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Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? A much, much younger body? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a 6 year old girl that for a moment... wanted her mother. When the apocalypse comes, it is everyone for themselves. I have three choices: do I fight for what I want? Will I run away and hide, or will I freeze when the demons of my past come back to haunt me? You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze is the second novel in the Rebirth in the Apocalypse series, this time featuring the Healer: Wang Tian Mu and her men. You won't have to read the first one to be able to understand this one, and she is not going to stay a child for the whole thing. Li Dai Lu and her guys will be popping in occasionally, but this is strictly Wang Tian Mu's story! I hope you enjoy! Other Novels: Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Dancing With Monsters (Ongoing) As Silent As A Mouse (Ongoing) Find me on Discord: devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)

Devilbesideyou666 · Sci-fi
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372 Chs

Not Kind Enough

The second she touched him, it was like he finally found the peace he had always been looking for. Hu Wen Cheng bit his tongue, refusing to let out a moan of pure pleasure as the debilitating pain seemed to just vanish.

 

He knew he didn't have much longer to live. Whether the cancer killed him first or one of his enemies managed to, he would be dead sooner rather than later.

 

It was a pure coincidence that he had overheard a VIP mention the fact that the fighters at Camp Hell were always healed by the next day that he realized that they must have their own healer.

 

He had tried to get in to see a couple of healers that he knew about, but even his deep pockets didn't have enough money to manage it. It was almost $1,500.00 just to be in the same room as a healer to tell them what was wrong.

 

To be healed… the price was in the millions.