THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

Incompetent, Corrupt Doctor

Magnus and Jasmine arrived at the hospital and headed straight for the inpatient ward where their mother was being treated.

“So you and Jonas have been taking turns watching over Mom? And today is his shift?”

“Yeah.”

During the ride, Jasmine had explained everything—how their lives had been after Magnus "died."

She’d had to take a leave from college in her last two semesters. Jonas worked part-time three days a week after school.

They had no choice.

First, they have to pay for their mother’s endless treatments.

Second, they need to make sure that at least one of them could sleep at the hospital every night to stay with her.

That hit Magnus hard.

As the oldest son, he should’ve been the one taking that responsibility. But he hadn’t been there. He’d disappeared. And worse, he hadn’t helped at all with their mother’s care.

That, to him, was a failure. An utter failure.

But now that he was back, things would change. He’d make damn sure both of his siblings were freed from that burden—starting now.

“That’s her room,” Jasmine said, pointing at a door to the left.

Magnus looked at the sign. A C-Class room. One step above the cheapest type the hospital had.

Three years ago, back when he was still around, their mom had been treated in a B-Class room.

A downgrading. Most likely due to financial strain.

Magnus clenched his jaw.

They entered the room. Inside, a doctor and a nurse were checking their mom’s vitals. Jonas stood a few feet from the bed and turned the second the door opened. He froze.

“Dr. Flynn, what’s going on? How is my mom?” Jasmine asked anxiously.

Flynn, the tall doctor with round glasses, straightened up and sighed.

“The patient’s immune system continues to weaken. If this continues, she could fall into another critical state,” he said bluntly.

Jasmine pressed a hand over her mouth, the other on her waist. Her eyes welled with tears.

Magnus’s own eyes flickered—barely. A faint blue glow. He scanned their mother lying motionless in bed, an IV line in her arm and a clear oxygen mask over her mouth.

Something wasn’t right.

“Doctor, is there anything we can do to help her recover? Should we increase the dosage?” Jasmine asked, desperate.

“I doubt that would help,” Flynn replied, shaking his head. “It’s not about medication now. It’s about patient’s willpower. We’ve done all we can. With coma patients, medicine only supports the body—the willpower of the patient has to do the rest.”

“Please don’t say that,” Jonas snapped. “Our mom is strong. She wants to wake up. She wouldn’t leave us like this. There has to be something you can try. Some kind of new treatment.”

Flynn sighed again, visibly annoyed. “Like I said, we’ve done what we can. It’s up to the patient now.”

That shift in tone didn’t go unnoticed by Magnus. Either the doctor was done trying, or too tired, or too disinterested. Probably wanted to focus on patients who were still profitable.

That alone was enough to piss him off. Magnus stepped forward and placed a hand gently on his mother’s.

He knew it. Something was wrong.

“My brother’s right,” he said, voice calm. “Our mother is a strong woman. She will do everything she can to come back. This isn’t about her willpower, Doctor. Not at all.”

He turned his eyes to Flynn as he finished the sentence.

Flynn looked irritated. “And who the hell is this self-righteous guy?” he asked Jasmine.

“He’s… he’s my older brother,” she replied, awkward. “Our eldest.”

She then turned and gave Magnus a sharp look.

Flynn and Magnus locked eyes again.

“I don’t know what point you’re trying to make here, but I’ve been a doctor for over a decade,” Flynn said, chin raised. “You—someone with zero medical training—have no right to question my diagnosis.”

Magnus smiled, just a little. “True. You’ve got years in the field. I won’t pretend otherwise. But when it comes to this patient—my mother—I know more than you think.”

And he meant every word.

During his years trapped in that hellish world of monsters and magic, Magnus had mastered more than just combat. He'd studied healing arts, anatomical sorcery, and medical theory—things no Earth-trained doctor could ever grasp.

By touching her hand and scanning her body with his energy, he’d seen what others couldn’t.

The issue wasn’t her will to live. It was the medicine. Some of the drugs she’d been given were working against her. Not by accident, either. It was deliberate.

Flynn scoffed, insulted. He stuffed both hands into his coat pockets and raised his chin again.

“Well then. If you think you’re so much better than me, why don’t you try to heal her?” he challenged.

The room tensed. Even the nurse looked nervous. 

Jasmine was clearly embarrassed. Jonas glared at Magnus like he wanted to punch him.

But Magnus just stood there, relaxed, and smirked.

“Alright,” he said. “Then step aside. Let me do what I need to do.”

Flynn chuckled mockingly. “You actually believe you can heal a comatose patient with zero qualifications? I’m starting to wonder if you’re mentally stable.”

Magnus ignored him and turned back to his mother. He began scanning her body more thoroughly with his energy.

Flynn, now clearly pissed at being ignored, narrowed his eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead. Heal her, oh great savior,” he sneered. “If you manage to pull off a miracle, I’ll give you two million dollars. Right here. Right now.”

Magnus paused and looked at him.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious,” Flynn replied, smirking like the arrogant bastard he was.

In his mind, there was a 0% chance Magnus could do anything meaningful. He could bet his entire fortune on that.

In fact, a wicked idea popped into his head.

“But if you fail,” Flynn added, “you have to admit you’re full of shit and apologize. Not just any apology. I want you to get on your knees and say how stupid you were to question a real doctor. And I’ll record it—with my phone—and post it on my social media.”

He smiled like a snake. That image—Magnus kneeling, begging, humiliated—was delicious.

But Magnus? He just grinned wider. He saw it differently. This was a chance to get free money.

“Alright,” Magnus said. He straightened up and extended his hand. “Let’s shake on it. I want to make sure you’re not bluffing.”

“Magnus, what are you doing?!” Jasmine hissed. “Stop this! You’re embarrassing us!”

“Relax,” Magnus said, locking eyes on Flynn. “The only one who’s gonna be embarrassed here… is this incompetent doctor.”

Flynn scoffed loudly. “Incompetent?! You’ve got some nerve, young man! Okay, deal!” 

Flynn shaked Magnus’s hand.

At this moment, Flynn’s memories poured into his head.

Magnus saw everything. The smug smile on his face vanished. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened.

‘Fucking bastard! You did this on purpose. You’ve been working with the Barbosa family all along. You’ve been sabotaging my mother’s recovery, you corrupt doctor!’

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