الطبيب الإلهي Novels & Stories

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.”

he laid on it and closed his eyes . “why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

CoN: "Let me get this straight. This man had a lightning bolt go off in his head and part of your healthcare regimen was to run a constant current of electricity throughout the rest of his body." (Scathing looks at the Medico from everyone else – jackals) HM: "He has retained excellent muscle tone." CoN: "Have you even taken the Hippocratic Oath?" HM: (offended) "Of course not, he's Greek." CoN: "What does my patient being Greek have to do with anything?" HM: "Not him (pointing at me). Hippocrates – he was a Greek. Cáel is Magyar/Irish Gaelic."

“Shit, I didn’t know there were this many healing gods. I count like fifty just down there.” It’s true. The floor is a sea of immortals—Apollo, Eir, the Ashvins, Isis, and a dozen more. And that’s not counting famous mortal doctors that seem to have been resurrected or borrowed for the cause. “What are we waiting on?” Pop asks. “I’d like to go find my pops and maybe sit somewhere that’s not hotter than demon balls.” I bark out a laugh. Classic Pop. “I think…” Lily pauses. “Isn’t there a Christian angel of healing? Maybe we’re waiting for him.”

He frowned and gently touched the scar on my brow, his fingers moving like a butterfly kissing the very first flower of early summer. "I have witnessed life and death so many times that I thought I would never be moved by anyone's life again," he said, "but that day, as you lay dying in the operating room, I actually prayed to God not to take you away." "Do you understand what it means for a doctor to begin to believe in God's power? It means Achilles was wounded in the ankle by a flaming arrow. "I'm glad you decided to live." … Outside the window, the dignified dusk was alone. A ray of light passed through the curtain gap, leaving a golden stain on the carpet.

My Lord, I am deeply embarrassed to learn that Sir Owura Bismark is the god of the new planet. This country has made an unforgivable mistake. Leaders, I will forgive you since you have not heard the name of the world's savior. Jesus Christ of Nazareth is his name. I've returned to this secret castle conference room to introduce him to you once more. I respectfully propose that you accept him, and all your sins, iniquities, and transgressions will be forgiven.

“But the more I think about your true intention, the higher the chance of me doubting you.” Jay let out a chuckle as he sat down on the chair and looked at Clavier. “You’re not a mere doctor.” “Your soul is whole. You’re not part God and part mortal,” Clavier replied. “You’re God itself.”

“You insolent fool! The apostle of Dazzle, the Witch Doctor, is the king of traditional medicine, also known as the Immortal Doctor. The Immortal Doctor can never be disrespected. Consider yourself lucky that I only gave you a slap!” Jim clutched his face and looked on in horror.

He was breathing more shallowly, and he even began to convulse. The middle-aged woman's expression suddenly changed. She said to Alex, "Doctor, what's wrong with my husband?" But Alex was also flustered. She was the Pontifex Maximus of the Divine Court, not a doctor. Without any medical knowledge, she could only treat the patient with the Divine Healing. But this has never happened before, and the Divine Healing had worked very well. She didn't know what was happening now. The flight attendant also said, "Yes, doctor. Hurry up and save him, or he will die."