الطبيب الإلهي Novels & Stories

The god's words were unhurried and sombre leaving me speechless, my cheeks burning a little but I was quick to fall deeper into hypocrisy. "I am not a professional doctor but I know a thing or two at making medicines so I wish to give it a try." Carefully avoiding naming him without honorifics altogether I try my best to not seem too arrogant and with the death certificate hanging over my head I add on a proposition. "I will wash my hands if you want. " And everyone in a wrapt attention awaits his response, for even a slice of his hand ordering for a kill. "Why should I let you touch me?"

he said, and I heard a male voice calling someone. Five minutes later, a man walked into my room. He was older, just like one of those elders who hurt me. I recoiled in his presence. “Hi, my name is Evangel, and I am an angel of death… and a healer,” he said, “Your father asked for medical help…” he said, “And I was informed that you have been through harsh trauma, so I will need your hand, and I will try to fix whatever is hurting,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

cost a lot. The tip of my pen paused lightly. Julian's eyes flickered, as if he had found my weakness. "Mrs. Eckhart's medical expenses for the rest of her life will be covered by the Sterling family. I'll even bring in the top specialists from overseas to consult on her case. All you have to do is say yes..." I capped my pen, slipped the documents into my bag, and finally glanced at him. Three years had stripped the last of the boyishness from him. He looked calmer now, steadier.

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.

the doctor replied with a strained calmness, nodding and beaming a smile before darting out of the operating room. Elena’s worry deepened as she glanced at the remaining nurses, their obliviousness adding to her apprehension. Minutes later, the doctor hurried back into the room, evoking a furrowed brow of concern from Elena. “What’s wrong, doctor?” Elena’s worry etched onto her face and various thoughts roamed her mind while her chest tightened and became heavier. “Do you believe in God and miracles?” The doctor’s smile softened his words as he looked at Elena. Elena narrowed her eyes, shaking her head dumbfoundedly. “No, I don’t believe in anything like that.” The loss of her parents had sh

It was as if he had cast all worries and sorrows aside and his eyes were completely devoid of substance. “Welcome back, Mr. Nicholas.” Jose and Adao hastily approached the young man. The young man nodded. It was Lacey’s fellow apprentice, Nicholas. He was the Medical Saint of Paranormal Physicians, the man whom Lacey regarded as the most outstanding man in the world. “Are the guests here?” asked Nicholas.

Xyla was even more surprised that Oribasius, Michael Servetus, Herophilos, and Paracelsus were actually the four greatest gods of medicine today. “I know… You must have been wary in allowing your husband to take the medicine I gave you before. That’s why you’re carrying all sorts of experiments on it, right? “If you believe me, eat it right away… It doesn’t matter,” Yaksha added. He had a sincere look in his eyes. Xyla nodded gently… Since this medicine was a prescription from a god of medicine, Xyla no longer felt afraid of allowing Stanley to take it. “What about you? What rank are you in right now? You haven’t answered me yet. Are you a deity?” Xyla asked.

Doctor Wildan, a doctor who works at the regional public hospital, knew Sazkia at the town square when they attended the independence day ceremony, smiled as he stroked Sazkia's head. Qomar was taken aback. His chest rippled at the doctor's sweet treatment to her lover. "The ability to heal still belongs to God, Doctor. I'm just an intermediary. " "Okay. I salute you. " “Saz. Can I have a massage too? " a middle-aged woman who was lying on her bed also asked Sazkia for a massage. Sazkia approached carrying cooking oil on a small plate nearby "I hope mother can get well, but let's pray and ask Allah to be healed soon."