The Miracle Doctor

Chapter 2

The soft hum of hospital machines filled the sterile room. Ethan sat up slowly, every movement sending a wave of dizziness through his body. His arm still throbbed where the nurses had drawn too much blood.

Through the glass window, he saw Nancy pacing outside with Roy, laughing — actually laughing — her tone light and flirtatious, as if her husband weren’t lying half-conscious inside. He pressed his palm against his temple. His body felt drained, but what hurt most wasn’t the blood loss. It was a realization. The woman he thought he loved — the woman he married — looked at him like a tool, not a person.

The door opened. Nancy entered, the faint scent of Roy’s cologne still clinging to her clothes.

“You’re awake,” she said flatly. “Good. Mother’s condition is still bad. They said they might need more blood.”

Ethan stared at her. “You already took too much. I could’ve died.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” she replied coldly. “You’re fine. It’s not like you’re doing anything useful anyway.”

He looked at her — really looked — for the first time. The sharp edges of her tone, the way she avoided his eyes, the way she kept glancing toward the door as if waiting for Roy.

“You married me for this, didn’t you?” Ethan said quietly. “For my blood type.”

Nancy blinked, feigning innocence. “What are you talking about?”

“You never loved me. You only wanted a donor for your mother?” Pain colored his tone.

Her lips twisted into a smirk. “And what if I did? You should be grateful you were good for something.”

Ethan’s stomach turned. His hands clenched around the sheets. “Nancy…”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped. “You think I owe you love? You’re nothing! You were pathetic when I found you — no job, no memory, no past! I gave you a name to hold onto!” she screamed as if she’d done him a favor.

Her words struck deeper than any knife could.

The door creaked. Roy entered, hands tucked into his pockets, expression smug.

“Everything all right here?” he asked, eyes sweeping from Nancy to Ethan.

Nancy’s hostility melted into sweetness instantly. “Roy, we were just talking about Mother.”

“Good,” Roy said smoothly. “The doctors are saying the only hope now is the Miracle Doctor.”

That name again. Ethan’s pulse quickened.

“I’ll find him,” Roy said confidently. “Even if it costs a fortune.”

Ethan’s head snapped up. “The Miracle Doctor?”

Roy arched a brow. “You’ve heard of him? You don’t move in those circles, friend. He’s a legend — vanished after some accident years ago.”

Ethan’s heart skipped. An accident. The word echoed like thunder in his skull. He saw flashes — fire, glass, a woman screaming his name. The memory vanished before he could grasp it, leaving a sharp pain behind as he grabbed his head.

Roy noticed and smirked faintly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Before Ethan could respond, Roy turned to the nurses. “We’ll need more blood. Mrs. Tilda can’t wait.”

“No,” Ethan said hoarsely. “You’re not taking another drop.”

Nancy’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be selfish.”

“I said no,” he repeated, standing shakily.

Roy’s tone cooled. “It’s not your decision. The patient’s life is on the line.”

Ethan clenched his jaw. “Then save her yourself.”

Nancy’s temper exploded. “You worthless man!” She turned to the nurses. “Do it! I’m his wife — I give consent!”

They hesitated, but Roy’s glare made them move. Ethan stepped back, but his body was weak. Hands grabbed his arms; the needle pricked his vein again. His breath quickened, vision flickering.

“Stop…” he rasped, struggling. “You’ll kill me.”

“Maybe that’s what it takes,” Nancy hissed.

The world tilted sideways. The last thing he saw was Nancy’s cold eyes before everything went black again.

When consciousness returned, the lights above him were blinding. His head pounded like a drum.

Outside, Roy stood near the door, speaking on the phone, tone low and calculated. Ethan stilled, listening.

“Yes,” Roy said. “Find someone who can pretend to be the Miracle Doctor. Tilda doesn’t need to know the difference.”

Ethan’s chest tightened. Pretend?

“I don’t care if he’s a fraud,” Roy continued. “As long as it gets her to marry me. Once I’ve secured the alliance, she can rot for all I care.”

The pieces fell together like a cruel puzzle. Roy wasn’t helping out of kindness — he was hunting power. Nancy was just a pawn. And Ethan… Ethan was the fool holding their whole charade together.

The door opened. Nancy stepped in, expression calm. “Ethan,” she said softly, “you should rest. Roy’s working on a way to save Mother.”

Ethan met her gaze with emptiness she’d never seen before. “I’m done,” he said quietly.

She frowned. “Done with what?”

“Us.”

Nancy blinked, then laughed bitterly. “You’re serious? You think you can leave me?”

“I’m not asking,” he said steadily. “I’m telling you.”

She scoffed, walking to the bedside table and pulling out a file. “You want to leave? Fine. I already prepared this months ago.”

She tossed the papers at him. Divorce Agreement.

Ethan stared at the documents, then picked up the pen. Without hesitation, he signed. The scratch of the pen on paper sounded like the closing of a door.

Nancy blinked, stunned. “You… you’re actually signing it?”

He handed it back. “You’ve taken enough from me. You won’t take what’s left.”

Before she could speak, the door burst open. The woman from earlier — Leanna Cruz — appeared.

Nancy’s eyes widened. “Who are you?”

Leanna ignored her and rushed to Ethan’s side. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said urgently. “You’re too weak. Come with me.”

Nancy stepped forward, fury twisting her face. “So this is it? This is the woman you’ve been sneaking around with?”

Ethan tried to speak, but Leanna silenced him with a small shake of her head.

“Believe what you want,” Leanna said coldly. “But you’ll regret what you’ve done.”

Nancy lunged, but Leanna caught her wrist effortlessly. “Touch him again,” she said, voice like steel, “and you’ll learn who you’ve really betrayed.”

Then she slipped Ethan’s arm over her shoulder and led him out. Nurses watched but didn’t intervene; Leanna’s presence was commanding, almost royal.

Outside, the hospital parking lot gleamed under the fading sunlight. Rows of black luxury cars waited, engines humming. Men in suits opened doors as they approached.

Ethan blinked, confused. “Who are you… really?”

Leanna smiled faintly. “Someone who remembers who you were, even when you didn’t.”

She helped him into the car. The convoy roared to life, leaving Nancy’s shouts behind in a cloud of dust.

As the city skyline rose ahead, Leanna’s calm voice cut through the silence.

“Ethan,” she said softly, “you weren’t just a doctor. You were the Miracle Doctor — the best this country has ever known. You lost your memory after an attack, but your life… your empire… it’s all waiting for you.”

Ethan’s heartbeat thundered. “Empire?”

Leanna pointed through the car window. Ahead, a towering skyscraper pierced the sky, a gleaming monolith of glass and silver. The letters on its front glowed bright against the dusk:

BRAXTON PHARMACEUTICALS

Leanna turned to him, expression solemn yet proud. “Welcome home,” she said. “From today, you’re the CEO.”

Ethan stared silently, the reflection of the skyscraper burning in his eyes — a symbol of everything he’d forgotten and everything he was about to reclaim.

Ethan begins to remember flashes of his past as the car doors close, realizing his forgotten identity might be more than he ever imagined.