Hrm.
So, by your example, injuries are definitely healable. What about genetic conditions that are literally part of a person’s normal life? Someone born with a genetic disorder, for example, may be injured, but that’s what they’re like… does the ‘power’ refuse to work on them because they were ‘supposed’ to be that way?
Is it involuntary? Suppose I trip and land on a sick homeless man lying sprawled in J. Random doorway. Is he going to spring back to youthful vigor with no further effort on my part?
If the answer to both is ‘no’, then there’s some serious potential here.
I’d heal my family and friends first, secretly. They don’t have injuries, per se, but several (most?) of them have one or another genetic condition that I would love to see corrected. Hell, myself included (diabetes).
Next, I’d try to find a reputable, honest, and discreet doctor (or several). This may take a while. Once I’ve located him/her/them, I’d demonstrate my power in secret, before they know my identity, and offer them a deal in which I would heal patients who really needed it (meaning, there’s no possible cure available, or there’s not enough time left), let them take the credit, and they pay me for the service. I’d need to be on their salary somehow, but I could have a ‘front’ job as a computer technician or whatever. They let the secret slip, they lose out – I’ll simply stop performing.
I don’t want to be rich or famous. I just want my debts paid off and enough money to live on comfortably. I don’t particularly CARE about my ‘fellow man’, so I doubt I’d feel any inclination to help EVERYONE.
It couldn’t last forever, of course; someone’s bound to talk. But a couple years collecting a sizeable salary would be enough, and there’s no way to prove it was me. Hell, after a couple years, I could go back to school and get an M.D. myself and run the whole show. That might be the way to go, heh.
Someone’s bound to point it out, so I’ll clarify: yes, I feel morally and ethically justified in deciding who lives and dies, based solely on my own judgement, and possibly on the judgement of those I trust (which comes back to the same thing, sort of). That may make me a callous bastard (or whatever), but I’m okay with that, thanks.