Novel & Cerita Doctor Canterbury Tales

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.

I excused myself then walked towards Doc Emman while covering myself using the robe. "What's the problem?" I asked him the moment that I stood in front of him. "You are my problem!" He shouted. I immediately raised both eyebrows and frowned at him. I never really understood him! I clenched my fists and screamed loudly in front of him. "You're really such an ambiguous doctor! I hate you !" I shouted in anger then walked away from him. My day is ruined. I thought I would be able to rest but I think I was wrong. Often I really don't know what he wants to happen. Doc Emmanuel Nikolai Almoreno is like that—an Ambiguous Doctor where I unfortunately need to deal with everyday.

The doctor continued, addressing the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. "I suppose you have a purpose for being here. Are you planning to report me or revoke my medical license? Is that why you've waltzed into my sanctuary?" The doctor's words dripped with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Richard, grappling with the shock of his capture, had inadvertently stumbled upon the dark secrets hidden behind the façade of a respected medical professional. The doctor's atrocities unfolded before him – a macabre symphony of patient murders at the behest of guarantors, unauthorized abortions carried out callously.

“We didn’t really get to properly meet last night with everything that happened.” I hesitated for a second before shaking his hand. “Yeah. I’m Lila. And you’re… Damien.” He nodded. “That’s me. The secret brother no one talks about.” There was a hint of dry humor in his voice, but it didn’t feel bitter. Just honest. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just nodded awkwardly. Damien seemed to sense my discomfort and tried to ease it. “I actually came in today because I’m starting work here. I’m a cardiologist. I just transferred over from another hospital. Figured it was time to stop watching from the sidelines.”

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?

I forced myself to kneel by his bed, sobbing uncontrollably. The doctor's voice was regretful. "There was no money in the account, so we couldn't perform the surgery. We did everything we could. I'm very sorry." I lifted my head sharply and asked, my voice trembling, "But didn't someone transfer the money over?" The doctor and nurse both shook their heads, looking confused. In disbelief, I opened Dad's account on my phone and refreshed it repeatedly. But the balance remained zero. After Dad's body was placed in the morgue, I frantically dialed Lorenzo's number. It wasn't until the 187th call that he finally picked up.

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.

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