Doctor And Patient Novels & Stories

His co-worker let out as the doctor came out of the room. "Excuse me, sir?" The man with the white uniform coat called. Travis knew that he must be the doctor. "Are you the patient's husband?" the doctor asked Travis, holding a notepad clutched to his hand with a pen. "No, I'm not," Travis said. "Sorry, but how are you related?" The doctor asked. "Uhmm__" Travis tried to explain but his Co-worker chipped in. "He is the one who saved that lady doctor, he only helped her but they aren't related in any way," His co-worker muttered.

Istri seorang dokter. Setahunya, seorang dokter biasanya akan menikah dengan orang yang berprofesi sama. Namun, mungkin ini sudah menjadi jalan jodohnya. Dia yang hanya karyawati biasa ditakdirkan menjadi pendamping hidup bagi seorang penyembuh. Tak terasa waktu berlalu, jarum jam di dinding menunjukkan angka lima. Itu berarti dua jam lagi keluarga Janu akan datang dan mereka harus siap menyambutnya.

Danner remains silent all the time but fortunately cooperates with the doctor. When the nurse hands over the medical results to the doctor half an hour later, he reads and frowns and then looks up from the papers in his hands. “Sir, can you tell me your name?” he asks. “Danner,” the patient answers. “And do you know how you ended up here?”, the doctor asks him again. Danner shakes his head. The doctor looks at him from under his reading glasses. “And do you know who that beautiful lady next to you is?”. Danner looks at me apologetically now.

the doctor comments, laughing as he cleans his glasses. "It's not so simple to explain, but I need a few days away from work." "My dear, we're going through a crisis in the country, people are killing themselves to get a job, and here you are asking for a certificate to take time off at home..." "It's not like that," I deny, shaking my head, nervous. "There is confidentiality between doctor and patient, right?" "Sure, but..." "What I tell you here, you won't tell anyone, right?" I ask, interrupting the doctor.

She subconsciously placed her hand on her stomach and prayed silently. " Thank you doc. I will be leaving" He nodded subtly " Your welcome " Her hand stroked the doorknob and a thought came up. Slowly she turned and requested " Please doctor, keep this confidential " " Of course "she did not have to say anything. As a doctor, he was obligated to keep a confidential doctor-patient relationship. As soon as she got out. Carl, who had been leaning by the door, sprang towards Val. " What are the results?"

“Is everything alright with her?” The doctor’s expression grew somber, his features clouded with concern. “I’m afraid I can’t discuss the details of another patient’s visit,” he replied carefully. “It’s a matter of confidentiality.” I felt a surge of frustration wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest. “Please, doctor,” I pleaded, my voice sounding desperate. “I need to know if she’s okay.” The doctor sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with resignation. “I suppose I can tell you this much,” he said reluctantly. “Dora is pregnant.”

I looked up to see Chuck and Harry's faces filled with disbelief. Chuck's voice wavered when he asked, "Doctor, what did you just say?" The doctor turned, looking confused at the expressions on both Chuck and Harry. "And who are you two?" Harry's gaze flickered between Quinn's and my pale faces. He instinctively answered, "We're their husbands." Hearing Harry's response, the doctor wore a disdainful and disapproving expression. "Both patients have been hospitalized for a week. Why haven't you shown up until now?"

the doctor continued. These days, it's really hard to come across a patient who understands doctors. The doctor-patient relationship is becoming increasingly tense, and many doctors only dare to put their hearts in their heads before coming to work in the hospital. They even dare not turn their backs to patients during meals, fearing that someone will stab them when they are not paying attention. "Miss Kathy, my request is indeed very unreasonable, and it's okay if you don't agree. There are only five people in the world who secrete hormones that are self-resistant to acetylcholine receptors. I want to request 200cc of your blood for experimental research..."

"D-Doctor how is h-he?" I asked, stuttering while the doctor stared at me with a confused expression. " What relationship do you have with the patient?" I felt a lump in my throat before gulping it down. "H-He is my husband!" I exclaimed. "How is my brother, doctor?" Leonardo asked in his impatient voice. "He's out of danger but--" "But?" I cut off the doctor. Sighing heavily, the doctor looked at Leonardo before moving his gaze towards me before continuing his words.

He adjusted his glasses and gestured to the chair across from his desk. Lorenzo sat. The leather groaned beneath him. "I understand you're asking about one of my patients," the doctor said. Measured, Not unfriendly, but not open either. "I have to be honest with you, there are rules around this. What's your relationship to her?" "She came in this morning," Lorenzo said, ignoring the question. "What was the visit for?" The doctor leaned back slightly. "I can't share a patient's medical information with someone who walks in off the street. You understand that."