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.

One word found its way out from the Alpha’s mouth. Leofric looked at Trevon. Sensing his gaze, Trevon came forward with a paper in his hand. “Out of 70 people; 40 unblessed and blessed, 5 instructors, 1 commander, and the rest as guards, servants, and coachmen, only 12 people are left. One is severely injured and currently recuperating in the medicine hall.” He paused to let everyone breathe. Everyone could sense the tense atmosphere as he continued his report. They couldn’t believe their ears, but it had already happened.

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.’

“You’re… done?” Arla smiled softly. “Yes, General. Thirteen cases, including the four complex veteran files you entrusted to me. And the eight foreign officials. Before that, I had healed seven. So, this one puts my mark on twenty, now." “But...how? You have not rested. You are even in the middle of studying for your finals.”

The clinic didn’t exist on any map. A tin-roofed building buried in the cliffs of Patagonia. No address. No phone. No internet. Just two people, a generator, and a ledger filled with names the world forgot. Jack changed the bandages on a child’s scarred arm. Quiet hands. Soft voice. Vesper watched from the corner, scribbling notes—not for a study, but for memory. “Improved sleep pattern. Nightmares decreasing,” she murmured.

“I’m fine, really. Where would you like me today, ma’am? Did that shipment come in this morning?” Rosie glared into my soul for the longest time before she sighed. “It’s already taken care of, but you can help out in L-Term. Seven new patients were admitted today, so they have their hands full over there.” “Copy that, ma’am” I said, smiling as I headed for the changing room near said ward. Feeling Rosie’s eyes on me as I walked, I put everything I had left into hiding my limp until I rounded the first corner. Running here had pushed me over my limit, and I took a deep breath to keep from groaning as I pushed through the door. Grabbing a pair of scrubs, I went into a stall and changed quickly

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!”