The Miracle Doctor Returns: Divorce To Hidden Identity

Chapter 1

"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.

Chapter 2 

“I’ve met the Secretary of the Miracle Doctor…”

The words echoed in my mind like a thunderclap. My heart hammered fiercely in my chest, as if trying to break free. I stood frozen, staring into the distance as the pieces of a puzzle finally clicked into place. My legs trembled, barely able to hold me up, but the shock coursing through my veins gave me a strange kind of strength—just enough to stay standing. Then, darkness threatened to pull me under.

When I finally opened my eyes again, the memory of the mysterious woman was crystal clear.

Linda.

Her voice had been calm but powerful, speaking to me like I mattered—as if I was more than just a man caught in the middle of a storm. She had handed me a card, a card not meant for just anyone’s hands.

I reached out, my fingers trembling, and pulled out my phone. Dialing her number felt like summoning a lifeline.

Two rings.

She answered.

“I knew you’d come around,” she said, her voice smooth, warm, and unhurried, like she was waiting for me all along.

“I’m not sure about that,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “But I trust a woman of your caliber wouldn’t deceive someone like me… or would she?”

There was a pause, a quiet confidence in her answer. “I’m better than that.”

“You’re the Secretary of the Miracle Doctor everyone in the country is desperate to meet?” I asked, glancing at the card again. The black and gold design gleamed under the light, with nothing but a name, a number, and a faint symbol of a dragon hidden inside the seal.

She didn’t flinch. “I am,” she said calmly, testing me.

“My wife wants a divorce,” I confessed, swallowing the lump in my throat. “But it’s more than that. She’s slowly killing me—not with poison, but with humiliation, with every word she throws at me. She’s draining me dry. And her new man? He’s a fraud. He’s pretending to be someone he’s not.”

Linda didn’t hesitate. “I’ll help you.”

Her words stopped me cold. “You… can?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “Where are you now?”

“The hospital.”

“I’ll be there shortly.”

The call ended abruptly—no dramatic goodbyes, no empty promises. Just quiet certainty. She was coming, and that meant everything was about to change.

I wondered, as I slowly rose from the bed, what Nancy would say when she found out I was connected to the only hope her mother had left.

I had to find out what they were planning—and how Nancy’s mother was really doing.

****

The hospital corridors stretched ahead, sterile and endless. As I approached the ward, a voice I’d come to despise cut sharply through the quiet.

Carl.

He was on the phone, speaking on speaker. His tone was calm but his words were sharp-edged and filled with menace.

“The Miracle Doctor isn’t someone you can just reach, sir,” the man on the other end said, his voice trembling with fear.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Carl barked back.

“Only a few of the wealthiest families have ever even seen her assistant—let alone the Miracle Doctor herself.”

Carl laughed coldly. “If you can’t get the real Miracle Doctor, then just find someone else and make him look the part.”

I froze. My heart pounded so hard I thought he’d hear it through the walls.

Surely, I hadn’t heard that right?

“I don’t understand, sir,” the caller said hesitantly.

“When you can’t find the real treasure, you polish a stone and pretend it’s gold,” Carl sneered.

My chest tightened, rage boiling inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.

“But… What if something goes wrong? Even the top surgeons here said the surgery is too dangerous,” the caller warned.

“Has Nancy ever seen the Miracle Doctor?” Carl asked coldly.

“No…”

“Neither has her mother.”

“But sir… I could lose my license… everything.”

“Do your job, and I’ll protect you. I just want Nancy to marry me. Once that happens, all of this is over.”

“So… this is the only way?” the caller asked.

“It’s the best way,” Carl snapped. “She wants a miracle doctor? Then we’ll give her our own.”

My fists clenched tightly at my sides. The man Nancy was betraying me for—the one she trusted—was a fraud.

I turned to leave, but my foot caught the edge of the doorframe. I stumbled, knocking the door slightly.

Carl’s head snapped toward me, eyes blazing with fury.

