Doctor And Patient Novels & Stories

He kept doing things I didn’t understand. “I need answers!” I shouted, grabbing his shirt. The doctor didn’t even flinch. He simply stared at me. It was clear this wasn’t his first time dealing with someone like me. In a city like this, he must have encountered men from the mafia before. “You are delaying her treatment,” he said calmly. “The sooner you let go of me, the sooner I can diagnose her.” My grip loosened immediately, and I let him continue doing what he knew best, saving lives.

There are wounds that are really hard to heal, especially if the sacrifices and patience ended up in vain. "Excuse me, aren't we professional here? I am your patient and you're my doctor. Don't tell me you haven't moved on after those years that you're happily married with Dana." He looked stiff when I talked fearlessly. I didn't hesitate on every word that came out of my mouth.

“When you’ve figured things out, I’ll come get you.” I turned and left the room. The moment the door closed behind me, I thought I should feel a surge of satisfaction. But I didn’t. The hallway lights were too white. And something felt lodged in my chest. I had barely taken a few steps when a human doctor called out to me. “Mr. Blackwood?” I stopped. The doctor held a medical chart, his expression grim. “You’re the patient’s husband?” I didn’t appreciate his tone. But I nodded. “Yes.”

I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o

Sochun rubbed the back of his head. "You are my patient." Dr. Mo tapped her dip pen into some dark ink and stared back at Sochun kindly. "Seat." She pointed at the sofa chair behind him. Sochun let out a crackle and walked up to the table. He placed his hands on it and leaned close to her face. "Now I'm your patient, what happened to us being buddies that have sex." Sochun grinned at her and Dr. Mo placed her dip pen back on its stands and got off her seat to stare him into his eyes.

Why would you do that? Lips flattened as she copped out instead of answering. "I see you as my patient because I am your doctor." "You and I both know you very nicely skirted that question. Answer it." "I did. I think we both need to remind ourselves that I'm your doctor, and that means there are certain things I can't say. Or do."

The doctor patiently answered each of his questions, offering both medical expertise and empathy. As the conversation continued, Nathaniel began to understand the importance of adhering to the prescribed treatment plan, the role of family support in his father's recovery, and the need for ongoing monitoring of his condition. The doctor emphasized that while there were encouraging signs of improvement, the journey to full recovery would require time and continued care. Nathaniel appreciated the doctor's thoroughness and he became assured that his father was in capable hands. Once the discussion concluded, the doctor provided Nathaniel with contact information and encouraged him to reach out i

There was more to the doctor-and-patient relationship between them. She didn't have to put up an act with him, the way she did with others. Mrs Williams joined in the friendly banter until Rosaleen excused herself. She rubbed the nape of her neck and her eyes wandered around. " Do you think it'll go away soon?" she whispered. Dr Jake sighed softly and put back the papers where they were found. " In most cases like Rosaleen's, patients don't last long." Mrs Williams wrung her hands in the air, hope leaving her. They were in for the worst.

“You must be Mr. Hathaway,” he said as he got up and we shook hands. He gestured for me to take a seat opposite his, and I did just that. “I am, Doctor. I’m glad to make your acquaintance finally. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “I hope I’m able to meet your expectations, Mr. Hathaway,” he said politely, taking his own seat. “Dr. Kapoor told me your situation, but I’d still like to hear everything from your mouth. I take it the patient is not with you.”

It's been a long time since he last came here. "Sit down, Treyton. Do you want water or juice?" "Water is enough." The Doctor got some water and re-entered the room and when he came out he was carrying the record book of Treyton's condition. Even though Treyton hasn't mentioned the problem, the Doctor already knows because he already knows the patient well. And it will not go for nothing. "What about us? What concerns you? How is married life?" asked Doctor Webster. A forced smile appeared on Treyton.