The following miracle occurred to Constantine Livadan, an official of the Election Council, when he was young. He himself relates:
January 1931 I was hospitalized in the Polyclinic of Athens with a liver abscess. For four weeks I was tortured by a fever. Day and night I had a 38-40 degree (celsius) fever and terrible pains. It was decided that I should have surgery.
It was the day before the feast of St. Haralambos: February 9th 1931. That night, as I was in a terrible condition with a great fever and lethargy, I saw a magnificent priest come to me with a long beard. He approached me, and not the sick person across from me, who was at death’s door with peritonitis. He touched my head and said:
"Don’t be afraid. Tomorrow you will be completely well. You are a good boy."
I asked my nearby nurse, Nun Evanthia: "Who was that Priest who came?"
"There was no Priest," she responded.
I related to her what occurred. She crossed herself and told me: "Tomorrow is the feast of St. Haralambos; you will be well."
I then fell into a deep sleep. The fever began to decline from that instant. In the morning I was afebrile, totally well and without pains in the liver. In the morning the surgeon-professor N. Alivizatos and his brother Andreas (a pathologist) tested me, to get ready for the surgery. They studied and searched to find the liver abscess, but they couldn’t find it, neither did they find sclerosis or other disease of the liver (eight finger). The liver was normal!
The Nun related to the Professor what happened at night. She also showed me the Icon of St. Haralambos, whom I recognized. It was he that I saw. The professors related in astonishment:
"We raise our hands, and put down our knives. Today a miracle of St. Haralambos occurred at the Polyclinic!"
Later I learned that St. Haralambos is especially a physician of infectious diseases, which is what I had.