Doctor Mania Novels & Stories

“Go and rest for now, we would see by evening to discuss arrangement for your new office. He was really serious about me working as his personal doctor. I left his office without saying anything to him, Dante is like a closed book and he prefers it that way.If he could have his way not to talk or communicate with me within that one year period i'm sure ge definitely won't. Getting to my room, i quickly unpacked the things i got from the mall earlier on and the pharmacy. I was happy dante didn't follow me into the pharmacy else i would have not been able to get my iron tablet, i was able to get it with the other drugs the opthalmologist told me to get and i made sure to buy enough that could

he says before disappearing into the bathroom. “Mr Manando,” the doctor greets with a grin. “How are we doing this morning?” I frowned. “I thought it was night-time,” I mumbled, looking out the window. The sun’s just coming up. “Oh well,” I turn to the doctor. “Why don’t you have a look?” he look young to be a doctor. Handsome too. I wonder if Mr Stark has a problem with having a young male doctor treat me. That’s usually a problem for many couples.

A man like him is not easy to deceive let alone fool. The doctor dropped his glasses and whipped his sweaty face with his arm. He could feel Damon's hard stares burning on his skin. He prays that he hasn't observed the lie in his voice. He has been a doctor for years never has he deceived anyone if not for this woman. He wondered why Danis would vouge for such a death warrant.

Were the cards from her? The door opened, and Madonna walked in with a man he assumed to be his doctor. The man introduced himself and got straight to business. It was exactly as Madonna said. His allergy was triggered, and this time, it was severe. He understood the importance of what the doctor was telling, but he wanted to leave. “Can I go home today?” he asked. Madonna and the doctor exchanged a look. He ignored the scowl his sister sent his way and stared expectantly at the doctor.

KINKS: fingering, doctor/patient, multiple positions I stepped into Dr. Mason's office, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The waiting room was quiet, just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. I was nervous, but there was something else too—a thrill that made my stomach twist in a good way. I'd heard about Dr. Mason from a friend, how he was not just skilled but... intense. I felt exposed even before the exam started. This was supposed to be routine, but my mind kept wandering to fantasies I'd never admitted to anyone.

she continued, already dialing a number, “I’m calling my doctor—Dr. Drake Ramoray.” The name alone sent a ripple of shock through me. Dr. Drake Ramoray wasn’t just any doctor—he was the doctor. The richest, most exclusive physician in the entire United States. He only treated millionaires and billionaires, his services coming with a price tag so high that even the wealthiest had to think twice before calling him. He was known for his groundbreaking treatments, cutting-edge medical techniques, and a reputation so elite that getting an appointment with him was nearly impossible unless you were someone who had a private jet parked in their backyard.

The man rudely interrupted the doctor and said, “Old Man, you’re not refusing to treat Blackie because I scolded you earlier, aren’t you? “If it’s true, then you should be careful in Riverbank.” Hoffman frowned. No matter how good his temper was, he could not help but show a hint of anger. In a firm tone, he said, “What are you talking about? I’ve been a doctor for decades. I have never refused to treat a patient out of spite or personal grievance.” “So you really can’t treat Blackie?” The man looked at Holfman, his gaze skeptical. “Hmph! Greatest doctor my ass!” “You can’t even treat a simple fracture?”

How did the stain get rid of itself? He looked at Hecara who smiled apologetically at him. For sure, that smile meant something that only she was capable of doing. Before he could say something to her, she had already spoken up. "Doctor, this man is a workaholic. He worked all day and continued all night in bed and then, he started to see me coughing blood. I think he is hallucinating due to overworking," she told the doctor. "What can I do about this?"

She didn't even understand what was going on in her house again! The mysterious doctor dropped his suitcase on the bed and took out what he needed to check her and fix her swollen face.. With a closer look at the doctor's face, Jasmine recognized the man in the doctor's uniform. He was a famous doctor in New York, Doctor Samuel Smith! A psychologist and brain surgeon at the renowned hospital Drew hole,

It was like I was some desperate simp. One evening, after Morgan got home from work, I asked him, "Has Dr. Lloyd been really busy lately? I wanted to take him out for a meal, but he doesn't have time." Morgan casually tapped away on his game. "His girlfriend just came back from overseas. He's probably spending time with her. Even when I contact him, he's never free." "Girlfriend?" My heart sank immediately. "He has a girlfriend?" "Yeah. She's his childhood friend, also a doctor, and really pretty."