Doctor And Patient Novels & Stories

As I walk down the hall, I meet the sweet doctor who treated me recently. “Hello, sweetheart.” He greets me when he sees me now off that stretcher. “I forgot to give you this.” In her hands, she had an ultrasound of him who would be my baby. I take it in my hands and see the number 324 engraved on the top, but I immediately put the photo in my uniform when I hear Dr. Mark's tedious voice, asking for medicine for one of his patients. Immediately the doctor, who is over forty years old, catches the doctor's attention. “Dustin!” He looks at her and comes towards her, I'm in the middle of these two, so I'm very uncomfortable. “How are you?” I know that Dr. Mark is a good-looking guy. but I didn'

“I already explained to you all what this disease meant. Her lungs have collapsed, robbing her of the ability to breathe. It is at stage four, and as you saw, she does not have much time left. The only thing that is keeping her is the machine, and as soon as we turn it off, Kathy will no longer be with us.” Pain was evident in his face as he spoke. And again, I had that feeling that he and Kathy might have a relationship that was more than doctor and patient. Who was he to her? Was he a man from her past? Was this why he could accuse us of knowing nothing about her? “What relationship do you have with Kathy?” I asked abruptly. The doctor’s eyes snapped to my f

I raised my eyebrows, sat on the chair opposite her, kept my bag on the table, and crossed my legs. “Who are you?” She asked and checked the file on her table, “You didn't come here for treatment, did you?” “Me? Kylie, I'm Kylie and I came to find out something,” I smiled at her. She had a mixed reaction on her face. “I don't talk about my patients’ personal information,” The doctor said with a smile on her face. From the look of it, she knew what I was here for. “Hmmm, okay, from the look of it, you know why I'm here,” I played with my nails.

“I like her.” My head snapped toward him. He continued like he was confessing something brave instead of ridiculous. “I want to pursue her. Take her out on a date.” I didn’t even think before speaking. “I’m not interested.” I snapped. Three pairs of eyes turned to me. I held his gaze firmly. “You are my patient. And I am your doctor. That is all we will ever be.” Damiano’s expression flickered with surprise. “I’m also already in a relationship,” I added.

There are moments in a doctor’s life when a patient becomes more than just a patient. They’re a person you get to know, slowly, through every exchange, every piece of their history they choose to share with you. And then there are moments that make you question the entire dynamic you’ve carefully constructed, where things suddenly shift, and the lines blur between professionalism and something else entirely.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

Afterward, he asked, “Are you guys going home now?” “Yes, my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. Thank you, doctor,” Sally spoke politely to him as if their relationship was nothing more than that of a patient and doctor. “It’s all part of my job, no need to thank me,” Wayne replied politely as well. “Let’s go.” For some reason, Howard did not have a good feeling about the doctor even though there was nothing out of line with the way he acted with Sally. Just as he was helping Sally out of the office, his gaze swept across the desk where he caught sight of the doctor’s biography placed on the table. Both his name and picture were on it.

The way his eyes softened as he looked at the patient’s family is very noticeable even if I’m not close enough to where they are right now. Doctors. They’re the ones who are there to heal sick people. To save people. But the lives of many people don't rest in their hands. They are just there to aid. That's the most common misconception of people. If you’re a doctor, does it mean you could really lengthen the life of a person? Yeah, sure it's their job to heal people but their real job is to diagnose and identify the level of diagnosis of the patient. They help patients survive by administering medications they think would heal their patients based on their studies. That’s it.

❣Billie Rolene❣ My doctor came to check on me..as Adrian and Ashley were by my side. When the doctor was done..he seemed a little sad as he gave me a soft gaze I furrowed my bro at him..and he said "Please.. can i talk alone with the patient?" "May i know why?" Adrian asked "If i have to tell you..then no need to y'all to give us some time alone" the doctor said and i saw that Adrian had no intention living..so i said

I joked. She giggled again. “If you are one of his patients, then I’m glad that you haven’t needed to see a doctor in a while. You might have ended up with me. And then I’d have to say no. But for future appointments, I’m not the only one working in his practice anymore. He took on another colleague while I was still in Med school. His name is doctor Albert Wiley, and I could still go on a date with you even if you were Dr. Wiley’s patient.”