The Almighty Doctor

Chapter 5 A True Cure

Thankfully, the treatment was almost done. Just hang in there a bit longer, and it would be over.

Eldric steadied his focus as he continued treating Lirael. About a minute later, he finally withdrew his hand from her stomach.

The wisp of qi energy had already flowed back into his body, settling into his Dantian once more.

The moment Eldric pulled away, Lirael blurted out, "Eldric, well? Is my stomachache really gone?"

When he'd first suggested this unusual treatment, she'd been suspicious—even thought he might be trying to make a move on her.

But she'd agreed anyway. Partly to test his medical skills, partly to judge his character.

If he actually cured her, it would prove he knew his stuff.

But if he failed—or worse, tried anything shady—she'd know he couldn't be trusted.

And if that happened? She'd kick him out immediately, then tell her grandfather everything. No way would she marry some creep.

But Eldric had aced her test. The moment his hand touched her stomach, the pain vanished like magic.

Lirael was blown away. This wasn't just skill—it was miraculous.

To her, Eldric had become something between a miracle worker and a celebrity doctor. She hung on his every word now.

Eldric paused just a heartbeat before answering, "Should be all good now."

This was his first time using his inherited healing arts. According to the knowledge passed down to him, five minutes should've fixed her stomach for good.

But without experience, he couldn't be 100% sure. Better to underpromise than overpromise.

But to Nechemya's ears, Eldric's hesitant tone was like blood in the water. Seizing the opportunity, he couldn't resist sneering, "Ms. Veyra, listen to how uncertain he sounds! He's clearly bluffing. What proper medical training could this man possibly have? If he were truly skilled, why was he in such dire straits before? I've brought qualified physicians from this hospital—shall we have them examine you properly?"

The hospital was renowned, its doctors exceptional. The ER specialists Nechemya had summoned were far beyond ordinary practitioners.

His words planted doubt in Lirael. After brief hesitation, she conceded, "Very well. I'll submit to their examination."

Nechemya immediately summoned the physicians. After thorough examinations, all three reached the same conclusion: Not only was her gastritis cured—they found no evidence it had ever occurred.

The diagnosis left Nechemya stunned. He shot Eldric a disbelieving look. "Could this... this nobody truly possess such skill?"

He resisted the conclusion with every ounce of his being, but the evidence was undeniable. He'd witnessed Lirael's authentic suffering during previous attacks—the pallor, the cold sweat. Yet in under five minutes, her condition had vanished completely.

Three specialists. Concordant diagnoses. The statistical likelihood of simultaneous misdiagnosis? Negligible. This meant only one thing: Eldric's abilities exceeded even specialist physicians.

Though it galled him to admit, facts were facts. The look Lirael gave Nechemya turned icy. She now regretted yielding to his persistent doubts—allowing this second examination had been a direct insult to the healer, a clear show of distrust.

A pang of guilt shot through her. She'd slighted the man who'd relieved her pain, all because of her assistant's interference.

All of this happened because Nechemya had planted doubts, making Lirael change her mind at the last minute and get checked by those doctors again.

Every bit of this mess was Nechemya’s doing—that guy was absolutely despicable! Lirael was seriously considering firing him as her assistant. His behavior these past two days had been utterly disappointing.

After the ER doctors left, Lirael made a point to apologize to Eldric, feeling uneasy about her earlier decision. Honestly, Eldric wasn’t bothered at all. In fact, he’d wanted to hear the other doctors’ diagnoses himself.

After all, he’d only just mastered these healing arts, and this was his first time treating someone. He had no prior experience.

Sure, he’d followed the ancestral methods precisely, and the treatment had clearly worked. But Eldric still couldn’t say for certain whether he’d completely cured Lirael’s gastritis.

That lingering doubt was why he’d wanted outside confirmation. Far from resenting Lirael’s actions, he was glad she’d done it. Now with the doctors’ unanimous confirmation, Eldric could breathe easy—his diagnosis had been completely accurate.