Mystical Chubby did not fit the bill of a typical doctor. "Yep!" Howard chuckled again. "Don't let his looks deceive you. No one in Mendorra has healing hands like his." A prodigy from the Rectenwald clan, with a legacy spanning centuries, his healing arts were leagues beyond any ordinary doctor.