Book English Patient Novels & Stories

The nurse left and the doctor walked in again, this time he sensed that the patient was now back to normal and can breath well, he checked the patient very well before he finally took off the oxygen mask on the patient, he was about to leave when he felt something, he thought he saw the patient’s finger moved so he stood back to confirm if he saw right, the patients finger moved again, and his eyes lit up in excitement, he rush closer to the patience and stood And slowly, he watched as the patient slowly opened her eyes, “Why is it so dark…..” The patient muttered in a cracked voice, “Don’t worry take it slow, your vision will clear in few minutes” The doctor muttered and waited patiently…….

Although malaria can be a deadly disease, illness and death from malaria can usually be prevented (CDC, 2020)] “What room would it be?” I asked her. “Room 014.” Susan hums. “Thanks.” I nodded my head before turning on my heels, not until I whipped and twisted around way back to Susan’s direction, when I realize that I forgot to ask the name of my patient. “Who could it be? Can I get a name?” “Well—” Susan looked up from the binder. “It’s Laura.” “What is it?” I asked, wincing, when the creaking sound of the wheels suddenly screeched loudly.

she was a tall lean woman nearly in her fifties. “Good evening, Your Excellency,” she greeted. “Good evening.” “I’m glad you came. Sorry for bothering you, but your patient has been admitted here.” My heart jumped. My patient! Who was that? I swallowed a ball of saliva as a way of bracing myself for the uncertainty that might come forth. “Who are you talking about, please?” I asked. “Thought you had a patient at Moderncare? He goes by the name Anthony Mkenzi.” I took a deep sigh of relief and afforded a weak smile. “Show me in to him please,” I requested.

GRACE I opened my eyes to a bright light before me. My vision was blurry but u could tell that I was in the palace's clinic. Why am I here? I turned to my left and saw a nurse sitting beside me while reading a book titled ‘the boy that cried all day.’ I grunted in pain as I tried to sit up. The nurse immediately rushed at me. “You shouldn’t try to sit up, dear. You’re still burning up from fever. All you need to do is rest and I’m sure that you’ll recover in no time.”

"And? Did you ask what the doctor said?" "You said you were fine." "I tried to tell you. Multiple times. But you kept cutting me off." He frowned. "Tell me what?" The door burst open. A nurse rushed in. Her face was flushed. She looked between us. "Who is the patient's husband?" "I am," Ethan said. "The patient's condition is very bad. Malnutrition, anemia." She flipped through papers on a clipboard. "Any more stimulation could cause..." "Stop." My voice cut through the room. Sharp. Final.

Chapter 123 I wiped my hands on a paper towel as I stepped out of the patient’s room with the rest of the team. We had just finished attending to an elderly man who had been struggling to breathe. The shift had been long, but I was grateful for the distraction. Work had become the only place where I could pretend, even for a few hours, that my life wasn’t falling apart.

My sight is blurry but there’s a siren blaring in my ears, assuring me that I’m still alive, yet too weak to move. I hear the voices of strange people with no faces, until I black out. The throbbing pain in my head heightens as I open my eyes to the four walls of a clinic. I sight a nurse fixing another infusion. “How long have I been here?” I ask, forcing myself to a sitting position. She doesn’t respond, then I remembered most of them don’t speak english around here. I swing both my feet to the sides of the bed, not until then did she notice me. Immediately she rushed out of the room. As I attempt to take out the needle inside of me, a voice stops me,

He just confusedly tilted his head with a mumble and marked on the Male option. “Please wait until the doctor calls you after checking the patient!” Patrick nodded, looking around. “ Excuse me!” “ Yes.” The nurse looked at him. “ What currency is available here?” The nurse glanced at him weirdly .Although the accent sounded different. But it didn’t sound like it's from another country. “ Dollar, Sir!” “ Same as mine! Can I withdraw some cash -?” “ Use that machine, Sir!” She calmly pointed to the ATM booth. Judging by his appearance, he didn't look like a poor person but he was surely having some mental issues.

me: " I am not in mood to talk with you... " michael: " but I need to talk.. my daughter in innocent.. leave her.. you can..." me: " even my Jenna was innocent... why you did that to her...?? " Michael: " it's.. it's... " he started breathing heavily... soon ward room door got open, one doctor came.. doctor: " what's happening here?? who are you..?? he is patient.. dont you know how to behave..?? " me: " WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?? "

Seara body clock has been set to wake up by 6:00am. she didn't even do her morning routine properly. she walked to the lobby hastily she saw the name of the nurse on her badge "Good morning Elizabeth" "morning Ma'am, how may I help you?" the nurse asked absent-minded while scribbling on a notepad "my name is Seara martins i'm a relative of Theresa smith, the patient who had a heart transplant surgery yesterday"