Dating Dr Dil Novels & Stories

We’re waiting for the doctor to come upstairs to ‘check’ on Drake. She visits once a day to pretend to put in a drip. Just to keep up appearances. She’s not our usual doctor—and neither Drake nor I like her. At all. She walks around like her degree makes her royalty and treats everyone else like idiots. “Oh please,” Layla snorts. “Baylee’s still a baby and has already taken online college classes. It can’t be that hard.” Layla despises her. She can’t stand anyone disrespecting our mate, and that’s exactly what it feels like the doctor does every time she opens her mouth.

One has a clinic website that hasn't been updated since before I was married, which tells me something, though I couldn't say precisely what. The fourth is Dr. Amara Osei. Her practice is listed under a quiet street in the city's northern quarter. The clinic's registration is current. Her credentials include a subspecialty notation in supernatural maternal care that the other three do not. There are no photographs on the website, no curated testimonials. Just the qualifications and the address and a phone number. I call at half past nine. The appointment is at two. ---

“What do you mean, the woman in the bright blue dress?” Tiara recalled Helena's attire from earlier. "I suppose you're right. Yes, she's the one." “She’s got an appointment with Dr. Adi.” Tiara's brow furrowed. “Dr. Adi?” He's one of the most well-known gynecologists in the hospital. Unfortunately, he rarely accepts other patients unless he has a prior appointment. "What do you mean... Is it Dr. Adi Paolo? The well-known gynecologist?" The staff member gave a big, warm smile. "You're right. He’s the same doctor the visitor met earlier. How can I help you?"

Serah I stared at the waiting-room clock and sighed. Forty-five minutes late. My stomach was already knotted; the delay only twisted it tighter. “Sarah White?” The receptionist’s voice was gentle. “That’s me.” “Dr. Dante will see you now.” She led me down the hall and opened the door. I stepped in. The door clicked shut behind me. I’d expected someone older, safer. Instead, Dr. Dante stood—tall, dark-haired, sleeves rolled up, forearms corded. His eyes, deep brown and piercing, met mine and didn’t waver.

Ruangan praktik dokter yang kali ini mereka datangi berkesan mewah dengan design interior yang mewah. Sama seperti dokter lainnya, ada banyak poster mengenai kesehatan kandungan dan organ intim wanita. Hanya saja, wallpaper-nya gelap, karena didominasi warna hitam. "Malam, Dokter Arjuna." Mereka menyapa. "Panggil Juna saja." Arjuna tersenyum manis, menampilkan sebuah lekukan di sudut pipinya.

~~~~~~ Chapter 1: The Initial Consultation Dr. Damien Cross leaned back in his leather chair, his white coat stretched across his broad chest, scrolling through the next patient file with barely concealed boredom. Thirty-two, sharp jawline, icy blue eyes that could freeze a nurse mid-sentence, and hands that had been praised in more than one whispered conversation. He was the best urologist in the city, but routine cases made him restless. He craved control. He craved something that would actually challenge him. The knock came right on time.

I didn't even have lunch. She stood beside me and washed her hands while I patted the face powder on my face. "Don't worry. I am a doctor." She pulled out her wallet and passed me the visiting card. "Tell me your symptoms, I assure you I can help you." I read the information on the card which she gave me. Dr. Crystal Wills. Ob/Gyn. My eyes widened. "I came here to attend a seminar here." She explained. Yes, there are many venues here and she must be the guest from another one. Maybe I can trust her. She looked professional in the suit which she was wearing.

The doctor said she could move around more, so Gloria took her downstairs for a walk. At that moment, the dean knocked and walked in, followed by several doctors who had arrived in New York earlier that day. Mr. Drake. The dean greeted respectfully. After Mrs. Drake woke up, our team examined her again. Her condition has stabilized. She can be discharged tonight. At home she only needs to rest properly. And here is her full medical report. Nicholas took it. As he looked it over, one of the doctors explained, Years ago, Mrs. Drake ingested a small amount of dimethyl. It over-stimulated her system and caused chronic gastritis.

Oh a gunshot… Early in the morning, what else should I expect.. it's actually normal. “Darly Madison, OR 3!" he repeated as he ran into the elevator. “Okay okay I'm coming" I replied and sprint into the elevator with him putting my scrub cap on. Zach Westley " Darly Madison, 27 years old. Her parents are deceased, she graduated from a private university in Germany and now, she's currently working at Spring Hills hospital as a professional doctor and surgeon” Adrian said as he raised up the laptop he had in his hands and detailed Madison's information.

Our parents are not coming back today. I spent fifteen minutes scrolling through my phone, my fingers trembling as I read reviews. So many bad ones. Weird doctors… unprofessional clinics, some marriages and relationships had been ruined because of those unprofessional doctors. Then I finally found one. Dr. Damien Cross. Five star rates. So many reviews that were impossible to read for an hour. Patients praised his thoroughness, his gentle manner, and his loyalty. “Perfect,” I said to myself. “I should book an appointment with him. I am sure he will give me a proper checkup.”