All Chapters of The Miracle Doctor Returns: Divorce To Hidden Identity : Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
"Charlie! You need to come to the hospital now!" Fear and worry filled Nancy's voice. "Mother is dying, she needs blood." The urgency in her tone left no room for questions."I'll be right there," I assured her before hurriedly grabbing my jacket and keys.Halfway to the gate, I bumped into a woman."I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," I said, trying to wear my jacket while opening the gate."You?!" She looked shocked. Though I was in a hurry, I stopped to take a second look at her face."Do I know you?""That's not important now. But you... where are you off to in such a rush?""Look, I need to be at the hospital. If you have something to say, please excuse me." I made to walk away, but she blocked me."A hospital is no place for a war god," she whispered. I stopped.I turned back, frowning."I know your accident was a serious one, and you lost both your powers and your memory, but the hospital is no place for you.""What’s this all about?" I raised my voice slightly. She glanced around
Chapter 4
Linda slipped her arm under mine, steady and firm, as if she’d carried me a thousand times before. Her presence silenced the chaos around me, but Nancy’s voice cut through like a jagged blade.“Don’t you dare walk away with him! He’s still my husband!”Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted with rage.“Ex-husband,” Linda corrected sharply, her tone smooth as glass but edged like steel. She didn’t even look at Nancy again. She focused on me—only me.Nancy’s fists clenched. I could feel the weight of her fury pressing against my back. But before she could launch another attack, the doctor’s frantic voice pierced the room.“Miss Nancy! Your mother… she’s awake!”The words hit like thunder. Nancy’s face froze, her rage dissolving into shock.“She’s—what?”“Yes, she regained consciousness just now! You should come immediately.”Nancy gasped, her body jolting as if she’d been struck by lightning. Without another glance at me, she bolted down the corridor, her heels clicking desperately a
Chapter 7
Linda led me through a private elevator that bypassed the main floors, descending into a wing few eyes had ever seen. The air was hushed, heavy with the sterile scent of disinfectants and the faint mechanical hum of life-support machines. The sign on the wall read: Skydome VIP Ward.“This,” she said, her voice low, “is where the untouchables come when money and power can’t buy them time. Foreign heads of state, billionaires, royalty. Their last hope sits here.”We stopped at the entrance of a glass-paneled room. Inside, a boy no older than seven lay pale on a hospital bed. His tiny chest rose and fell in shallow, fragile breaths, every exhale sounding like a whisper fighting extinction. His father, a man in a tailored suit whose aura screamed power, stood by the bedside, face carved with despair.I recognized him instantly—though not from memory, but from reputation. One of the city’s wealthiest magnates, a man whose signature could sway entire industries. And here he was, clutching h
Chapter 10
The call from Nancy still echoed in my ears as I tore through the streets. The convoy of luxury cars that had followed me earlier was nowhere to be seen; I had no patience for the ceremony now. Linda sat beside me, silent for once, while the driver pushed the car harder than the law should allow.By the time I reached the hospital, chaos had already taken root. Nurses ran back and forth, their voices sharp with panic. Doctors clustered in corners, debating in low tones. When I pushed through the ward doors, their eyes snapped to me, and for a breath, silence fell.“It’s him,” someone whispered. “The Miracle Doctor.”The words carried a strange weight, half reverence, half desperation. I didn’t respond. My focus narrowed the moment I saw Nancy’s mother. She lay on the bed, pale as parchment, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Monitors screamed at irregular intervals. Her life was slipping, grain by grain, through an unseen crack in the hourglass.Nancy was at her side, eyes
Chapter 11
The hospital room reeked of antiseptic and hypocrisy. The machines hummed softly, steady now that Nancy’s mother was out of danger. You could feel the shift in the air — gratitude from everyone, except the one person who should have had it most.Nancy stood by her mother’s bed, her hands trembling not from relief, but from anger she couldn’t quite explain. Carl was at her side, his arm around her shoulders, the picture of false comfort. The same man whose men had just tried to sabotage the procedure now looked at me like I was the inconvenience in his perfect little world.“Don’t think this changes anything, Charlie,” Nancy said, her voice sharp, brittle. “You might have saved her, but you’re still nothing without me.”For a second, I thought I misheard her. Even the air in the room seemed to pause. The nurses who had seen me work went still. One of them, a young intern with trembling lips, muttered something under her breath, and it wasn’t kind.A relative — Nancy’s uncle, I think —
