2025-10-22 15:42:22The next morning, Linda summoned Charlie into a part of Skydome few outsiders had ever seen—the VIP medical ward. It wasn’t like any hospital wing Charlie remembered. Crystal chandeliers gleamed overhead, and the air smelled faintly of sterilized herbs. Guards in tailored suits lined the corridor, their eyes sharp, their postures rigid.
“Why are we here?” Charlie asked, uneasy as the heavy doors opened before them.
Linda’s voice was quiet, measured. “Because today, Skydome needs its Miracle Doctor again.”
Inside the ward, tension pressed like a storm cloud. A boy no older than ten lay on the pristine white bed, his small chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His face was pale as paper, lips tinged with blue. Around him stood a cluster of foreign specialists—renowned names in medicine, each brought in at unimaginable expense by the boy’s desperate family.
But despair had overtaken them all.
“We’ve done everything,” one of the specialists muttered, shaking his head. “His organs are failing. There’s nothing left to try.”
The boy’s father, a steel magnate whose empire spanned continents, clenched his fists helplessly. His wife sobbed quietly, clutching her son’s limp hand.
Charlie froze, the sight hitting him harder than he expected. He wasn’t this child’s parent, yet something deep inside him recoiled at the thought of watching life slip away without a fight.
As the specialists began to prepare the family for the inevitable, Charlie felt a tremor run through his hand. At first, he thought it was nerves. Then, a memory—not clear, but like smoke curling through the darkness—rose unbidden.
An ancient method. Fingers against the pulse. Reading what machines could not.
Charlie staggered, gripping the side of the bed. “Wait.”
Linda’s eyes snapped to him. “Charlie—”
But he cut her off, his voice firm despite the tremor in his body. “Let me examine him.”
The room fell silent. Then came laughter.
One of the foreign doctors sneered. “Examine? Who are you? Another layman who thinks touching a wrist can heal what modern medicine cannot?”
Another added with disdain, “Do you want to kill the boy faster? Stop this circus.”
The magnate’s head lifted, his grief twisting into fury. “Linda, what is this? Is this your so-called Skydome? To insult my child’s final hours with parlor tricks?”
Linda’s expression tightened, but she didn’t move. She could have silenced Charlie. She could have stopped him. But something in his eyes—something steady, unyielding—rooted her to the floor.
Charlie ignored the mockery. With deliberate calm, he placed two fingers on the child’s wrist. He closed his eyes.
The world narrowed to a single point.
Beneath his fingertips, the faint rhythm of the boy’s pulse whispered secrets. Too shallow, too erratic—but not hopeless. He listened, not with ears, but with something deeper. His mind was blank, yet his body remembered. Patterns surfaced—flashes of scrolls, faded diagrams, nights spent perfecting what others had dismissed as obsolete.
When he opened his eyes, the room seemed sharper, the light harsher. “This isn’t organ failure,” he said quietly.
The specialists scoffed. “Ridiculous!”
Charlie’s gaze didn’t waver. “It’s a hidden complication. A rare toxin lodged in his system, mimicking collapse. If left unchecked, yes—his body will fail. But it’s treatable.”
The boy’s parents stared at him in stunned silence.
Linda’s heartbeat quickened. That level of precision, from a single pulse touch… she knew only one man alive who could achieve it.
The foreign doctors erupted in anger. “You’re lying! We ran every test—”
“And missed what was right beneath your hands,” Charlie snapped, his voice carrying a weight he didn’t understand but everyone felt.
He turned to Linda. “I need access to the vault. The herbal wing.”
Her eyes widened. “Charlie—”
“Trust me,” he said.
Minutes later, he stood in front of Skydome’s arsenal of rare medicines, the same vault Linda had once shown him with reverence. His fingers hovered over shelves upon shelves of sealed vials and ancient powders. Then, without hesitation, he began to select ingredients, pulling them with uncanny precision.
It was as though his hands remembered what his mind had lost.
In the lab, he ground, mixed, and measured. The formula took shape swiftly, a golden liquid simmering with faint heat. Even Linda, who had once seen him work miracles, found her breath catching at the sight.
Finally, Charlie returned to the ward, a small cup in hand. The specialists snorted in disdain.
“You’ll poison him,” one snapped.
Charlie ignored them. He knelt by the bed, tilting the child’s head gently. “Drink,” he whispered. And though unconscious, the boy’s lips parted as if his body itself sought the remedy.
The golden liquid slid down his throat.
Silence blanketed the room. Every second stretched into eternity. Then—
The boy coughed. His chest rose deeper, fuller. Color crept slowly back into his cheeks. His breathing, once ragged, steadied into a rhythm that filled the ward like music.
The magnate gasped. His wife let out a cry of joy, collapsing to her knees in gratitude.
“My son… he’s breathing! He’s—he’s alive!”
They turned to Charlie, tears streaming down their faces. They bowed, their voices choked with reverence. “Doctor, thank you… you’ve saved our family.”
The specialists stood frozen, humiliated, their reputations crushed before their own eyes.
Charlie, however, wasn’t celebrating. He stared at his own hands, trembling as though foreign to him. He hadn’t known what he was doing—yet his body had moved with certainty, confidence, mastery.
How?
How could he know what his mind could not remember?
He staggered back, his chest tightening with unease.
From the shadows of the corridor outside, unseen eyes watched every move. A spy slipped away silently, his orders clear. By the time the boy’s family embraced their savior, the message was already on its way.
The Miracle Doctor has returned.
And Carl’s backers would know before nightfall.
Charlie clenched his fists, staring at the trembling fingers that had just performed the impossible.
“What are you?” he whispered to himself. The answer lay hidden in the shadows of his past.
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