Doctor Fantasy Whatsapp Web Novels & Stories

They could do anything. I grabbed my phone with shaking fingers. I called my doctor's office. The phone rang three times before someone answered. "Dr Martinez's office" a receptionist answered. "I need to talk to the doctor" I said. My voice was shaking badly. "It's urgent. Please it's an emergency" "He's with a patient right now" she said. "Can I take a message and have him call you back"

I rushed into the ward but stopped abruptly, when I saw Drake's face totally covered in bandages and a gasp slipped off my mouth -are his injuries that serious? "You're...?" A man in white coat trailed off. "I'm Daphne Scott and I'm his friend" He nodded. "I'm doctor West, his attending doctor and I have something very important to tell you" he said. "Ok" I nodded. "Er..come with me please" he said and led me a little bit away from Drake. He handed a sheet of paper to me, it seemed like a scan result and a deep frown appeared on my face as I already have hint of what he's about to say.

He explained. "So where do we get this Mr. Willy doctor?" Asked Sharon, getting hkle after hearing from the director. " Oh, Dr Willy is working at the white heart hospital in the USA, he is a very good doctor Mrs Fletchers'' he went ahead complimenting the doctor not knowing what he said at first made the two women freeze. "USA you said?" She asked again just to make sure that she hasn't heard wrong, "That's right Mrs Fletchers, and you better go there soon because he gets many appointments and takes only few per day, getting there soon would help out and I will recommend you to him" said the doctor.

I had texted and sent to my private investigator. Within a few minutes, my answers popped up on my screen. Royal hospital. Doctor Spencer Tyack. Wow! Doctor Spencer was a very good friend of mine. And so, I picked up my phone to call him. He answered almost immediately. “Hello to the billionaire CEO of Sutherland enterprises” he said cheerfully and I laughed. “Hi to the famous Doctor Spencer Tyack. I'm sorry to call you this late, but I need a favour from you” And so I had gotten the full medical condition and reports of Jessica's stepmom and the medical bills, which was a very expensive one, of course, to Jessica.

I moan, helpless against the sheer heat of it, my fingers bunching in the front of his shirt. When he finally releases me, I’m breathless. Unsteady. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just reaches into the center console and pulls out a slim white business card, pressing it into my palm. I glance down at the card. Dr. Yara Colburn, PhD. Licensed Clinical Psychologist. Trauma Specialization. Forensic Psychiatry. Private Practice + Intensive Residential Programs. Huh. It’s printed in pale gray ink on a stark white background, minimalist, expensive-looking.

Dale announced with arms widely spread and I inhaled. Professional psychotherapist? Can't you see my profile is screaming FAKE? He looks educated but right now I'm doubting it. These people hired me for what reason exactly? Mr Zero emotion was now busy with his phone and the next second, he turned the screen of his phone to me and said coldly. "Is that you? Sofia Dante" I recognized the interface on the screen as On-help but one alarming detail was the fact that my profile was the last on the psychotherapy service list.

Rayan’s voice trailed off. "So do you have a picture of this sweet Mr. Touchy Feely Doctor Man?" "No..." "What's his name, I'mma find him on Facebook." "Scott Kranston. He works for New Line Fertility on the Eastern side of the city." Michael started typing it up on his phone as he was led back to wash the first wave of chemicals out. "Oooooh damn!" echoed from the back of the store. "Rayaaaaan you coulda said he was a total hottie!"

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

"My name isn't important. Call me Doctor, if you need to call me anything at all." "That's not reassuring," Dante said. "I'm not here to reassure you," the doctor replied, setting his case on the desk. "I'm here to fix your legs. Reassurance is Dr. Fabrizio's job. I understand he's already told you the honest, disappointing truth about your recovery timeline." Luca stood near the door, arms crossed, watching the exchange with open suspicion. "How does this work?" Dante asked.

Instead, he said with mock concern, "Alpha Xavier seems quite unwell. I can recommend a doctor—I'll send you the contact information." Alpha Gavin immediately agreed. Whether Alpha Sebastian actually recommended a doctor wasn't the point. What mattered was that Alpha Sebastian was willing to maintain contact, meaning there was still hope for their business arrangement. Alpha Sebastian added Gavin's number to his phone. As Gavin dragged the volatile Alpha Xavier from the room, his phone pinged with a message. It was a message from Alpha Sebastian—just a photo of a business card: Chief Psychiatrist, Denver Behavioral Health Center. Gavin stared at it for a second, then sighed.