The Legendary Miracle Doctor Returns: War God

The call came at exactly 7:13 a.m. Charlie glanced at the caller ID and sighed. Nancy. He picked up. 

“Get to Central Hospital. Mom’s condition has worsened. They need blood. Again.” Her voice was flat—no gratitude, no concern. Just an order. 

“Alright,” he replied quietly, already grabbing his coat. His face was still pale from the last donation, but that didn’t seem to matter to Nancy—or anyone else in her family. 

He stepped out of the small, crumbling apartment. The morning breeze hit him like cold steel, but it reminded him he was still alive. Not that many people cared whether he was or not.

Just as he turned toward the main road, a woman stepped directly into his path. 

“Charlie!,” she said. Her voice was calm but filled with weight. Urgent, steady. 

He blinked, confused. “Do I know you?” 

“Not yet. But you will,” she said. “Listen carefully—you’re not who you think you are. You were once a War God. A protector of this nation. But something happened—an ambush. You lost your powers… and your memory.” 

He stared at her like she’d grown wings. “What?” 

“I don’t expect you to believe me,” she said, pulling something from her coat. “But everything you know about yourself is a lie. You were once the most feared and respected man alive. And soon… you’ll remember.” 

Charlie shook his head. “Look, lady—I don’t have time for this. I have somewhere I need to be.” He tried to move past her, but she blocked him again. 

“Take this,” she insisted, forcing a business card into his hand. “If you don’t believe me now, that’s fine. But tomorrow… everything changes.” 

Before he could respond, she turned and vanished into the early crowd like smoke. Charlie looked down at the card in his hand, but didn’t read it. He shoved it into his pocket and kept walking. 

War God? What kind of nonsense was that?

The hospital stank of antiseptic and strained nerves. Cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like insects. Charlie walked in, and instantly, Nancy was there—arms folded, expression carved from ice. 

“You took your sweet time,” she snapped. 

“I came as fast as I could,” he said. 

“You always have an excuse, don’t you?” she muttered, not even bothering to look him in the eye. “The nurse is ready. Don’t waste time.” 

He followed her down the corridor, dragging his feet slightly. The last donation had taken a toll on him. But complaints weren’t allowed in this marriage. 

Soon, he was lying on a stiff bed, arm stretched out. The nurse inserted the needle with practiced coldness. 

As the blood began to drain, Charlie stared at the ceiling. His vision blurred at the edges. 600ml. By the end of it, he was already dizzy.

Nancy didn’t even glance at him. Instead, her expression lit up when a sharply dressed man entered the hallway. Carl Kidman. Polished shoes. Tailored suit. Hair like he just walked out of a magazine. He radiated wealth. 

“Carl! You came!” Nancy’s tone did a full 180. Sweet. Warm. “Thank you so much. I really don’t know what we’d do without you.” 

Carl smirked. “I called in a few favors. Your mom’s condition… It's complicated. But we might have a solution.” 

Then he turned and gave Charlie a glance. One look was enough to say everything. Contempt. Disgust. Superiority. 

Nancy leaned closer to Carl and said, almost whispering, “Looks like this useless thing is no longer needed.” Charlie bit down on the inside of his cheek. Hard. But he stayed silent.

A doctor came out a moment later, holding a tablet. “We’ve reviewed her scans. It’s rare—but not hopeless. There’s only one person with the skill to operate: the Miracle Doctor.” 

Nancy gasped. “Is that true?” 

The doctor nodded. “But he’s very difficult to reach. She’s selective… and expensive.” 

Carl puffed out his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring her here. My family still has influence.” 

Then Carl flicked his gaze toward the doctor—and the doctor gave a slight nod. Too fast for Nancy to notice, but Charlie caught it.

“We may need more blood,” the doctor said, far too casually. “As backup.” Nancy didn’t hesitate. 

“Draw more.” Charlie’s body tensed. 

“No… I already gave too much. Anymore and it’ll—” 

“Oh please,” Nancy sneered. “You’re still breathing. That’s enough.” 

The nurse hesitated, but Nancy barked, “I said draw more! Leave him with one last breath if you must!” 

Charlie tried to resist, but his arm was like lead. His vision was already tilting, and now… he was falling deeper into it. They drained more blood. He could feel his heart slowing. His breath was shallow, his limbs numb. Everything was fading.

Nancy didn’t care. She turned and walked away with Carl, laughing at something he said. The nurse pulled out the needle and left without a word. Charlie lay there, alone. Half-dead. He couldn’t lift his head. His hand twitched, reaching for his phone. But instead, something slipped out of his pocket.

The card. The one the woman had given him. He blinked slowly, dragging it toward him with the last flicker of strength he had left. He turned it over—and froze.

“Secretary of Miracle Doctor: Linda Sarman.”

His heart thudded once. Hard. Linda… the woman who stopped him earlier. The one Nancy and Carl were desperately trying to find so she could link them. She’d already found him. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That couldn’t be a lie. Could it?

He stared at the name, his fingers trembling. Was this why she told him he’d remember soon? Was she not only the secretary of the miracle doctor—but also the key to unlocking his forgotten past?

The sound of nurses chatting in the hall blurred into noise. Charlie’s breath was shallow, but in his mind, everything had gone sharp. If this woman was the only one who could save Nancy’s mother, then what did that make him? A pawn? A stepping stone? Or the one person who held all the power—and simply hadn’t realized it yet?

His eyes burned with exhaustion, but there was a flicker inside him now. A spark. Something he hadn’t felt in years. It was faint, almost impossible to define. But it was there. The woman had called him a War God. She said he’d been the nation’s protector. That he had power, wealth, and influence beyond imagination. And now she’d come back—just as Carl and Nancy needed her the most.

Charlie gritted his teeth weakly. Let them think he was useless. Let them walk over him one more time.

But tomorrow… Tomorrow, everything changes.