Doctor Octopus Novels & Stories

Luciana's gaze lingered on her son, a mix of concern and relief evident in her eyes, before she took a seat in front of Doc's table. Engrossed in a phone call, Doc conversed with an unknown individual, their identity holding little importance to Luciana at that moment. Her mind was consumed by the pressing need to understand what had transpired with her son. The man who had been thrashing about had undergone a remarkable transformation simply from Keita's touch. Now, he lay in peaceful slumber, as if under the influence of a potent sedative. Doc concluded his call, turning his attention towards Luciana. His voice resonated with a calm assurance as he shared the news, "Ophelia is on her way."

She was so petite that he could hold her easily in his arms, her soft, delicate body pressed against him. The sensation was subtle, but Ocelotte did his best to ignore it. The female doctor said, "This is more like it!" The doctor was both gossipy and professional, and in no time, she had finished treating the wound. When she removed the porcelain shard, Molly's fingers dug deeply into Ocelotte's waist and arm, causing him to lower his head to look at her.

He elaborated, and I clasped my hand over my mouth in shock. "T-this could not have been done by an incontinent old man, right?" I turned to the doctor, and he frowned for a moment before he nodded. "Yes, whoever did this ugly act is a young man. An incontinent person can't do something like this," He affirmed. "I'll be back when I get the other test results. Excuse me," The doctor informed, to which I nodded before he left. Soon, I was alone with Ophelia. I plopped on the chair beside her bed, and intertwined our fingers together before I burst into bitter tears.

ForgetaboutLove: "A famous doctor?" GettingAJob: "He's the head of the neurology department in the First Affiliated Hospital. He's a really famous professional. You guys can look his name up." GonnaGetRich: "I just looked him up, and wow, he's amazing! So many people have registered for an appointment with him that you can only book one in the next year!" LikeYouLots: "You guys know what I'm feeling now, right?" Handsome: "Didn't you say that the streamer was a quack doctor? Even your principal said that she's a prodigy!"

We'd be saving a large percentage of people with different neurological illnesses and that is worth waiting five years! The elevator door opened and I walked down the hallway until I got to my apartment door. I punched in the codes and the door unlocked but I was not prepared for the sight that welcomed me. “Surrender now, doctor octopus! You have nowhere to run to!” Alfred exclaimed with one leg on Easton's chest who laid on the floor. “Oh really? You underestimate me, Spider man. I'm not your regular villain!” And with that, Easton raised him up and threw him on the couch.

“Hello, my name is doctor Marsh, I’ve been informed of Mr. Ødegaar’s condition and I’ve looked at his medical chat and brought something that should work. I can assure you, this will work.” Ivory frowned, not liking the sound of that. She knew it was a doctor’s job to know about a patient’s condition and the treatment available for the patients, but… This dude sounded way too confident about the ‘treatment’ he had brought with him. “Where’s his chart?” She asked, and the doctor simply smiled and handed her the tablet he had brought. “I’ll just go ahead and administer the medication.” He announced and proceeded to get a syringe. Ivory, meanwhile, read through the tablet. Her brows furrowed wh

He wrote slowly, his left hand clumsy with the pen. Name: Cale Atlas Rion. DOB: Unknown. Allergies: None. Emergency Contact: Elion Marrow (Husband). He looked at the form. It looked... official. Real. "The doctor will see you now," the receptionist said. They walked back. The exam room was small and smelled of rubbing alcohol. The doctor walked in. He was young, maybe thirty, with messy hair and a stethoscope around his neck. "Hi," he said. "I'm Dr. Aris. Not the neurologist, that's my aunt. I'm the one who stitches up fishermen."

I stayed in the hospital for three days and finally discovered a shocking secret. The doctor who did my ultrasound examination turned out to be a clownfish merman from the bottom of the sea! I secretly observed him for a long time. When he bent down to record the data, I asked in a low voice, "Can you cry out pearls?" The doctor's hand trembled. His pen nearly dropped to the ground as he awkwardly pushed his glasses. "Mrs. Atwater, not all merfolk can produce pearls..."

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Toby immediately snatched the phone out of my hand. "Him? Are you sure?!" "Yeah. Why?" The corner of Toby's mouth twitched. "A week ago, he came to our clinic to treat a colorectal issue and had a few other personal procedures done too. "The guy in the office next to mine was the surgeon. At the time, he was bragging to my coworker that he was dating a wealthy professor who was a germaphobe. "He had some lingering aftereffects from messing around, so he specifically came in to have some corrective surgery done."