Doctor Mania Novels & Stories

I huffed and looked at the phone. Wait a minute I glanced at Liam. “This is a medical report on the editor?” “Yup, I was able to get my hands on it.” He replied, smirking. I nodded and went through it. The patient was brought in by family after showcasing several manic episodes of intense fear, cause of which is unknown, scans and MRI all show no sign of any abnormalities in the brain. “There's nothing here…” I said. “Exactly, which led me down a rabbit hole. Apparently, there are about 10 people who have displayed the same symptoms and the one thing they have in common is…”

Why did my anxiety have to act up now—right when I’m with him? “Just relax, don’t get nervous,” he said as he pulled out some medical tools from a small bag. He had just arrived at the office, and I was the first thing he approached to—thanks to Sir Zach’s orders. Yes, they’re friends, but I’ve never met this guy before. Good thing, too, because I think I would’ve felt worse if he had been one of those men I used to know. He’s a registered doctor and owns several private and public hospitals here in Manila.

Umar’s Pov Top floor of Medusa’s Lair, Mexico City, Mexico I smashed the bottle of whisky after drinking my fill. Lately, I have been high, sniffing, and taking in every drug just to calm my anxiety. I have lost my sanity to the pleasure of drugs. The last time I was sober was when Jace was here. It's been months since I lost Jace, my most precious jade. I thought I had everything in control, but turns out I was wrong. Never knew his absence would have this effect. I’m on the verge of going insane. I cling to every memory we had. When I realize, I am starting to lose my grasp over his memories, I can only cling to the illustrations created by drug influence. I never expected the Balsamo's mi

No, my apartment isn’t the problem, you idiot, he wanted to say. This man, this Doctor who sat talking about how tough moves are and how long it takes to settle in and perhaps that’s why he kept conking out during the day, reeked of failure. The dangerous kind found in those who pile on the diplomas while ignoring the real, painful human suffering behind the multi-syllabic words and indecipherable jibber-jabber they scrawl on their prescription pads. He was tired. A point he’d made with this quack. Or at least one he hoped he’d made.

Diana's POV It's not him. It can't be him. It's all in your head. That was the only words ringing in my head. His hand stayed open for a handshake but I couldn't take it. He let it drop to his side. “I'm a cardiologist and your father's personal doctor.” Snap out it, Diana! “Oh. Yes. Uhm…Thank you for taking good care of him. I'm Diana. His daughter,” I said. What was I doing? I had seen hot men before. First, I had confused him for the new CEO to my father's former company and now I was drooling over him while my father was lying comatose in the same room.

Damon was dumbfounded—someone at Bloomington Hospital had called him a quack doctor! "Explain yourself. How am I a quack doctor?" The man was also direct. He picked up the old man's CT scan and slapped it onto Damon's face. "I see you're still stubborn. I had other doctors look at it. My dad doesn't have a brain tumor, but you claimed otherwise. If that's not a quack doctor, then what is?" Damon laughed when he heard that. "Other doctors? Which doctors said that? I might not be the best neurosurgeon in the country, but I'm the closest thing to one. Ordinary doctors wouldn't be able to see what I can do."

“I mean – if I’m not being too nosy.” “Not being nosy at all,” he said cheerfully. “You’re making conversation and hell, I know what you do.” “True.” “I’m a doctor,” he said. “Private practice now.” Jo stared at this man who wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover or catwalk, tried to imagine him strolling around in a white coat and with a stethoscope dangling around his neck. She utterly failed. “A doctor?” “Yep.” “Mac is actually one of the top neurologists in the country,” Zoe said. “In crazy demand too, so he travels all over doing consultations on the hardest cases, the ones that hospitals can’t handle.”

What kind of a man would imprison a girl for five days and later gives her what she wanted the most in her life? As tempting as it seems, I am still not gonna take it, not to mention, I can't afford it. I am a doctor. I can earn my bread with that. I just can't stop my practice and start something else depending on the guy with multi personality disorder. It will be no wonder if he tore this offer the second he came out of the bathroom.

This is why I don’t enjoy wearing such revealing clothes. “This was the only thing they could find in my size. Or it is not my size. It is a bit too small. My clothes were all bloody and ruined.” I ramble on like I always do when a handsome man is looking at me. I might be a confident doctor and surgeon with strong opinions and good knowledge. But throw a handsome man at me and I end up a rambling mess. Unless he’s a doctor and we can discuss work.

My jaw tightened, as I slowly turned around. “You’re here,” I muttered as I set my eyes on the man wearing a clean white shirt. This was Dennis, my personal doctor and the one who knew most about my illness. “Alpha Marcus.” he bowed as he greeted. My dark eyes stared sharply at him, then they lowered slightly and stopped at his trembling legs, then back to his face. He looked calm, but the scent around him couldn't be hidden. I frowned, but indifferently shifted my eyes away and walked past him.