Doctor Mania Novels & Stories

The man said cooly. "I just said I can help you. That's if you let me." "You aren't even a doctor by profession. See ma, this is not a club where women hook up with men and vice versa. This is a very serious company and if my bosses sees me having an unnecessary conversation, I'm getting fired." He said as politely as he could. Natasha felt slightly insulted. This man thought she's flirting with him, huh? "By the ways, I'm a doctor myself so trust me when I say my condition has no permanent cure. Will you excuse me, please?" One could tell the man is frustrated yet didn't want to walk away from her in a way that will look rude.

He looked sincere as he said, “Please take me as your pupil! My name is Manson York, a local here in the capital. I am 54 years old and have been in the medical field for over 40 years…” Dr. York, or Manson, introduced himself as he kowtowed at Andrius. The doctor’s reaction shocked everyone in the Conerys. Manson was a famous doctor in the capital. Throughout the forty years of his career, he had cured thousands, saved millions, and prevented all kinds of strange deaths. His attainments in the medical field were unrivaled. No matter the condition, as long as the patient was still breathing, he would be able to save the patient from the worst possible outcome. Countless people in the capital

Surely he is some idiot guy. I went back to Jenny's table. And found that man was non other than Amon's best friend. Oh my gosh!!! how will i deal with this weirdo now. Why on this earth only I have a this great luch!!!! He again stared at me as if I m his food...ahh I hate him. Amon introduced me with him by saying he is the most famous doctor of the country, Dr. Martinis Williams . He is handling his hospital which the best hospital of our state and country's second most best hospital.

“Tell me everything." We sat in Frank's office, me on his leather couch, him across from me, posture deceptively relaxed. "His name is Dr. Magnus Vance. Chief of Surgery at Boston Memorial. "My hands twisted together hard enough to hurt. "I was a third year resident. And I watched him kill patients." Frank went very still. "Explain." "Medication errors that weren't errors. Post-op complications in healthy patients. Overdoses ruled accidental." I swallowed hard. "I started tracking it. Too many deaths in his cases, all with massive insurance payouts."

I sat looking at the roll of people who had an appointment with the doctor before me,my mind couldn't help but wonder, what if he screwed every lady or woman who enters his office cause they all come out with smiley faces, same with me as well. I waited patiently for my turn and when the lady called out my surname,I went in without even giving a thought of knocking. Both of them were in. Chloe doing what she normally does, arranging files and giving out files to doctor Manuel. Doctor Manuel goes through files of patients with his glasses below his eyes. His hand under his chair in an extremely casual manner,who would ever know when he's stroking his throbbing erection? I sat on the chair opp

Ayra replied, chuckling. “I know you are still upset about Jordan getting fired, but toughen up okay?” Rhea said as she poked her shoulder with the pen, reminding her of something she wanted to forget. Ayra forced her smile and nodded. “Dr. Rivera?” A fine and sharp voice bought her out of her thoughts. “Dr. Manor,” Ayra said as she looked up at the tall woman. Dr. Manor was one of the best psychiatric doctors. She was highly experienced and her patients had a good recovery rate.

“As for Dakor, I’ve made sure he’s handled. He won’t betray Familia again.” What does he mean by that? The door opens. The doctor walks in, flanked by men in white scrubs. I’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Even in hell. My heart thuds. “Dakor Romanov.” The doctor says my name like a death sentence. “You’ve been diagnosed with psychosis, sociopathy, and self-harm. You’re a threat to yourself and those around you, and for that reason, you’d have to be in rehabilitation until further notice.”

I laughed at his uprightness. "Absolutely not! What do you take me for?! I didn't go to years in college to get my license as a doctor just to do something shady!" The doctor exoloded. "If you want someone who can do your dirty work, there are lots of doctors who are willing to accept a huge payout from you Damian Russo, but I am not going to be that man." Doctor Stefano rubbed his forehead as of he was stressed, then fixed his glasses. The man was a talker and still had a lot to say.

Gesturing to the black-a-tad bit luxurious chair across from his desk. I loved it when people quivered at the sight of me and I was sure it was either my imposing feature which always got them nervous and drooling at the same time, or they already were familiar with my face or name as the notorious Don of the America underworld. But this was different and a bit concerning and I vaguely knew what was behind those trembling hands of the doctor as he resetted his white specks.

"What are you doing? Vincent was just trying to help. Look at your temper–you snap at anyone you see!" Vincent stepped forward and took Diana by the arm, right in front of me. "Easy, Diana. I've been through it myself, I understand. These doctors love to exaggerate. They want patients like us to feel scared so we’ll cooperate with all kinds of medication and tests. "It’s not that serious. They just make it sound worse than it is. "Doctors in public hospitals aren’t reliable. You need someone more professional. I have a cousin who’s an expert in this field. I can send him Nathan’s medical records.