Chapter 13
The world turned on me overnight. One morning, I was the Miracle Doctor who restored life where death had already claimed its ground; by dusk, I was branded a fraud—a man who built his entire reputation on lies.Carl’s scandal hit the media like wildfire. Every news channel, every blog, every whisper in the corporate sphere carried the same poisonous headline:“Skydome’s Miracle Doctor Exposed: The Man with a Stolen Identity.”The footage they aired was selective—grainy clips of me during my time at the clinic, blurred documents from unknown “sources,” and falsified records claiming my credentials never existed. Carl had invested heavily in disinformation. It was surgical—a smear campaign designed to dismantle me, not through bullets, but through doubt.By the second day, investors began withdrawing. Reporters camped outside Skydome’s gates, demanding answers. Even within our walls, loyalty started to fracture.Linda tried to control the damage—press releases, internal memos, and emer
Chapter 15
The tension in Skydome’s upper floor could slice through glass. The sun was just tipping past the horizon, casting a pale gold hue through the tinted windows that overlooked the city. Charlie sat behind the long black table, every movement deliberate, every silence louder than thunder. He had been expecting Carl.When Carl finally arrived, he didn’t stride in with the arrogance that once marked him. His posture was measured—polished—but his eyes flickered with unease. His assistant lingered by the door, clutching a folder like a lifeline. Charlie didn’t rise; he merely gestured toward the seat opposite him.“Tea?” Charlie offered, voice cool, unbothered.Carl hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”Charlie poured two cups. The scent of oolong filled the air, subtle but sharp. Carl accepted his cup, but didn’t drink.“Let’s not make enemies,” Carl began. His tone was diplomatic, almost too smooth. “We’re both men of progress. The media’s stirring trouble, but you and I—we know how this game wo
Chapter 17: The Surgeon from the Front
The report hit my desk before sunrise. Linda’s voice was low, almost reverent. “It wasn’t an accident.”I read the summary without blinking. The fire’s ignition points—three of them—didn’t align with the electrical grid failure claimed in the official memo. The timing was surgical: simultaneous flare points, set to collapse the emergency systems while the branch handled a shipment from an external supplier. That supplier, as the paper trail showed, was one of Carl’s shell subsidiaries. The signature was unmistakable.I leaned back in my chair, the city still dark outside. “He wanted a distraction,” I said. “He wanted the attention pointed at the flames while he moved money through the ashes.”Linda nodded. “He bought silence from every investigator we’ve questioned. Even the ones supposed to be loyal to Skydome. They’re all compromised.”“Then we don’t whisper,” I replied. “We speak louder than he can hide.”By noon, every major network had confirmed attendance for Skydome’s “Integrit
Chapter 19
The storm over the city broke just as the headlines began to twist.At first, the reports were subtle—murmurs of malpractice, whispers of patient disappearances, quiet claims that Skydome’s “miracle treatments” were killing more people than they cured. Within twenty-four hours, the whispers became war drums.Every news outlet carried the same footage: overcrowded hospitals, lifeless patients, doctors crying before cameras. The banners read: “Skydome Cover-Up Exposed.”Social media erupted. Hashtags multiplied like a virus. Commentators demanded arrests, investors fled, governments distanced themselves.In his high-rise office, Carl Donovan leaned back, watching the chaos unfold. His expression was calm, almost satisfied.“Forged footage, falsified patients, false deaths,” his aide reported. “Our operatives spread the material through four independent channels. It looks authentic.”Carl smiled faintly. “The truth doesn’t need to be real. It only needs to sound consistent.”He stood and
Chapter 21 — The Ghost Network
However, the city had not yet healed from the last storm when another began to gather, invisible but vast. Screens across continents flickered in unison. Broadcast signals fractured, overridden by a voice that had no origin, no face—only clarity sharp enough to slice through static.“Project Dawn never ended. You buried the men who built it, but their hands still work beneath your hospitals.”Then came the images—grainy footage of test subjects, military insignias blurred by decades of secrecy, and vials marked with Skydome’s old classification tags. The timestamp read twelve years ago, but the horror felt fresh. Around the world, governments scrambled to deny what they hadn’t yet understood. The words Project Dawn trended globally within an hour.Inside Skydome Tower, alarms lit every wall. Linda stormed into the operations chamber, tablet in hand, eyes sharpened by exhaustion and fury.“Every network on Earth just ran the same clip,” she said. “Whoever did this bypassed national fir