7 Patients Novels & Stories

They tidied up everything very regularly and didn't mess up each other's work. Of the thousand warriors who fought, only four hundred were left alive. Of the four hundred people, more than 100 people were in a state of life and death. Only the Medical Team numbered less than forty people, even though they were assisted by around 100 village guards who could be deployed. Of course, there was still not enough manpower to treat the patients who were all seriously injured. 50% of patients are in an emergency condition and must be treated immediately. The medical team is in a state of melee. They were in a dilemma as to which patient to treat first.

The boy only consumed sugar and saturated fats. The two guys left, leaving behind Yrah with Jaz. As the door clicked shut, Yrah leaned back against her chair and stretched her aching neck. She didn’t have much sleep from the night before. “Interpol thinks there are about fifteen people implanted with the chip. There’s more than a thousand inmates here, three-hundred and fifty-five underground.”

I exhale with relief when I hear that there were no casualties amongst those who made it to us – everyone who needed to get to a hospital did. “We have a limited number of patients left, all from the military,” dad says, his voice low and steady. “All patients from the Children of Solace have been sent on to face their next steps, whatever those are. If you consent to it, I’ll keep the ones who are still here in place while they recuperate and wait for their next orders. Two or three days of rest should see them all on their feet.” “That’s all good,” Ethan says, looking down at some paperwork on his desk. “We’ll double-check the figures, but preliminarily, that sounds fine.”

Although, confused by the sudden unrelated question, Georgia still answered him honestly. “Heart rupture was my third. The first two were brain tumor and kidney transplant–they are all alive and recovering.” Georgia answered with her chin up. She had to let them know that she’s confident and is saying the truth. Ever since 1 in the morning, Georgia had already been working. She technically has seven patients that needed her operation today! Yet these people had the balls to intervene.

" The surgical team are way far ahead of us " " How many patients have they attended so far? " Julian was curious that she asked. She waited for a response but none came through. This makes her suspicious. She raised an eyebrow and then asked again. " Give a response. Come on. I can take it " " One thousand and two hundred so far. In less than a week " Hannah mutters in disbelief. " This is very unbelievable " " Yes. And it is suspicious, " Julian mutters under her breath as she placed down her cup of tea. When she looks up, she sees her team members curious.

"If you really must go under the knife, how about reshaping your brain to boost your IQ? Then, you might realize that there's always someone better out there and a whole world beyond what you know. Get lost and don't obstruct me from treating this patient!" Frederick spoke in a thunderous voice, and every word seemed to come down with the force of a blow. David retreated backward, and his face turned bright red. He could not say a word. Vivianne nodded vigorously. "He's absolutely right!" The two of them passed by David and entered the ward. There were four patients inside, all of whom looked very pale and were lying in bed in a coma. They were hooked up to all kinds of machines that were ke

“It is fine, we didn’t discuss my visit today. If you may, I would like to go see the patients now.” “Please,” he said and led the way, and I followed him closely. There were about sixty-five to eighty patients in the infirmary, not quite the number I was expecting but, it was still too much of a number. Seven people falling ill at the same time in a pack was too much and seventy, was a crowd.

“But it does make people nervous.” I pulled into traffic, my jaw tightening. “And how many casualties?” “Four were confirmed dead, twelve critical patients and more are still being admitted.” I said nothing. “And her?” Darius asked carefully. I knew who he meant. “She was breathing when they took her,” I said. “Barely.” Silence stretched between us for a second. “Do you want me at the hospital?” he asked. “Yes,” I said immediately. “Meet me there.” “On my way.”

Guards were doubled at every entry point, and no one was allowed to come into close contact with another. Fear had already taken root. The moment the pack members saw me, hope flared in their expressions, and it settled heavily in my chest. I couldn’t afford to fail them. Their Alpha approached quickly, his posture rigid despite the strain showing beneath it. “Your Highness.” “Update,” I demanded. “Twenty confirmed. Seven more showing early signs. Three are dead.” I gave a single nod. “Take me to them.” He led us straight to the infirmary. Inside, one doctor and three nurses moved frantically between beds, doing what little they could.

He was concerned about his patients, so he hurried down to the lab, and that is when he heard the racing heartbeat monitor. He believed that only one of the seven women had awakened, little did he expect to see when he arrived at the lab that six patients were sitting upon their beds and was looking at the center bed. “Ladies, I am sorry to be late, was in the middle of a meeting,” he said in English to them. “It is fine, check our queen,” the patient on the bed upon entry said.