Doctor Faustus Novels & Stories

He didn't even notice that four people literally burst into the room at once. Dr. Fabian put on a slightly annoyed look and looked at Adelard. "Monsieur, how are you feeling?" he asked, thereby frightening the young man. Not feeling any confidence in people, he clenched his hands into fists and, without taking his eyes off his savior he simply remained silent. Dr. Fabian, putting the valise on the bed, set to work. Dr. Fabian was a tall, elderly man who always had a thin white beard and too blue eyes. Perhaps this was the only thing that made his appearance memorable. But otherwise, he was an ordinary person who had a family and an old cat named Happiness.

"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.

Avarez already knew about this but he didn't still see how they connected " And how does this relate to her being sick" "My lord, magic seethes through her, I may not be right but she is a Fae" Sir Ellesmere watched Avarez's expression, he didn't look surprised at all so he continued "It takes time for Faes to heal given that they are fairies, they do not associate with water" Avarez was still not understanding the whole thing the royal physician had just said and Sir Ellesmere already guessed that "My lord, she hasn't unlocked any of her powers yet so I don't know if she is going to heal and even if she does, it may take time"

“Moreover, human physical appearance can change over time, Dad. Moreover, we don’t know whether Marcel has ever had a serious accident or not.” “Makes sense,” Damian replied. “That’s what we have to dig deeper into Marcelino.” Lista blinked. “Wait a minute, Dad.” She looked at Damian more closely. “Aren’t these test results enough to convince Dad that Marcel is a pharmacist?” Damian glanced at the test results that Lista had given him. “Dad believes that these results are quite accurate, but …” Damian took a deep breath. “There’s no harm in digging into Marcel’s past life until we’re really sure that he’s a real pharmacist.”

I’d still be a doctor, but I’m sure I could find a hundred other ways to help people. “If you had, maybe you wouldn’t have met Stu,” I tell her. “True.” “Hey,” Laura calls everyone’s attention. “Have you seen the new neurosurgeon yet? I hear he’s a real man candy.” My fingers stiffen around my cup. “I hear he’s the one who owns this hospital,” Asher says. “I can’t wait to be on his service.” “I can’t wait to give him some special service.” Laura winks. “Do you think he’d sleep with an intern?”

Judging from his stature and his relatively young age compared to doctors at this hospital in general, he could conclude that this doctor was new. Alan's eyes glanced briefly at the ID tag attached to the male doctor's robe. Christ Laurent. Alan's brow raised in suspicion on the side after knowing the doctor's identity. His memory might not be as strong as Keith's, yet if it was anything to do with Tatius, he remembered well all the names of the staff at the hospital where Tatius used to be treated. And he had never heard the name of Christ Laurent in this hospital before today. Could he put his trust in the diagnosis given by this young doctor? It felt so dubious. Together with that, the fa

I knew the careful way he stood with his weight on his back foot, like he was already preparing to redirect if the conversation went poorly. Daniel Reid had been a doctor at St. Aurelius for four years. He had been in the emergency rotation when I arrived, one of the senior residents who had made it quietly clear, never loudly, never in front of anyone who could report it, that he did not believe a hybrid woman had earned her place there. He had also been there the night everything fell apart.

"I'm sure everything worked out fine. I can't see why Windsor Jaeger would release you otherwise!" "He kicked me out," Logan replied. He reclined his seat. "I wanted to save her because Faustine asked, but man, Windsor was being difficult. He brought in some famous doctors like Dr. Conrad, Dr. Skald, and Dr. Pullman? And he thought those people were sufficient, apparently. At least he let me go."

The director's aged face turned red, and his voice brimmed with excitement. "B-But this is supposed to be the stuff of legend! How could it even be real?! Anyone who knows a technique like this would be akin to the divine! "This Dr. Fay is nothing less than the incarnation of the divine! How could someone like this ever be fired from any hospital, let alone ours?!" He wrenched his attention away from Metis and caught the barely concealed panic on the Stans' faces.

Almost immediately, everyone turned to look at Cassian. The other experts didn't know him at all, with Vera being the only exception. They all assumed that he was Vera's assistant. "You know how to stem the bleeding?" an expert asked, his expression already lighting up. "Yup." "What is it?" "By utilizing Madiora enchantments on the patient." The expert's expression darkened instantly. "Dr. Frost, wherever did you hire this assistant of yours? He's very unreliable, that's for sure! Why is he bringing up superstitious mumbo jumbo at this time?"