All Chapters of The Legendary Miracle Doctor Returns: War God: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
36 chapters
Chapter One – The One They Thought Was Useless
The call came at exactly 7:13 a.m. Charlie glanced at the caller ID and sighed. Nancy. He picked up. “Get to Central Hospital. Mom’s condition has worsened. They need blood. Again.” Her voice was flat—no gratitude, no concern. Just an order. “Alright,” he replied quietly, already grabbing his coat. His face was still pale from the last donation, but that didn’t seem to matter to Nancy—or anyone else in her family. He stepped out of the small, crumbling apartment. The morning breeze hit him like cold steel, but it reminded him he was still alive. Not that many people cared whether he was or not.Just as he turned toward the main road, a woman stepped directly into his path. “Charlie!,” she said. Her voice was calm but filled with weight. Urgent, steady. He blinked, confused. “Do I know you?” “Not yet. But you will,” she said. “Listen carefully—you’re not who you think you are. You were once a War God. A protector of this nation. But something happened—an ambush. You lost your pow
Chapter 2
Charlie stared at the business card with trembling hands. "Miracle Doctor… Linda Sarman?" he muttered under his breath. That woman… she couldn’t have known about Nancy’s mother by coincidence. Could she really be who she claimed?He pulled out his phone with what little energy he had left and dialed the number on the card.It rang once.Twice.Then a calm, assertive voice answered, “Charlie?”It shocked him that she already knew his name. “I… I need help,” he whispered hoarsely.“I know. I’m already on my way,” Linda replied, her voice firm. “Don’t let anyone draw another drop of your blood.”The line went dead before Charlie could even respond.Charlie tucked the phone under the pillow just as footsteps echoed outside the hallway. Carl’s voice drifted in first—low, urgent, and laced with impatience.“I don’t care if the real miracle doctor’s impossible to find,” Carl snapped. “Just get me someone. Anyone. Put a lab coat on a half-decent actor and call him the best doctor in the count
Chapter 3
Charlie watched the door slowly close behind Linda as Carl followed, her last words echoing in his mind like a long-forgotten melody—You’re someone they all feared once.He stared at the sealed envelope in his hand, his heart thudding—not with fear, but with something else. A strange calmness. The feeling that, for once, he held the pieces of the game.Nancy crossed her arms and let out a scoff. “Well, that was a fun little performance. You sure know how to attract clowns, Charlie. Must be a new talent.”Charlie turned his gaze to her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really think Carl found the miracle doctor?”Nancy’s smile faltered for the briefest second. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Charlie leaned back, ignoring the weakness in his limbs. “I’m saying—what if I told you Carl never found the real doctor? What if he never even got close?”Nancy laughed coldly. “Please. Carl isn’t like you. He actually gets things done.”He tilted his head slightly. “Right. Gets thi
Chapter 4
Linda slipped her arm under Charlie’s, steadying him as he staggered slightly from the lingering weakness in his body. The IV drip still dangled loosely behind him, but he pulled it out with a calmness that startled even himself. For years he had endured humiliation, but something about this moment felt different—as though he was walking away from more than just a hospital bed.Nancy’s shrill voice cut through the air. “You think you can just walk away from me, Charlie? Don’t forget—you owe everything to me! Without me, you’d be nothing!”Linda didn’t even spare her a glance. Her focus was only on Charlie, her tone soft but firm. “You don’t need to respond to her. Some voices aren’t worth hearing.”Charlie let out a small breath, neither confirming nor denying her words. He simply followed her lead, each step heavy yet strangely liberating.Before Nancy could spit out another insult, the hospital door swung open and the doctor hurried inside, face flushed with excitement.“Ms. Nancy!
