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Angel walked closer to Sergio and cut open all his veins with a knife, soaking Sergio with his blood. Just by drinking a sixteen-fluid-ounce bottle of purified water, he recovered all his blood and the water caused his wounds to close up.
Covered in blood, Sergio recovered from his injuries and got up. An ambulance was standing by, and the paramedics had them tied down and taken to the hospital.
In the hospital, Sergio received the best care available to a living thing, superhuman, human or subhuman. That‘s when he decided to become a doctor, to heal those that were in need. He wanted to become a physician, and he did it in a matter of months. He got his degree and started practicing general medicine right away.
The first patient came into his office. She was twenty-three years old, and she was instantly in love with him. She loved the shoulder-length, silky, ebony hair, the perfectly-shaped squared face, the stunning green eyes, the beautiful smile, and the athletic body. Sergio smiled at her. “How may I help you today?”
“My physician doesn‘t want to help me anymore because thanks to my former best friend I lost my health insurance, and he knows that I am poor and I can‘t pay for his services. I just became disabled and I can‘t work, possibly never again, but my so-called friend hired a look-alike of mine that came from God knows where and they made everyone think that I can walk and do everything without anyone‘s assistance. Look at me. I can hardly use my hands now. I can‘t type and that‘s why I can‘t work.” She covered her face with both hands and started to cry.
Sergio grabbed the leg rest of her wheelchair, pulled her closer to him, held her hands, sending electricity through her veins that went directly to her brain, making her hands function like the hands of a healthy person. Then, he asked, “Do you feel better now?”
She smiled, looking down at her hands and answered, “Yes, I do.”
“I could heal you completely, but I‘m not going to do that because you need your medical insurance and I am going to help you get it back. Since I really prescribed you nothing and gave you no advice, I am not going to charge you a penny for this visit. I want you to do one thing for me, though,” Sergio said as he got up from his chair and moved it away from his desk.
“What‘s that?” she said.
He pulled her wheelchair closer to his computer desk and opened the word processor for her with just a few mouse clicks. “Type a paragraph for me, telling me how you feel, what‘s on your mind.”
I FEEL GREAT BECAUSE A DOCTOR HELPED MY HANDS FUNCTION CORRECTLY AGAIN, AND I CAN TYPE NOW. I CAN WORK AT HOME.
She typed all this incredibly fast. Her hands were better than they were before she started suffering from cerebral palsy.
“It doesn‘t have to be a paragraph. What you just typed is fine. I don‘t want you to get
tired.”
“Did you time me?” she said as she got out of the computer desk.
“I don‘t have a timer with me, but I know those words took you less than five seconds to complete.”
Smiling, she asked, “Are you serious? Was it really five seconds?”