Dead Doctors Don't Lie Book Review Novels & Stories

Adrian trembled, his voice barely a whisper as he said, "When? Why didn't anyone tell me?" The assistant looked down and said, "Two nights ago, you stopped the treatment for Mrs. Jones's mom, and she died that same night. "I thought you knew. Mrs. Jones took care of everything, even the cremation." Adrian's legs gave out, and he slumped to the floor. What had he done? He was responsible for the death of Liliana's mother, and he had not stopped Macie from destroying the urn. It made sense why Liliana was so out of control, screaming for Macie's blood.

It was clear that they were determined to die as one. The shock left Ross and Sylvia gravely ill overnight. Though they had a grandson, the fever had badly affected Sean's brain. He couldn't even speak clearly, much less inherit anything as the Gray family's heir. The world saw it as justice served for a heartless man. When I heard the news of his death, I felt nothing. That chapter was truly close to me. I no longer needed to hide. I returned home, inherited the Medina family's businesses, and lived quietly with my father.

she started to explain. "You remember doctors told everyone that I've died, they were right. But when you gave me CPR, you tried to tell everyone that I moved but no one believed you, you were right I started to breathe again that moment but my grandfather tell doctors to lie to you all about my fake death."

His domineering gaze was enough to tell me I wasn't hallucinating, but the doctor's words couldn't have been a lie. "I'm not a ghost, you know." His words jerked me from my thoughts. I gulped and ran my gaze over his body, disrespectful though it might have been. "Do you want to feel?" He stretched out an arm. I gulped again, shaking my head. "You're fine and alive?" "I never died." "I know, but you're not supposed to be alive.- I- I mean, the doctor said you wouldn't survive and—” "He was wrong. Or should I say, he lied." He shrugged.

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he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."

The letters were filled with page after page of young promises and hopeful dreams, but it was such a shame that he didn't end up marrying her. Reading their dead love made me envious but also relieved. It was all in the past now, and what mattered was that he had moved on. At least, all I needed was for him to let her go.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

“This report is fake, and I can prove it. The doctor listed here as the one who allegedly conducted the test is a famous, well-respected professional. But there’s just one problem—he’s dead.” Stanley’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even I gasped slightly. That detail, even I didn’t know. Dr. Kyle really was standing up for me, and it touched me more than I expected. He really is a rare gem, I thought silently. “The doctor died of a stroke two years ago,” Dr. Kyle added. “You can search it online.” “That’s not possible!” Charles shouted, clearly panicking now. Stanley, without another word, took out his phone. He retrieved the fake report from Dr. Kyle and began typing into the search engine. Th