Our eyes locked. His face twisted from shock to rage in an instant.

He took a step toward me, slow and deliberate.

I didn’t back down.

Even if I was broken, even if I had nothing left—at least I had the truth.

“What the hell are you doing sneaking around?” he spat.

“This is a hospital, not your mansion. Last I checked, this ward wasn’t restricted,” I said evenly.

“Being unrestricted doesn’t give you permission to loiter,” he snarled. “A man with courtesy would know that.”

I smiled coldly, biting back the anger threatening to explode. “Courtesy is shown, not spoken. You’d know that if you had a conscience. But tell me, Carl… why are you here?”

Before he could answer, a sharp voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Why are you questioning him?” Nancy stormed in, eyes blazing with fury.

She brushed past me without hesitation and grabbed Carl’s arm, holding him possessively.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, babe. It’s fine,” Carl said smoothly, his hand stroking her shoulder with practiced affection.

I rolled my eyes. If only she knew who she was really siding with.

“No,” Nancy said firmly. “I can’t have him making you uncomfortable. You’ve done too much for my mother already.”

She leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, playing the victim perfectly.

“But… he’s your husband,” Carl said almost in a whisper, voice trembling like a wounded saint. His eyes glistened red with false emotion.

What an actor.

“Is that what this is about?” Nancy turned to me, her eyes narrowed like a predator’s. “Are you following Carl because you’re jealous? Because I’m leaving you?” I said nothing.

My silence only stoked her rage.

“Don’t you dare make him look bad just because you’ve failed as a husband!”

“Nancy, please…” Carl begged, stepping forward to play the hero once more. “Let’s not fight.”

“No!” she shouted, her voice breaking the sterile quiet of the ward. “I need to put him in his place.”

“You pretend to be dead—after donating blood—just to guilt-trip me into staying? Then you stalk Carl and try to sabotage him?”

She scoffed, venom dripping from every word.

“You know what? We’re getting a divorce!”

Chapter 3

"I'm done with this marriage madness that turns you into a maniac! You follow me everywhere and ruin every chance I have of moving on!" Nancy’s voice shattered the silence like a lightning strike, her eyes blazing with furious heat. The raw pain and frustration behind her words hung thick in the sterile hospital room, cutting deeper than any blade.

I remained calm, though inside I was a storm, arms crossed tightly across my chest. “Then do me the honor of setting me free from this hell you called marriage. I’m equally tired—tired of being used, drained, and treated like I don’t exist.”

She let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound bitter and harsh like breaking glass. “So now you suddenly have a backbone? Now you want out?”

“I want peace,” I said evenly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “If you have the divorce papers, hand them over. I’m ready.”

Nancy’s eyes narrowed, her confidence flickering for just a moment—a glimpse of doubt hiding behind the fire. Then, without a word, she glanced at Carl, who stood beside her. His smirk was the silent command she needed.

Their unspoken exchange was crystal clear: Should I do it? Yes. Before he changes his mind.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Nancy pulled the papers from her bag and thrust them toward me as if they were a weapon—a slap disguised as a document.

I took my time, deliberately scanning every clause, every legal phrase. I refused to be trapped again. The pain had taught me to be cautious, to guard my heart and my future carefully. No more mistakes. No more blind trust.

Satisfied, I signed the papers with a hand as steady as my resolve.

The expression on Nancy’s face was worth every moment of the heartbreak. Disbelief. Hurt. Anger. She forced a bitter laugh, sharp as a knife. “You think I care about you? Go to hell, Charlie.”

I gave a small, amused chuckle. “Thanks for the send-off.”

At that moment, the door opened quietly. Linda stepped inside—the calm eye in the storm. Her presence was like sunlight piercing through heavy clouds, bringing warmth to the cold room.

“Charlie?” Her voice was soft but concerned, cutting through the tension like a surgeon’s scalpel. She hurried toward me. “Oh my God, what happened to you?”

