Doctor Mario Smash Novels & Stories

SYLVIA'S POV I didn’t know what to say to Mario, so when the doctor came out and interrupted us, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, sinking deeper into my chair. "I would like to speak to you in my office," the doctor said, his tone clipped and professional. His eyes flicked over Mario’s outfit a little too long, his disapproval almost visible before he turned sharply and started walking down the hallway. "Why the fuck did you even wear this?" I muttered under my breath, nudging Mario in the side with my elbow as we stood to follow.

I bump into Leo again. "Sorry, Sir!" I say as I lookup "Hey that's okay, hey did I hear right that you and your friends all just finished your doctor's degrees?" he asks, taking a step back towards me "Yes we are, it is what we are celebrating.." he takes another step closer "Good!" I only just catch him whispering "My friend Mario hurt himself just as we were leaving. Can you come and check him out? See if I really need to take him to the hospital or if he is just being a baby?" I giggle at his reasoning.

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

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.

"Hey, cut me some slack. She's new here, I just didn't want anything bad happening on my watch." I chuckled weakly, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest. "You guys are too much. Seriously, though, what did the doctors say? Am I good to go, or...?" Before they could answer, the door swung open, and a doctor walked in, middle-aged guy with a clipboard, white coat, the whole deal. He smiled at me, checking the monitors. "Miss Travison, good to see you awake. I'm Dr. Harlan. How are you feeling?"

Meanwhile, he went ahead with his request, “I wish to see a doctor first before I resume. I have some sensations in my head and I guess it was due to the beating from my boss.” He searched his countenance again and it was obvious that he was unwell. “You can go. I will inform the manager that you have reported.” “Thank you for your understanding. I will be back.” “It is all right.” Ramon watched him as he walked towards the door and concluded that he was not himself but attributed it to the slap from Kelvin. At the Company Clinic Dr. Henry Smith, the thirty-three-year-old, Medical Director, was just reporting to work when Lucas walked in. He was not familiar with his face because he hardly v

Lucian sucked in a harsh breath. The doctor shook my hand, a smile on his face. He has salt and pepper hair and crows feet, making him look older. "I'm Dr. Morris." "Hi, Dr. Morris." I smiled back at him. I could be dead right now and I'm not and I couldn't be more grateful. "Am I going to be okay?"

The room was filled with a tense anticipation, and I couldn't help but hold my breath, waiting for the doctor to arrive and assess the situation. Finally, the door swung open, and Nurse Emily returned with a middle-aged doctor in tow. He wore a white coat and a stethoscope hung around his neck, a picture of medical authority and knowledge. "What seems to be the issue?" the doctor inquired, his gaze shifting from me to Marshmallow. His eyes widened as he noticed the subtle movement in Marshmallow's hand. I spoke quickly, my voice trembling with excitement. "Doctor, Marshmallow moved her finger. She's showing signs of responsiveness!"

Kayson was taken aback and asked, “He’s a smasher, and he’s still so seriously injured?” Urias nodded seriously. “We also found it strange, but he’s truly badly injured…” Kayson fell silent. He thought he was only a peak grandmaster. He never expected him to be a smasher. But if he was a smasher, it shouldn’t be difficult to get a good doctor to treat him, right? “Have you approached Dr. Larson?” “We tried, but we didn't know how. Besides, he has a lot of enemies, so I can't use his name to ask for help.

"If you want to be a quack, at least dress like one. How dare you impersonate a miracle doctor? Are you asking for death?" After insulting Woody, he continued, "I've brought in an expert from overseas. He works at the world-renowned Mashary General Hospital, responsible for several cutting-edge medical projects. He's undoubtedly an industry leader. Take a good look at him! "Since I've invited a real miracle doctor today and I'm in a good mood, I won't bother with you, kid. Get out now and don't disturb the miracle doctor from treating my brother. You won't be able to afford to bear the consequences."