Episode 2 – The Intern's Secret
The hospital smelled like bleach and lies. Roosevelt Memorial was built to save lives, but its walls reeked of betrayal, lust, and desperation. Doctors cut each other down for promotions. Nurses whispered in shadows, trading secrets for favors. Patients were numbers, paychecks, or experiments.
Michael Carter walked those halls with calm steps, his hoodie under his scrubs, earbuds dangling, weed haze still faint in his lungs from the morning. His eyes carried the same quiet fire from last night—when he healed the impossible.
The girl with leukemia was alive, smiling, running in the children's wing. Nurses called it a miracle. Doctors called it misdiagnosis. Michael knew the truth:
He was the cure.
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Politics and Pressure
Morning rounds started in chaos. The interns gathered like sheep while residents barked orders.
Dr. Lang, smug as ever, sneered at Michael in front of everyone.
"Carter, you think you're hot shit after yesterday? One miracle doesn't make you a surgeon. It makes you fucking lucky. Let's see how long you last before you wash out."
Michael stayed calm. He didn't bite back. He didn't need to. Every save gave him strength. Every level made him sharper.
[XP: 600 / 1000]
He felt the bar in his head, glowing faintly.
By the time he hit Level 2, Lang wouldn't even be able to stand in his shadow.
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Case #2 – The Dying Man
The ER doors burst open. A homeless man was wheeled in, coughing blood, lungs collapsing. Terminal TB, HIV, and advanced cancer. A death sentence.
"Get him comfortable," muttered the attending. "He's done."
But Michael stepped forward.
"Give me a shot."
Lang laughed. "What are you gonna do, Carter? Pray over him?"
Michael ignored him. He placed his hands on the man's chest. The glow returned, stronger this time, veins humming like neon wires. Nurses gasped. The man's wheezing stilled, his bleeding stopped, and his body filled with strength he hadn't felt in decades.
He sat up, eyes wide. "What… what did you do to me?"
Michael only smiled.
[XP +800]
[Balance: +$1000]
[Level Up! You are now Level 2 Healer.]
[New Skill Unlocked: Surgical Precision.]
His fingers tingled. He could feel every vein, every organ, every hidden flaw in the man's body as if they were highlighted in his mind.
Lang was pale. The attending muttered, "Impossible."
Michael just smirked, voice low.
"I don't believe in impossible."
Heat in the On-Call Room
The miracle spread like wildfire. Whispers followed Michael down the halls. Patients smiled at him like he was a savior. Nurses lingered in his orbit, drawn to the calm in his voice, the fire in his eyes.
That night, in the dim on-call room, a nurse named Jessica cornered him. She was older, married, frustrated with her resident husband who treated her like garbage.
"You're dangerous, Carter," she whispered, pressing against him. "You walk in here like you own the place. You save people nobody else can save. And you're… fucking sexy while doing it."
Her lips were on his before he could answer. Clothes hit the floor, scrubs tangled in sweat. The room filled with heat, gasps, curses.
"Fuck—Michael…" she moaned, clutching his shoulders as he pinned her against the wall, smooth and unhurried.
He grinned through the rhythm. "I told you. I'm the cure."
When it was over, she lay trembling, satisfied, whispering, "No one can know."
Michael lit a joint, exhaling smoke into the dark. "They won't. They'll just know I save lives."
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Case #3 – The Politician
The next day, whispers turned to rumors. A high-profile patient was brought in—a senator's wife. Advanced ovarian cancer. Too far for chemo, too dangerous for surgery.
The chief of surgery wanted her case kept quiet. "We can't risk scandal. Make her comfortable. That's it."
Michael felt the XP bar pulsing in his head.
[XP: 1400 / 2000]
He stepped up. "Let me take her."
The chief glared. "You're an intern. Sit down."
Michael's eyes locked on his. Calm. Dangerous. "I'm not asking."
He entered the OR. His glowing hands hovered over her abdomen. Monitors beeped. Nurses froze. Then—he plunged into the work. His new skill, Surgical Precision, guided him like an angel of blades. He saw the tumors dissolve under his touch, saw her cells reborn.
Minutes later, the cancer was gone. Completely.
The senator's wife gasped awake, clutching his hand, tears streaming. "You… saved me."
[XP +1500]
[Balance: +$1000]
[Level Up! You are now Level 3 Healer.]
[Skill Unlocked: Nerve Reconstruction.]
Michael's veins pulsed brighter. He felt sharper. Deadlier. The hospital buzzed louder than ever.
Enemies and Envy
Not everyone was celebrating.
Lang cornered him later, eyes bloodshot with rage.
"I don't know what the fuck you're doing, Carter, but I'll find out. People don't just heal cancer overnight. You're hiding something—and when I expose you, you're finished."
Michael leaned close, voice calm, dangerous.
"Expose me, Lang, and you'll be the first one I bury."
Lang froze. For the first time, he saw it—the predator behind Michael's calm smile.
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The Scalpel's Secret
Later that night, Michael stood outside the hospital, city lights blazing. His phone buzzed—another $3000 in his account. His XP bar pulsed.
Level 3. Prestige 0. Still just beginning.
The nurses wanted him. The patients worshiped him. The residents feared him. The hospital whispered his name like a legend.
But no one knew the truth. No one could.
He was immortal now. Each level made him stronger, sexier, more irresistible. Every save made him a god.
And this was only the start.
Michael exhaled smoke into the cold night air, his grin sharp.
"Limitless worlds. Limitless lives to save. And I'm just getting started."