Doctor Genius Novels & Stories

Ruangan praktik dokter yang kali ini mereka datangi berkesan mewah dengan design interior yang mewah. Sama seperti dokter lainnya, ada banyak poster mengenai kesehatan kandungan dan organ intim wanita. Hanya saja, wallpaper-nya gelap, karena didominasi warna hitam. "Malam, Dokter Arjuna." Mereka menyapa. "Panggil Juna saja." Arjuna tersenyum manis, menampilkan sebuah lekukan di sudut pipinya.

“Doctor Shane MacIntyre, at your service.” She looked him up and down, clearly stunned. “What kind of doctor are you?” “Oh, Doctor MacIntyre is one of the best consulting neurologists in the country,” Sam said, giving credit where it was due, mostly to set Annie’s mind at ease. “Believe me, ma’am, if you have any questions about how the brain works, this is the man to ask.” Annie’s jaw dropped. “A neurologist?” “I know, right?” Jax said, finally producing a grin. “He’s as brainy as hell – and yes, that was an intentional pun.”

My hair, which I had always let grow long and disheveled. Because Rafael liked women who looked fragile. Was now cut to the shoulder in a sharp asymmetrical style. An ivory white women's suit wrapped my body perfectly. Dark red lipstick adorned my lips. No more foolish girl weeping and begging for love on the cold marble floor. The one standing here was Doctor S. A genius neurosurgeon and genetic surgeon whose name was fought over by top hospitals and world leaders. "You look terrifying when you're lost in thought." A warm, calm baritone voice broke the silence of the room.

She looked at Ethan in shock, asking with a faint hope, "Are you mistaken? How could my grandfather possibly have rectal cancer?" Ethan shook his head firmly. "It was diagnosed by Nick Huston personally. He wouldn't make a mistake." Nick Huston was the world's most authoritative surgeon. His diagnosis wouldn't be wrong. ***

The moment Jacob arrived, the light in her eyes had vanished. "Denzel's back. Come with me to the hospital. He'll give you a medical examination," Jacob uttered. He had steered the conversation away from the tracker. Denzel Johanson was the heir to the Johanson family, a prominent lineage in Ashthorne's medical field. He was also the current director of Cloudspire Hospital, a prestigious institution in the city. From a young age, Denzel had shown extraordinary medical talent. He had mastered traditional medicine passed down through his family while also studying modern medicine abroad. His reputation as a genius physician stretched far and wide. Even abroad, people referred to him as Profess

She developed procedures capable of repairing spinal damage caused by violent transformations. Hospitals fought to hire her. Universities begged for lectures.Medical journals referred to her simply as “the Genius Dr. Kove.”She never corrected them.Her life became a carefully constructed fortress of knowledge, discipline, and secrecy.Yet the center of that fortress was not her work. It was Leo. Her son sat cross-legged on the floor of the apartment surrounded by scattered anatomy diagrams he insisted on studying despite being only five years old.

“She’s my goddess! Clean, precise cuts, and she even thanked the staff—gahhh, I’m dying of love!” “The difference between me and a genius… sob... I’d be shaking like a leaf in that situation!” “I heard she’s only in her twenties! A master of both research and clinical work—international leaders basically treat her like royalty!” “No kidding. I’m over here pulling my hair out over a thesis!” “Miss Q’s won practically every medical award out there—including the Nobel Prize!” “Don’t forget the world’s official evaluation of her: ‘The only person who can out-logic God.’”

I needed the quiet time to prepare myself and make sure I looked like someone who knew what she was doing instead of someone who was terrified of failing. At exactly nine AM, the door opened. Dr. Yuki Tanaka walked in first, a geneticist from Tokyo, one of the world's leading experts in CRISPR technology. She was younger than I expected, around thirty-five, with short black hair and glasses. "Dr. Blackwood." She bowed slightly. "Thank you for this opportunity." "Thank you for taking a chance on us." The others arrived a few minutes apart and over the next thirty minutes. Dr. Jubilee Obi, a Nigerian neuroscientist who specialized in degenerative diseases. He'd published award winning work on

He continued, "But, sir. May I ask you something?" "Yes, go ahead!" Xavier said, still maintaining his calm expression. "Over the past few months, you've seen hundreds of doctors, and they've all said that they can't cure your illness. In fact, they don't even know what kind of illness you have. Then, how is it possible that you are now cured?" Gavin asked, furrowing his brow. Joss snorted, "You mean ... you're saying that Mr. Xavier is lying?" Gavin's eyes widened and he immediately knelt in front of Xavier, "Oh, please forgive me, Sir. I ... didn't think you were lying. I ... how could I dare to think that?"