THE LOSER GOD OF WAR IS MIRACLE DOCTOR

CHAPTER 2

The click of heels echoed down the hospital corridor as Emilia Richardson approached, her designer dress swishing with each purposeful step.

"Denver!" she called out warmly, immediately wrapping him in an embrace. "Thank you so much for being here."

Denver returned the hug with a practiced smile. "Of course, Emilia. Laurent needs all the support he can get."

Emilia pulled back, her expression shifting as she glanced around. "Where's Keith? Shouldn't he be here?"

Emilia's eyes lit up with malicious glee. "Oh, that coward? He's hiding like a scared rabbit somewhere in this hospital. Can you believe it? While his brother-in-law is dying, he runs away to avoid giving blood!"

"What?" Emilia's voice rose in disbelief.

"It's true!" Emilia continued, her voice dripping with manufactured outrage. "Denver here had to step in and arrange everything. He's even contacted the Miracle Doctor to treat Laurent!"

Emilia's face flushed with anger as she turned back to Denver, gripping his arm tightly. "You're incredible, Denver. You're doing more for my family than my own husband!"

She pressed closer to him, her voice turning cold. "When Laurent recovers—and I know he will, thanks to you—I'm throwing that useless blood bag out. We won't need him anymore."

Meanwhile, in Room 304, Keith's eyes fluttered open. The sterile ceiling spun above him like a carousel. A young nurse approached, her expression a mixture of pity and professional obligation.

"Mr. Cross?" she said softly. "You're awake. I need to inform you that your family hasn't arranged payment for your treatment. You'll need to handle the medical bills yourself."

Keith stared at her, the words sinking in like stones in still water. Of course they didn't, he thought bitterly.

"I understand," he said quietly, slowly pushing himself up from the bed.

The nurse's face softened. "Sir, you should rest. You've lost a significant amount of blood—"

"I'm fine." Keith's voice was steady despite the dizziness. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the way the room tilted.

Stepping into the hallway, Keith moved unsteadily, one hand trailing along the wall for support. The voices ahead grew clearer with each step—Emilia's laugh, Denver's smooth responses, Emilia's shrill commentary.

He rounded the corner and there they were: Emilia still clinging to Denver's arm like a barnacle on a ship's hull, Emilia gesturing dramatically, all of them standing outside Laurent's ICU room.

"Keith!" Emilia's voice cracked like a whip. "There you are, you coward!"

All three pairs of eyes turned to him. Keith stood there, pale and swaying slightly, his hospital gown wrinkled and bloodstained.

"Look at you," Emilia continued, her voice rising. "Hiding like a worm when your family needs you! You can't help with the business, and you can't even fulfill the one pathetic duty you have as a blood donor husband!"

Denver shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing.

"If it weren't for Denver," Emilia spat, "my brother would be dead right now! Dead! Because his so-called brother-in-law ran away like a frightened mouse!"

Keith felt something inside him crack—not from pain, but from the sheer absurdity of it all. This woman, he thought, doesn't even know that I'm the reason her family's business grew tenfold. And now she can't even believe I donated blood for her brother.

Emilia stepped forward, her smile as sharp as broken glass. "Oh, Keith, you look terrible! Like a drowned rat!" She laughed, the sound echoing off the hospital walls. "But don't worry about your appearance. Denver has already contacted the Miracle Doctor!"

She paused for dramatic effect, clearly savoring the moment. "Now that we have real help, you're about as useful as a chocolate teapot. Emilia will be divorcing you very soon."

Emilia lifted her chin, looking down at Keith like he was something she'd scraped off her shoe. "That's right. You're finished here."

Keith couldn't help himself—he began to laugh. It started as a quiet chuckle but grew into full, genuine laughter that bounced off the hospital walls.

"What's so funny?" Emilia demanded, her face flushing red.

"You," Keith said between laughs, "talking about the Miracle Doctor like you actually know who he is."

Emilia's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you honestly think," Keith continued, his voice filled with amusement, "that someone like Denver can just snap his fingers and summon the Miracle Doctor? You're like a house cat thinking it can command a lion."

"How dare you!" Emilia shrieked. "You clearly don't understand the power of the West family! They're a B-tier family in this city! Finding one doctor is like picking up pebbles on a beach for them!"

Keith's laughter intensified, which only made Emilia more furious.

"Stop laughing at me!" she screamed. "If you had shown even a little respect, I might have let you stay on as a servant! Clean toilets, scrub floors—something suited to your level! But now? Now I'm divorcing you!"

Keith's laughter finally subsided, replaced by a cold smile. "I'll be waiting for those divorce papers with great anticipation."

He turned his back on them, walking away with as much dignity as his weakened state allowed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Emilia called after him. "Crawling back to whatever hole you came from?"

Keith didn't bother to respond. As he reached the hospital exit, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID and answered.

"Miracle Doctor," the voice on the other end was practically vibrating with excitement, "we've found a way to restore your powers!"