Book English Patient Novels & Stories

But what is it doing next to her and why the hell is she lying down on the hospital bed. Two nurses and a doctor walked in hurriedly to see what is wrong, only to look at the patient with pure shock and tinge of happiness. The patient look at them weirdly and that get the doctor to start speaking. She would've spoken but her throat is very dry. She feels anhydrous. "Hello! I'm doctor Shu'aib. How are you feeling?" His smile looks creepy to her because it looks like he has been doing the same thing the whole day. Trying to look happy whilst seeing dead bodies everywhere is not possible.

Patient. Waiting.

Give it a few minutes, I’m up again. But when I didn’t see any champagne glasses or hear any music, I knew something was wrong. Wriggling my brows, I stood up. Holy crap. Am I in a bed? Is this... a hospital bed?! Rubbing my eyes, I heard muffled sounds that sounded so anxious. “OMG, Patient 34 just woke up!” Scraping sounds. Moving shoes. With some pacing. Suddenly, I see this woman in front of me. “Miss Emma, Miss Emma can you hear me? Miss Emma!”

They got to the desk and the middle-aged receptionist regarded them with unbridled disdain, her mouth pursed, watery eyes glinting behind frameless glasses perched on a reedy nose. “Can I help you, young people?” “Our friend is here,” Beatrice gasped. “Friend?” “Patience,” Elmo said. “Your friend is a patient here?” Beatrice sighed heavily. “No, her name is Patience. Patience Userkaf.” The woman’s brow furrowed. “And she’s a patient here?” “Oh my God!” Beatrice gasped. “If you had any less of a brain you’d be standing in a field waiting for Dorothy and Toto to show up.”

“Grandpa, did you see it? The rules you protected your entire life... I protected them for you.” I stood there for a moment, looking at his familiar face, then smiled. For the first time in five years, I felt at peace. A moment later, my apprentice hurried inside and respectfully handed me a medical file. “Dr. Cross, the first slot of the year belongs to a patient with severe myasthenia gravis. “His family has been waiting outside for three days.” I set down my teacup and glanced through the file. “Send him in.” I reached into my sleeve and withdrew the polished set of Ghost Gate Needles.

Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.

“Excuse me, I’m Mr. Bartz. My wife was here yesterday, but I’m looking for a friend whose girlfriend is hospitalized here. I don’t have his phone number or know her room number. Could you help me locate him?” “I'm sorry, Mr. Bartz, but I can’t provide patient information,” the nurse replied politely. “I think I didn’t explain myself well. I’m not asking for patient details. I just need to find my friend. His name is Peter Palmer, and the patient is Celeste Johnson. She’s a teacher at my son’s school and was admitted with leg fractures after an accident at Clearmount International School.” The nurse, Beatrice, recognized him immediately as the attentive husband of the pregnant woman who had b

These 2 last chapters are part of the book 2: Impossible love in London, the story of Hazel White and Andrew Grimaldi, a prince of Monaco. Hope you enjoy these first words. Chapter 1 Noble intentions Hailey Sats at 78 percent. Blood pressure at 10 x 7. The patient is hypotensive and his saturation is not very good. He's an elderly man who arrived at the emergency room with a head injury. Apparently, according to his relatives, he slipped in the bathroom and, without any support bar, fell with all his might. I report to my superior, Andrew. I take a deep breath. I'm tired of this shift. It's been 24 hours.

The patient ought to ask for another doctor. "The patient's last name is Chamberlain—" Before the nurse finished speaking, Louie shot to his feet instinctively.

Her voice was barely audible to him. "Where is she now?" he inquired. "She is in the town hospital." She said, raising her voice a little. Ethan got up and sauntered to the sitting room's glass wall to call someone while glancing at the girl. "Hello, doctor. Hold on, please." After pausing his call, he asked Arabella the name of the patient. "What is the patient's name?" "Angela Simon," she uttered. "I heard you have a patient called Angela Simon." He paused to listen to the doctor's words.