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“He… I think he blocked my number.” Fabian had no words. “How could a doctor act this way? Isn’t it their responsibility to help people cure their illnesses? Despite that, he isn’t willing to share his phone number or listen to the people who wish to seek his help! He isn’t a conman, is he?”

Mr Wellspring said about to drop the call. "Wait a minute." The deep baritone voice ordered."It's not a wrong number. I am Doctor Nathan from the hospital,you dropped your wife here few days ago, I got your contact from the files you filled and submitted, that was how I got to know you are the patient's husband." "Oh. Sorry about that. So Doc, is there any problem? Is she alright now?" Mr Wellspring replied, feeling stupid that he was impatient and almost ended the call.

His friends had been constantly calling in the group chat since last night, but he wasn’t answering. He didn’t want to chat with anyone. He didn’t feel like sharing anything. Even Vandros seemed to be hanging in the air without knowing what was going on. Speaking of Vandros. He remembered the doctor his friend contacted for his formwr mistresses, an OB/Gynecologist. He needed to ask some questions now.

I dialed the number on the bottom right corner of the flyer, put the phone on speaker, and waited as the phone rang. On the third ring, someone answered. "Hello, Mandy's Clinic, how can we help you today?" A woman with a very high pitched voice said on the other end of the call. "Hi, uhm, good morning. My name's Dalia Thompson, I'm calling from Dr. Amber?" I said in the hopes that Dr. Amber might have called in for me before now. "Okay, good morning, ma'am. How can we help you today?" The woman asked again. I let out a sigh, and swallowed my saliva, before speaking.

I hated how she just waltzed in and made me feel small in my own damn home. My phone buzzed in my robe pocket. I pulled it out, expecting maybe a message from Shane, or perhaps one of the million spam calls that found their way to me lately. It was from an unsaved number. I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the green icon. I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear another spam call. Then, I finally swiped. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lucy Wilson?” “Yes, who’s this?” “This is Doctor Danielle from Westbrook Hospital. I’m calling regarding a patient, Shane Wilson. You’re listed as his emergency contact.”

He must have accepted a lot of money from Daniel. After that, he brought out a phone and dialed a number. He was going to make his report and request for military backup. Drake sent him flying with one kick. Then, he picked up the phone and placed it before Dustin. “I am Foxtin, the Medical Sage. Tell the heads of the National Drug Authority and the National Pharmaceutical Department to answer my call!” Dustin said into the phone. The person on the other end of the line was clearly shocked. He quickly went to do as bid.

"Your stomach is still a wreck. No fats or caffeine for two days. Stick to apple compote for now." "Fine," I murmured, reaching for my phone. He frowned at the gesture. "Aren't you going to tell your husband you're in this state?" "I’m divorced," I stated flatly, opening my payment app. "We aren't at the clinic, Doctor. Where’s your QR code?" He stared at me for a long beat, silent. "Doctor?" I insisted. He finally pulled out his phone, but instead of the usual payment code, his contact card appeared on the screen. "It’ll be easier for the transfers in the future."

It read simply “How are you feeling?” I frowned and replied “Not too bad. Who is this?’ I watched the dots appear to show me whoever it was, was sending a reply. “Brandy Jones. Your doctor.’ I grinned and shook my head. ‘Thank you for taking an interest, Dr Jones. I don’t recall giving you my number.’ I responded quickly. ‘You didn’t. It’s in your file.’ She replied with a winking face. I grinned and bit my tongue before I texted back

I have to process my papers and stuff but I don't have the energy to do so. "I'll just give it a try," I grabbed the paper from my pocket that contains all the names of the company along with their contact number. First, I dialed the Jimenez Surgeons Specialist. Their phone started to ring. I sipped once more on my milk tea. Why do I feel like they will ignore me? Or maybe was I just overthinking. Anyway, I-- "Hello, this is Doctor Ruby speaking from J.S.S," she said on the other line. "Hi! Hello Dr. Ruby," I said on the other line. "Yes, hello, dear. How may I help you today?" She said.

It just stood there, towering over every other building in view. "I'm looking for Doctor Winston Valentine." I said to the nurses at the desk in the hospital's lobby. She whispered something to the other making her smile as she looked shyly at me. The one I had asked the question cleared her throat. "Do you have an appointment Mr Fontaine?" Oh that was what brought about the giggles and smiles. "No. I don't." "Then I'm afraid—" "Tell him that Dante Fontaine is here to see him." She looked at the other nurses who stood looking at her before picking up the phone and calling a number.