The Miracle Doctor Returns: Divorce To Hidden Identity

"Charlie! You need to come to the hospital now!" Fear and worry filled Nancy's voice. "Mother is dying, she needs blood." The urgency in her tone left no room for questions.

"I'll be right there," I assured her before hurriedly grabbing my jacket and keys.

Halfway to the gate, I bumped into a woman.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," I said, trying to wear my jacket while opening the gate.

"You?!" She looked shocked. Though I was in a hurry, I stopped to take a second look at her face.

"Do I know you?"

"That's not important now. But you... where are you off to in such a rush?"

"Look, I need to be at the hospital. If you have something to say, please excuse me." I made to walk away, but she blocked me.

"A hospital is no place for a war god," she whispered. I stopped.

I turned back, frowning.

"I know your accident was a serious one, and you lost both your powers and your memory, but the hospital is no place for you."

"What’s this all about?" I raised my voice slightly. She glanced around with a forced smile, likely trying not to draw attention.

"How about we talk when you're free?" She reached into her bag and brought out a business card. "Here." She handed it to me, but I stared at her with anger and confusion.

"I don’t want to see you or talk to you ever again." My tone was firm, but she remained calm.

"Please." Her tone matched mine in firmness, but her eyes held a strange mix of respect and urgency.

I didn’t argue further. I allowed her to slip the card into my pocket, turned, and walked away.

"Charlie! You son of a bitch! What took you so long?" Nancy scolded loudly as I arrived, but I didn’t respond.

Many times I asked myself whether she had changed over time or if love had blinded me into marrying her. As far as I could remember, our marriage was about her using me to serve her needs. Yet, I never objected. Today, like always, I was at her service.

"Sit!" she ordered, and I obeyed.

"Nurse!" A young woman appeared almost instantly. "He's the donor. My mother needs 600ml of blood. Get it drawn immediately," she instructed, then disappeared into the ward.

"600ml of blood?" I was stunned, but this was just the kind of thing Nancy would do for her mother.

She could starve me or slice me to pieces just to save her mom, but I wondered if she would go even half as far for me.

I sat silently as they drew the blood. Soon, I was pale and weak. Nancy didn’t come back to check on me, not even once.

When she finally returned, she didn’t seem to care.

"What's going on here?" a man in a designer suit approached us. He reeked of wealth and carried an aura that was both intoxicating and intimidating.

I knew him—and so did Nancy.

Carl Kidman. Heir to the powerful Kidman family.

"Oh, kind sir, my mother is critically ill and needs help. The doctors are doing their best, but I..." She broke into tears. I watched, stunned.

Was that my wife?

"I assure you, the doctors here are the best. Your mother is in safe hands." Carl patted her back, and she leaned into him—right in front of me.

I knew she was emotional, but I was here—weak and drained—because of her. She should be with me, not in the arms of some rich stranger.

"Thank you, Mr. Kidman. I owe you my life." She clasped his hands.

"Mr. Kidman," the doctor’s voice made them shift.

"Doctor, how’s her mother?"

"She’s out of immediate danger. You don’t have to worry." The doctor smiled, and Nancy beamed—at Carl.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I watched her flirt shamelessly. Carl noticed me.

He knew I was angry. My pale, sickly condition didn’t hide my resentment. He gave the doctor a subtle signal.

The doctor spared me a glance before looking back at Nancy.

"Although your mother is stable for now, her condition is complicated. Only the Miracle Doctor can perform the surgery she needs."

"Who’s this Miracle Doctor?" Nancy asked, echoing the question already in my mind.

"She’s the finest surgeon around. She’s handled cases more difficult than your mother’s."

"Where can we find her?"

"I’m not sure. She’s elusive. Finding her could take time—and time is not on our side."

Nancy turned tearfully to Carl, and he embraced her again.

"I promise you—I’ll find her and bring her here," he vowed.

"Thank you."

"One more thing," the doctor said, making us all look at him. "She might need more blood." His voice was cold, and I felt instinctively that something was off.

"That won’t be a problem. Charlie here will donate," Nancy declared without hesitation.

"Are you insane? I can barely move, and you want to take more blood from me?" I didn’t raise my voice—I didn’t have the strength. But I tried to stand my ground.

"How dare you talk to me like that? You’ll do exactly what I say!"

"Nurse, take as much as the doctor needs."

"This could kill me, Nancy. Don’t you care?"

"Fine, then. Draw until he’s at the brink of death—but make sure he’s still breathing." She turned her back as the nurses went to work.

"Wait! I’m not feeling well!" I pleaded, but they seemed more afraid of Nancy than they were moved by compassion.

I needed help. I could literally feel life slipping out of me. What should I do?

I needed to call someone—anyone. But who?

I reached weakly into my pocket, fumbling for my phone. I managed to get it out with what little energy I had left, but something else came with it.

A card. A business card.

I remembered where I got it and instinctively wanted to toss it aside.

But something caught my eye.

I paused, took another look.

Boldly printed on the card were the words: SECRETARY OF THE MIRACLE DOCTOR — LINDA SARMAN.