“I’m exhausted. It’s a long story... Can we go?” I asked, voice tired, leaning on her without hesitation.

Without hesitation, Linda wrapped an arm around my waist, the other steadying mine over her shoulder. Her touch was gentle but firm, a quiet strength I desperately needed.

Then, chaos erupted.

“What the hell is this?!” Nancy exploded, eyes wide with shock and fury. “What are you doing with my husband?”

“Ex-husband,” Linda said coolly, not missing a beat. Her voice was steady, dangerously calm. “You handed him over five minutes ago, remember?”

Nancy’s face twisted in horror as she looked back and forth between us, struggling to understand.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.

I tilted my head, a faint smile playing on my lips. “She’s the one you can ask.”

Nancy’s voice dropped to a sneer. “Have you been cheating on me?”

Linda laughed, mockery dripping from every syllable. “Cheating? Honey, you should be asking yourself that question. Sweet Miss Helpless... or should I say ‘Miss Manipulative.’”

Before Nancy could retort, Carl stepped forward, trying to break the rising tension.

“Nancy, please,” he said, trying to place himself between the two women. “Don’t start.”

“We’re divorced now, Nancy,” I said quietly, my eyes locked on hers. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Nancy scoffed, shaking her head, looking away. “I get it now. That’s why you signed so quickly—because you had her all along.”

“You wanted the divorce too,” I reminded her, voice steady. “Or was there another reason? Or someone else?”

Carl’s eyes darkened, his mouth sealing shut as though biting down on the truth.

Linda narrowed her eyes. “Right. A random rich man swoops in, pays all her mother’s hospital bills, and expects nothing in return? Sounds like a fairy tale.”

“You don’t know anything!” Nancy spat venom in her words.

“Enough!” Linda snapped, stepping forward, voice sharp and commanding. “You think Charlie’s nothing? Let me tell you something. That man is worth more than you could ever imagine—but you were too blind, too greedy to see it.”

“You’re crazy,” Nancy hissed.

Then, without warning, she slapped Linda.

The sharp crack echoed through the hospital ward.

For a suspended second, everything froze. My heart skipped. But Linda didn’t flinch.

With the grace of a queen and precision of a soldier, Linda struck back—once, twice. Two resounding slaps sent Nancy stumbling backward into Carl’s arms.

Linda’s voice dropped low, cold and deadly. “Don’t ever raise your hand at me again. Next time, I’ll break it—and not even the best doctor will fix it.”

Carl had to hold Nancy down as she struggled.

“Charlie, take your mistress and leave,” he growled.

“She’s no mistress,” I said, meeting his eyes, voice firm. “She’s everything your girlfriend isn’t.”

Carl’s smirk twitched, but he said nothing.

Nancy glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “We’re meeting with the MIRACLE DOCTOR soon. You’re useless now. Just leave!”

Linda’s soft laugh filled the room.

“The MIRACLE DOCTOR?” she repeated, tasting the words like a challenge.

“Yeah!” Nancy snapped. “Carl’s arranged everything.”

Carl straightened, facing me directly. “Yes. I’ve set it all up.”

I glanced at Linda.

She smiled knowingly, then tilted her head toward Carl. “Is that what you told her?”

Carl hesitated, swallowing hard. “Of course.”

Linda turned back to Nancy with a slow, sharp smile. “Well, I wish you both luck.”

“You’ll need that luck more than I do,” Nancy shot back, venom thick in her tone. “Especially with a cheater like her by his side.”

Linda stepped forward, calm and poised. “You’re angry, but that’s not my fault—that’s yours. You threw him away. And when you finally realize what you lost, I’ll be right there... to remin

d you.” She reached for my hand, her touch warm and steady.

“Let’s go, Charlie,” Linda said softly. “You need to get rehydrated. Your body’s been through too much. But you’ll be fine.”

We turned toward the door. Carl remained frozen in place, but I saw the flicker of panic in his eyes.

I didn’t look back once.