Deku Doctor Novels & Stories

Drake must have business in Seamar City, and that meant Debra needed to find a way to get word to Marion. The next morning, Debra awoke to the sound of knocking. The doctor had come to administer her medication again. Drake's order was clear. Debra should be cured within three days. So, every day, she was subjected to endless treatments: IV drips, injections, and pills. After examining her, the doctor nodded. "Starting today, you can eat solid food again. No more plain oatmeal. You need better nutrition." "Avoid eating fish, right?" "Yes."

the nurse said and Lucas and I followed behind her. The doctor was reviewing a file when we entered his office. He looked up at us, gesturing us to sit in front of him. "Please sit." he offered but Lucas remained standing. "Tell me what is wrong with her?” Lucas said. The doctor nodded his head at him. "First, calm down. I will tekm you everything, my name is doctor Declan.” "I'm calm, doctor Declan.” Lucas said, and doctor Declan glanced at me. We both knew Lucas wasn't calm but there was no use dragging things backwards anymore.

And he got the distinct impression that Rachel wasn’t entirely resisting him. His instincts weren’t so casual about the rest of their situation. Propped on the trunk of the totaled car, Duke debated with the medic. “It’s not broken. You’ve already said. So you could pop it back into place, right?” “Sir, I’m not a doctor. And I’ve never dealt with anything more than a break.” “But you know enough anatomy that you can put it back into place,” he insisted. The medic glanced around, flustered, and Dex assumed there must be a decent rank difference between Duke and the poor man. “I’ve seen closed reduction done,” he admitted reluctantly. “But I have no training for it.”

"He shouldn't have traveled. His wound is barely closed." "Oh, come on, Clara," Luca teased, his grin widening as he crossed his arms, leaning down slightly to match my eye level. "Is that the doctor talking, or are you actually missing our terrifying Capo already? Because I've got to tell you, I’ve never seen anyone worry about Dante Moretti’s health without getting a bullet for their interest. You’re a special case, aren't you?" "I am his physician, Luca. If he bleeds out on his flight, it reflects poorly on my capabilities," I shot back , my skin flushing with a sudden, defensive heat.

But unlike my expectations, the reason did not put an end to his curiosity. "You...you wanted to make a medicine out of it?" A man around his forties having more strands of grey than black finally steps out of the shadows. Are you cosplaying? I wanted to ask while taking in his attire of ancient armour over red robes, a deadly sword hanging on his belt of leather. "Sort of." Chaos soon broke with multiple people hidden away from my sight starting to speak, the echoes too hard to discern. I shrank back to the wall when it grew louder and the loudest of the group finally letting me hear a clear statement. "She's a doctor!"

He had thought that the doctor had run over to Sebastian for an autograph because he didn't recognize Declan and didn't know that the latter was the elder of the Healer Sect. However, unexpectedly, the doctor sneered and said, "It's just Declan Byrne, isn't it? Do you really think I wouldn't recognize him? He almost killed someone while trying to cure them of a cold! How could he be thick-skinned enough to call himself the elder of the Healer Sect?" The doctor's statement shocked everyone there, and they all turned to look at Declan. Declan's face turned red, then as pale as a sheet. His lips were trembling violently, but he couldn't say a word.

She sat down in a leather chair across from a cherry wood stained desk. Deidre took the chair a few inches away from their mother. Derek leaned against the wall. They waited in silence for ten minutes before the door opened. “Mrs. Dawson?” a man asked. “Yes.” “I’m Dr. Sesame,” he said as he entered the room. He closed the door. He was carrying a laptop. He was a colored-complexed man but he wasn’t African American. Indian? Arab, perhaps? “I’m head of the cardiology team that has been caring for your husband,” the doctor said as he rounded the desk. “Are these your children?”

“That doctor? Looks like he's still there. I haven't heard any stories about him leaving from my mother, so it's likely he's still there. Why do you ask that?” “Ah, can you bring the doctor here to see me? Of course, disguise him as a merchant when he comes here.” “…Why do you need a human doctor? Do you feel an itch somewhere, Your Majesty?” The existence of human doctors in this kingdom is scarce. In fact, there would be almost none if it weren't for that one doctor. I didn't really follow the story of his journey, but I knew he was here thanks to Ruri's mother, the Madame of House Avimelech. That doctor mostly treats skin-related diseases, such as itching or rashes.

He hated people that are weak and watching Mariana crying was not doing him any good,he left the scene although his wolf was in pain. The doctor was in his office going through some documents when he heard a knock on the door."come in". The door opened and the doctor looked up and saw a handsome young man coming towards him."whoah"the doctor exclaimed."Aren't you Luke Cage the owner of Dynamic enterprises"."yes I am"Luke replied with no expression on his face. The doctor could not believe what he was hearing"Am I dreaming"he asked pinching Luke's hand."am not dreaming"the doctor exclaimed happily laughing like a maniac.

“I feel fine.” “You’re glowing,” Zade muttered. “Fine people don’t glow.” Axel grabbed his phone. “I’m calling the doctor again.” The doctor arrived quickly. He was an older man from the Council who’d seen more weird things than anyone probably should. He scanned me with a special kind of stethoscope, his brows furrowing slightly. When he was done, he frowned down at his screen. “There’s no toxin, no infection, and no sign of a virus either,” he said slowly.