The doctor was truly shocked. This boy, who looked like he had nothing, spoke with such certainty. After a moment, seeing the determination in his eyes, she wrote down the hospital’s bank account details on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
“The full payment must be made by tomorrow morning, Obie, or we cannot proceed with the surgery.”
“It will be there,” Obie promised, clutching the paper tightly. “Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
The next morning, just as the sun was rising, Obie returned to the hospital. He walked straight into the doctor’s office with a small smile on his face and handed her a bank receipt.
The doctor took it, her eyebrows raised in doubt. But as she read the numbers, she stared in disbelief.
“This… this is the full amount. This is impossible.”
She looked at Obie, speechless.
“How did you get it?”
Obie simply smiled. “I made a promise, Doctor.”
“It’s a miracle,” she whispered.
Just as Obie had promised, the surgery was scheduled immediately. Hours later, the doctor came out of the operating room with a tired but happy smile.
“The surgery was a complete success. Obie, your father will be fine.”
Obie felt a wave of relief rush over him. Tears of joy shone in his eyes.
“Thank you, Doctor. You saved his life.”
Days passed, and Obie remained by his father’s side. Once his father was well enough to leave the hospital, Obie had another surprise.
He did not take his father back to the old, unhappy house. Instead, he had rented a beautiful home in a quiet and peaceful part of the village. It had a large garden, bright rooms, and a warm, welcoming feeling.
“Father,” Obie said gently, helping his still-weak father inside, “this is your new home. You will recover here, far away from all the bad memories.”
His father, still weak but slowly regaining his senses, looked around the lovely house with confusion and gratitude.
“Obie, what is this place?”
