I Am The Lost Medical God

CHAPTER 2

 

I walked back into the room quietly, closing the door behind me with care. Sonia was still asleep, her breathing was slow and steady, completely unaware of what I was about to do.

For a few seconds, I simply stood there looking at her. Then I reached into my coat and brought out the ring.

It looked ordinary, nothing that would catch anyone’s attention. But the moment I slid it onto my finger, the room changed.

A faint blue light began to glow from the ring, soft at first, then brighter. It wasn’t blinding, but it was powerful. The air around me felt charged with something ancient.

I flexed my fingers slowly and looked down at it.

“With this ring,” I muttered quietly to myself, “I hold unlimited experience in medicine, every surgery ever performed, every healing technique ever discovered, and every ancient method buried by time.”

The blue glow pulsed gently.

“With this,” I continued under my breath, “there is no illness that cannot be cured. No injury that cannot be restored...”

I stepped toward the bed and carefully pulled the blanket down from her legs.

Her legs looked the same as always. They were still, weak and scarred from past surgeries.

But that was about to change.

I placed my glowing hand on her upper thigh.

The blue light immediately spread beneath her skin like flowing water.

Without hesitation, I slowly swiped my hand downward from her thigh to her ankle.

A faint tremor ran through her legs.

The ring flashed brighter for a brief second.

That was all it needed.

Her toes twitched and then her calves tightened slightly.

I removed my hand.

The glow around the ring slowly faded until it returned to looking like nothing more than a cheap piece of metal. 

I returned to my side of the bed and lay down.

--------

In the morning, Sonia moved, and I heard the bedsheets rustle. 

There was silence at first, followed by a sharp gasp from Sonia.

Instead of reaching for the wheelchair beside the bed like she had done every single morning for years, she lowered both feet to the floor.

And she stood.

There was no crash or fall. She stood, and then there was another loud gasp from her.

“I…” Her voice trembled. “No… no, this isn’t real.”

I opened my eyes slowly, pretending to wake up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up slightly.

She wasn’t looking at me.

She was staring at her own legs.

“I’m standing,” she whispered. “Leonard… I’m standing.”

She lifted one foot cautiously, then the other, testing her balance.

Her legs shook slightly from disuse, but they supported her.

Tears gathered in her eyes.

“This is impossible,” she said, shaking her head. “The doctors said the nerve damage was permanent. They said I would never walk again. They showed us the scans. They explained everything.”

She took a small step forward, then another.

“I can feel the floor,” she said in disbelief. “I can feel my muscles responding.”

She hurried toward the mirror, her steps uneven but real.

In the reflection, she saw herself standing, not seated.

Her hand flew to her mouth.

“I thought my life was over,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I thought that chair was going to be my future forever.”

She turned to look at me suddenly.

“Did someone come here?” she demanded, desperate for logic. “Did my father secretly arrange for a surgery? Tell me the truth.”

I shook my head calmly.

“No one came,” I replied evenly. “You slept all night.”

She stared at me, confused, overwhelmed.

“People don’t just wake up healed,” she said softly.

I walked closer and looked at her steadily without saying a word..

Her tears finally fell.

She laughed through them, half in shock, half in joy.

“I’m walking,” she said again, as if she needed to hear it out loud. “Leonard… I’m walking.”

Before I could respond, hurried footsteps echoed outside the room.

A knock followed immediately.

“Miss Sonia!” a servant called urgently. “You are needed at once! The annual elite banquet is today!”

Sonia froze.

“The Elite Banquet?” she repeated, panic mixing with disbelief. “Today?”

“Yes, Miss! Everyone is asking for you!”

She looked down at her legs again, then back at me.

“I- I haven’t walked for over two years. I am tense…” she asked softly.

I met her eyes calmly.

“You won’t face them alone,” I said.

And this time, when she turned toward the door, she did not look for a wheelchair.

She simply walked to get prepared.

--------

The moment we stepped into the banquet hall, the noise began to fade.

I felt it before I saw it, hundreds of eyes turning toward us, toward Sonia, as she walked beside me on her own, not in a wheelchair and not supported, but walking.

Her back was straight, though her steps were careful.

Tonight, she walked into that hall on her own two legs.

Someone near the entrance gasped loudly.

“Wait… is that…?”

“That’s Sonia Davenport!”

“She’s walking! How??”