The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

Chapter 01

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alistair asked calmly as Lauren’s hand trailed down his broad chest.

“Helping you relax,” she replied with a sultry smile, her voice low and alluring. “You work too hard, Ally. Let me take care of you.”

He gently removed her hand, only to feel another pair sliding up his legs. Alistair caught the redhead’s hands and shook his head, his disapproval evident.

“Oh, Ally, don’t be so uptight,” the woman on the floor murmured seductively, biting her lip. “I promise you’ll like what my hands can do... and more.”

Alistair stepped away, brushing off her touch. He appreciated these women but refused to be swayed by their charms—a daily test since moving to the village.

“Ladies, I’m fine. Thanks,” he said, his voice steady yet final.

“Ally, I think I’ve hurt myself,” said a brunette with feigned innocence, pressing him into a chair. “See here—” She began to unbutton her shirt, but before she could continue, the clinic door slammed open.

A striking woman with a stern expression strode in, her raven hair tied in a sharp ponytail. Her tailored attire exuded wealth and power, and her piercing gaze landed on Alistair, who raised a brow in silent question.

“Here for a consultation?” he asked politely, but the woman threw a crumpled paper at him, prompting the apprentices to stifle their laughter.

“Miss?”

“Why would I consult a doctor surrounded by shameless, lewd women?” she snapped, disdain dripping from every word.

Alistair’s calm demeanor shifted as his fists clenched against the table. His gaze hardened, cutting through the tension like a blade.

“Apologize. Now,” he demanded coldly, his voice enough to make most tremble.

The woman smirked arrogantly, crossing her arms. “Offended, are we? Don’t like hearing the truth? I walked in and saw something disgraceful, and I will not apologize for stating the obvious.”

“Who are you?” Alistair’s tone was icy, his patience wearing thin.

She tilted her chin upward, offended by his ignorance. “I am Louise Weisz, the first female War God of Hudrax!”

Alistair looked at her, in fact, he didn't really care about it.

"And?"

Louise looked at him, sneered and said, "I can't believe they want me to marry you, a ignorant village doctor..."

"I'm here to tell you, we're not from the same class."

Alistair frowned, he was confused by this drama queen.

"The marriage contract, I'll destroy it. Any problem?" She looked at Alistair with mercy.

Arrogantly, she took that piece of paper, tore it into pieces. It was their marriage contract.

Then, Louise looked at Alistair with a mocking smile.

She was sure that Alistair would go crazy, kneel to her and beg her not to cancel this marriage.

After all, she was the best girl Alistari could meet. 

However, Alistair’s expression didn’t change as he leaned forward, a faint, contemptuous smile tugging at his lips.

“With pleasure, Miss Weisz.” He looked at her without any emotion.

Ha?

Louise was confused by his response. But soon, she figured out why.

He must be too shocked to know the truth, so he had to pretend to be calm. 

Poor man, he only wanted to save his poor dignity.

Louise sneered, she was not interested in talking with a mad man. She turned around and was going to leave this stinkly clinic.

“Wait!” Alistair said with a deep voice.

Louise made an arrogant smile. She was right, this loser would not let her go easily.

"Even if you kneel and beg me, the contract has been already..."

"Apologize to my sisters." Alistair said coldly interrupting Louise's words.

Louise scoffed, her disdain only growing. “What?"

Her face changed, how dared this loser asking her to apologize to these...indecent women?

"You must be dreaming. I owe no apology to this rabble of—” she glanced dismissively at the apprentices, “harlots.”

Alistair stood abruptly, his anger finally visible, but the eldest apprentice plaed a calming hand on his chest.

“Ally! Let her go,” she said softly, her voice steady yet firm. She turned to Louise, her gaze unwavering. 

“Leave and don’t come back.”

Louise sneered indignantly, her heels clicking sharply as she marched out. 

“As if I’d waste another minute here,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m too noble for this.”

Alistair exhaled slowly, regaining his composure as the apprentices exchanged worried looks. His gaze followed Louise’s retreating figure, but his focus quickly shifted back to his sisters, his calm demeanor returning.

“Thank you,” he said to the eldest sister apprentice, his voice soft but resolute.