Doctor Humor Quotes の小説・ストーリー

“You are in the final stage of cancer.” The doctor told me, but I smirked and slapped hard on his table. I still continued to laugh as he stared at me in astonishment. “Are you alright, Mr. Quizon?” He asked as I stared at him and laughed even more. “Are you asking if I'm okay?” I said, but he just frowned and there were still his strange stares at me. “Do you think I'm okay?” I shouted as I stood up.

"Watch your tongue. Aren't you the doctor or are you a quack?" He retorted, glaring at me. "What! A quack? I saved his life, mister, if you had forgotten!" I wanted to scream at him but I managed to control myself. Instead, I gave him a glare that seem to tell him what I was thinking! He had a look that matched mine perfectly as he shrugged with his reply. “I have no idea. You tell me. You're the doctor after all.”

Louis said. "Okay, I understand. Then I'll close up first. You go back to work. You're very busy, but make the most of your time off, Louis. It's not funny when a doctor who can treat a lot of patients gets sick," Josh joked at the end of the conversation. "God is the one who gives sickness, and it can be given to anyone, including a doctor, right?" Josh chuckled lightly. "Yes, yes, yes. But you have to take care of your health," Josh advised.

After Jessica recovered, she smiled, "Who knew he had it in him to crack funny jokes, Mr. Hemsworth?" He arched a brow up and replied teasingly, "Who said I was joking, though?" Jessica smiled and shook her head, "Oh My, It has been a long time since I laughed that hard. Thank you for that." Mr. Hemsworth nodded in response, patting her shoulders, "We all need some good laughs even in the midst of dire situations; laughter, they say, is medicine for the soul." "You are right," Jessica responded as she glanced at her wristwatch, "now I better get going. I have a husband to take care of and a speech to prepare," she added in high spirits.

I said. “Would your therapist lie to you?” He asked. “No,” I said, getting slightly embarrassed, that I admitted to having a therapist. “And don’t laugh at me.” With a stern face, he asked. “Why would I laugh, Vera?” I sighed, getting even more embarrassed, because I had to explain. “People find it funny that I’m in therapy.” “Why would people laugh at that? Mental health is no joke.” “Can I ask you a question?” I said, instead of responding.

He said in response, “You want humor? I once told my doctor that Kenneth, not finding love, was stressing me out. He told me to breathe. I billed him for wasting my time.” Dead air fell upon the venue. Kyle said, “See? I can be funny.” Then, everyone cracked up. “Poor doctor,” Freya said in her seat, her eyes watering as she clung to Kenneth. Kenneth turned to his wife and said, “I’d do the same thing.” She stared at him, shocked, but Kyle resumed his speech. Everyone was directed to the stage once more. “Now, why am I saying all this?” Kyle turned to fully face Kenneth. He looked more serious this time. “Because I want to remind you, Kenneth…”

“Hmph! That punk thought he could boss me around just now. I’m very upset! You’re going to beg me? It’s too late! I told you that no amount of begging will make me come back!” Simone looked even more pressed. She really did not know what to do. “Simone, you don’t need to beg this quack. If he treats the patient, the patient might actually die,” Dustin said. “Take me to the patient,” Dustin said to the physician who came in. “Can you… do it?” The physician was doubtful. “This is something only a real neurology expert can deal with…” “Take him there. He might be able to use some great power to bring the patient back to life. A quack like me can’t do anything,” Clarence said mockingly.

he mutters under his breath. I arch an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” The guy crosses his arms in front of his chest and frowns. “I don’t have a cactus up my ass, I already told the previous doctor that I’m embarrassed, that’s all.” His cheeks flush and God, I want to know what happened to this guy so bad. “Alright, sorry, bad joke. Mind to tell me what happened? You know, so I can help you.” I can’t believe how serious I sound. This doctor game is fun, I should do it more often.

I hiccup on the last word. A ripple of laughter goes round; he doesn’t laugh. He puffs his chest like a rooster who owns the joint. “You better watch your mouth.” “Oh, I am watching it,” I say sweetly, pointing at my lips. “It’s saying, ‘Go to hell.’” That pushes him over. He stands, looming. “You got a death wish, lady?” “Buddy,” I slur, smirking, “I’m a doctor. I can pronounce myself dead if it comes to that.”

After all…they are also humans. He wondered if his doctor had any solution to the pain he was feeling. Or…maybe not? “She does.” The doctor replied as he gave hope to Howard. “Haha…she shows her worry in her way! Which is actually…shouting at me most of the time.” Laughter is similar to a virus. Easily spreads if strong enough and slowly makes you weak. Howard couldn’t realise he was actually enjoying the small talk that he never had even with his men. Forgetting something amidst it, he continued, “Is it scary?”