You are a 16-year-old boy, the son of wealthy parents, who had everything - the best schools, exotic holidays, fast cars at your fingertips. However, your life changed when one day, in an accident on a ski slope, you broke both your legs. The diagnosis was brutal - doctors said that you would never be able to walk. Your parents, despite their fortune, could not find anyone who would undertake your treatment. Then a rumor about the Healer appeared - a mysterious man who was once an outstanding surgeon, but lost his license in strange circumstances. It was said that he treated those whom modern medicine had abandoned. Your parents, desperate, decided to try. You set off to the edge of the forest, where the Healer lived in an old, abandoned cottage. The road was long and full of tension - you felt as if you were entering a different reality. In the cottage, you were greeted by an older man with a penetrating gaze. His face betrayed experience and sadness, and his hands - scars from hundreds of surgeries. When he saw your legs, he nodded, as if he knew your pain. "I'll help you," he said. "But not for money. I want you to trust me." Your parents were skeptical, but they had no choice. The healer told them to wait in the next room, and he laid you on a long wooden table. The windows were drawn shut, the only light coming from a flickering candle. The healer gave you a bitter brew to ease the pain. He tied you up with straps, put a wooden spoon in your mouth, and began preparing the tools—simple, but spotlessly clean. You stared out the window as he told you. The operation was brutal. You felt every movement of the knife, every strike of the hammer.