I Am The Lost Medical God

CHAPTER 9

When I walked out of the banquet hall, it was still morning.  

The streets were not crowded yet. I walked without direction, my hands buried deep inside my pockets.

Sonia’s words kept replaying in my head.

 “You embarrassed me in front of everyone, and I didn’t expect that from you.”

Each time I remembered the look in her eyes when she said it, something inside me broke painfully. I had faced ridicule my entire life without blinking, but hearing it from her felt different.

It was not the insult that hurt. It was the dismissal. The way she had looked at me as if I truly was nothing.

I stopped at the corner of the street and let out a slow breath.

“If only you knew who I truly am,” I muttered to myself quietly. “If you knew what I gave up, what I ran from, you would not have spoken to me that way.”

A faint, bitter smile touched my lips.

“I healed you,” I whispered under my breath. “And this is how you see me.”

Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, dark clouds suddenly rolled overhead. Within seconds, rain began to fall, first as a light drizzle, then heavier. The cool drops soaked into my hair and coat, but I did not move. I barely noticed.

Then, out of nowhere, the low, smooth soound of luxury engines filled the street.

Three black Mercedes-Maybach vehicles turned the corner in perfect formation and came to a stop directly across from me. Their surfaces gleamed even under the rain.

I stared at them.

“No…” I breathed.

The doors of the first car opened almost instantly. Six men in tailored black suits stepped out with synchronized precision. One held a large umbrella. Another carried an extra thick overcoat.

They moved quickly toward me.

When they reached me, they stopped in unison and bowed deeply.

“Sir.”

I slapped my forehead.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

Before I could say anything else, the door of the last car opened. A tall man stepped out, adjusting his glasses as he hurried toward me. His suit was slightly more distinguished than the others. I recognized him immediately.

“Mr. Laurent,” I said flatly.

He was the personal assistant to the President of Cardinia.

He stopped in front of me and bowed respectfully despite the rain soaking his shoulders. “Medical God,” he said formally, “we have finally found you.”

I closed my eyes briefly.

Of course they had.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone calm but irritated.

Mr. Laurent gestured subtly toward the cars. “We were sent by the President himself.”

“I know exactly who sent you,” I replied. “And I know exactly where you came from.”

Rain continued pouring around us. One of the men tried to hold the umbrella over my head, but I stepped slightly away.

“You should not have come,” I said quietly.

Mr. Laurent looked genuinely troubled. “Sir, Cardinia is in crisis. A pandemic has broken out. The hospitals are overwhelmed. Ever since you disappeared, the medical council has struggled. We need you back.”

I let out a slow breath.

“I told all of you that I am dead to that world,” I said calmly. “I left Cardinia for a reason.”

“Sir,” he pressed desperately, “people are dying. The President has assigned five hundred billion dollars to your name. Three private mansions have been purchased for you, each worth over one hundred million dollars. The entire nation is ready to welcome you back as a hero.”

“I am not interested,” I said without hesitation.

The men exchanged uneasy glances.

“Medical God,” Mr. Laurent continued, lowering his voice, “you are Cardinia’s greatest asset. You are our pride. The people still believe you will return.”

“I am no longer Cardinian,” I said firmly. “I chose to leave. I chose this life.”

He looked confused. “This life? Sir… you are walking alone in the rain.”

“I have a wife,” I replied. “I have responsibilities here.”

The word wife felt heavy in my mouth.

Mr. Laurent’s eyes softened slightly. “Then bring her with you. We will arrange everything.”

“You do not understand,” I said quietly. “I did not leave only for a new beginning. I left to survive.”

His expression changed.

The name that neither of us wanted to mention hung between us.

The Power Reapers.

The secret cult that had tried to capture me, to extract what they called my ‘gift.’ They believed my healing ability was not natural. They wanted to study it. Weaponize it.

“I cannot return,” I repeated. “If I go back, they will come out of hiding again. And this time, they will not fail.”

Mr. Laurent looked shaken. “We have strengthened security.”

“It will not be enough,” I replied.

Rainwater dripped from my hair onto my face. I wiped it away impatiently.

“Go back,” I told them firmly. “Tell the President I am grateful, but I cannot help.”

“Sir—”

“Go back,” I repeated.

I turned and began walking away.

For a few seconds, I heard their footsteps trailing behind me.

“Medical God!” Mr. Laurent called out. “At least reconsider! The nation—”

“I have made my decision,” I said without turning around. “Do not follow me again.”

I walked into a small coffee shop at the corner of the street and pushed the door open. 

I chose a table in the far corner and sat down.

I did not order anything.

Instead, I leaned forward and placed my forehead against the cool wooden surface of the table.

If I had told Sonia the truth… if I had told her that I was the so-called Medical God… that nations had once waited for my words… would she have looked at me differently?

Would she have defended me today instead of dismissing me?

Or would she have feared me?

Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep at the table.

I woke when I felt someone gently tapping my shoulder.

“Sir?” a woman’s voice called softly.

I lifted my head and blinked. It was the waitress.

“You have been here since morning,” she said politely. “It is already seven in the evening, and we are about to close.”

I stared at her. “Seven?”

“Yes, sir.”

I straightened immediately. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.”

“It’s alright,” she replied kindly. “You looked like you needed the rest.”

“Thank you,” I said. “And I apologize.”

I stepped outside. The rain had stopped, and the streets were dark.

“I need to go home,” I muttered.

I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address. During the ride, one thought stayed in my mind: I should apologize to Sonia. Even if she misunderstood me, I should not let pride create distance between us.

When the cab stopped in front of the villa, I paid the driver and stepped out. The lights inside the house were still on, which struck me as unusual for that hour.

I opened the door quietly and walked in.

The living room was brightly lit.

Then I stopped.

Sonia was standing in the middle of the room. Her back was partly turned toward me.

But she was not alone.

Greg stood very close to her. Too close.

His hands were on her waist, roaming freely over her body.

Before I could react, he leaned down and kissed her.

It was not rushed. It was slow and deliberate.

Sonia did not push him away.

I froze where I stood. My eyes widened as I tried to process what I was seeing. My chest tightened sharply, and for a moment I could not breathe properly.

Greg’s hands remained on her body as they continued kissing.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

And for the first time in a long while, I did not feel humiliation.

I felt betrayal.