Chapter 5
The revolving doors sighed shut behind them and Charlie stepped into a lobby that felt more like a palace than the entrance to a company. Marble floors stretched like a frozen river, the veins in them catching light from chandeliers that hung like constellations above. A waterfall wall tumbled silently to one side; on the other, an art piece—an abstract sweep of steel and glass—refracted the morning sun into shards of gold. Staff in immaculate uniforms moved with quiet efficiency; at a glance they appeared ordinary, but at every turn they cast glances of unmistakable deference. Heads dipped, lips barely whispered, and somewhere close by someone spoke his name and followed it with a title that landed in his chest like a bell: “Chairman.”Charlie’s stomach tightened. The word felt oversized, foreign and intimate at once. He had been dragged from the gutters of a life he barely remembered into the center of a world that recognized him as its axis. People bowed. A receptionist rose from b
Chapter 6
Charlie had never felt so out of place. The grand office that now bore his name seemed more like a stage set than reality, a glittering cage of power where every move carried weight he wasn’t ready to bear. Linda, however, wasted no time. By the next morning, she had transformed his confusion into a carefully structured routine.“From today, you begin relearning what you built,” she said firmly, her eyes leaving no room for argument.And so began the crash course.Finance was first. A senior analyst from Skydome’s investment division filled the conference room with projections and charts. At first, Charlie sat stiffly, certain he would drown in the numbers. But as the analyst spoke, something strange happened. The formulas, ratios, and market movements began to untangle themselves in his head. His hand moved across the notepad, sketching corrections to forecasts before he realized it.The analyst froze mid-sentence. “Sir… that’s… that’s precisely the adjustment we were planning for ne
Chapter 7
The next morning, Linda summoned Charlie into a part of Skydome few outsiders had ever seen—the VIP medical ward. It wasn’t like any hospital wing Charlie remembered. Crystal chandeliers gleamed overhead, and the air smelled faintly of sterilized herbs. Guards in tailored suits lined the corridor, their eyes sharp, their postures rigid.“Why are we here?” Charlie asked, uneasy as the heavy doors opened before them.Linda’s voice was quiet, measured. “Because today, Skydome needs its Miracle Doctor again.”Inside the ward, tension pressed like a storm cloud. A boy no older than ten lay on the pristine white bed, his small chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His face was pale as paper, lips tinged with blue. Around him stood a cluster of foreign specialists—renowned names in medicine, each brought in at unimaginable expense by the boy’s desperate family.But despair had overtaken them all.“We’ve done everything,” one of the specialists muttered, shaking his head. “His organs are
Chapter 8
The ward should have been quiet, filled only with the steady rhythm of the boy’s breathing, but instead, chaos erupted.The foreign specialists, men who had built reputations on prestige and price tags, stared at Charlie as though he were an insult carved into their very souls.“This is outrageous!” one shouted, his accent thick, his face red with fury. “You risked this child’s life with your—your primitive tricks!”Another slammed his hand against the table. “The boy’s condition is unstable! What if he relapses? What if he dies from your… concoction? Who will take responsibility then?”They circled like vultures, their pride bleeding from the humiliation of failure. Their voices rose, demanding Charlie be removed from the ward immediately.The boy’s parents froze in the storm, uncertainty pulling at their faces. On one side stood world-renowned experts, men endorsed by governments and institutions. On the other—a stranger, pale and trembling, who had stepped from the shadows and done
Chapter 9
Word traveled faster than fire through dry grass. In dimly lit lounges, smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling as rumors of the warlord doctor’s return spread like wildfire. A senator muttered Charlie’s name under his breath to a business partner, the letters tasting dangerous, almost sacred. Across town, in a smoke-filled back room, a crime boss slammed his glass down, the liquid shivering in its crystal prison. “If he lives,” the man snarled, his voice low and ragged, “so does his legend.”Fear and curiosity tangled in equal measure. Once buried, once whispered only in cautionary tales, Charlie’s name had returned to life, reviving the ghosts who had believed him lost forever. Deals faltered in hesitant hands. Contracts paused mid-signature. Old enemies glanced over their shoulders, wondering if the man they had assumed powerless now held the key to their undoing.Meanwhile, in a vast ancestral hall, heavy with the scent of incense and polished wood, Carl Kidman knelt before his fam
Chapter 10
Charlie arrived at the hospital wing like a storm, his coat billowing slightly as he stepped into the fluorescent-lit corridor. Every second felt heavier than the last. Nurses and doctors parted instinctively, sensing the authority in his movements. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and tension, a scent that seemed to sharpen his senses further.Nancy’s mother lay in the same bed he had saved her from death before. Her eyes fluttered weakly, body convulsing with subtle tremors that spoke of an unseen battle raging within. Machines beeped erratically, monitors spiking with warning tones. Several doctors hovered over her, their expressions tight with anxiety.“She… she’s relapsed,” one whispered, glancing at the others for confirmation. “Even the Miracle Doctor might be powerless this time.”Charlie’s eyes narrowed. There was no panic in him—only sharp, clinical focus. His instincts, honed by years of survival and buried memory, guided his every movement. He crouched slightly beside