7 Patients Novels & Stories

"Seven." She nodded with a smile. "There we go." She replied as she read through his charts. “That’s a better answer.” "You doctors’ always know." Carlos said with a chuckle. "No, we don’t." She countered lightly as she adjusted his IV. "Most patients will just say five. They think they can rush their discharge with that number." The man laughed as well as his wife who is beside him and still looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept all night. "He's doing well, Mrs. Lind." Althea assured with a smile.

After saying that, he walked toward the small path leading to the back, and we quickly followed. Our group consisted of about eight people, making quite a spectacle. The assistant doctor hurriedly approached him. "Mr. Tommy, there's only one patient left at the back, and her situation is very serious. The family has instructed us not to let outsiders get into contact with her. Please don't make things difficult for me."

She recalled how the number of patients was almost NIL in the beginning. “We are facing a problem in that. They want to work with you, but the place where this hospital is, they don’t want to join.” Olivia responded, who had recently shifted to the black council. “But don’t worry, this won’t be a big issue after a couple of months.” Liara nodded her head and picked the file on the top. “Ethlyn Smith.” She read the name of the patient and started reading her file. The patient was in a coma for more than four years; in fact, she would complete five years soon. Liara read her case and all the treatment through which she had been gone through.

They added two large quotation marks on the word 'murderer'. ‘Thus far, the Stardust Clinic has opened for one month. More than 2,000 patients have been admitted. On average, more than 60 patients are treated over there. Meanwhile, all treated patients have recovered and there were no casualties.’ ‘This number does not include the patients admitted to the First Hospital.’ ‘In other words, Doctor Sky has to attend to more than 60 patients every day. Moreover, on average, he has to go to the First Hospital every two days since there were patients over there as well.’

All suffered debilitating afflictions that had baffled international specialists. But Arla greeted each patient the same way, with quiet humility and confidence born from fire. Each set of two was treated over the span of a week. She never lost focus. By the time her hands finished working on the eighth official, Arla had healed nineteen souls in total. She did not need rest. She felt alive.

Hart nodded in acknowledgment. Amelia opened the medicine box. "Please report the patient’s underlying conditions and any previous medications." "The patient is 78 years old with a history of coronary artery disease, high blood pressure, and a urinary tract infection," Dr. Hart hesitated. "The problem is that the patient is allergic to many antibiotics, so we’ve been cautious in using medication." Hearing this, Amelia remained calm. She gently rolled up the patient’s long sleeve. "Just as I thought." Dr. Hart’s pupils contracted. "What is this..."

Liam then looked at Jameson and said, “Mr. Smith, in our minor group, two patients share one room, and each minor patient can have one family member accompanying them. You or your wife can stay to take care of him. However, only one person can accompany him at a time. If a change is needed, a specific pass must be obtained and registered at the door.” Jameson immediately said without hesitation, “I'll be the one accompanying him!”

A second later, Wela called. "Frankie, that's a list of patients with the last name Martin who came in today." Frank put on loudspeaker mode so he could chat while observing the list containing the patient's name, room number, medical purpose, and guardian's name. There were about a dozen people there. Some of them were children. Louis Martin was one of them. "Only this?"

Location: Leventies Teaching Hospital Dr. Ellen had resumed her hospital duties, and Dr. Akeem was assigning her new patients. They walked from one ward to another, finally reaching the last one. As they stood outside the ward, Dr. Akeem briefed Dr. Ellen about the patient. "Patient 37 is a male, and from his looks, he appears to be in the bracket of 15-17 years," Dr. Akeem said, his voice filled with concern.

Raina answered, blearily. Mom glanced at me while lifting Raina’s yellow ringer tee to get access to her chest. “Let’s undress you and clean you up.” “How many did we lose?” Raina’s interest in the welfare of the brave warriors who fought today superseded her own frailty. “Five hundred and twenty-seven.” Keisha returned to the foot of the bed and passed the white patient’s gown and pack of wipes to Hailey. Raina frowned. Hailey pulled out the wipes and started cleaning her daughter.