Doctor Octopus Novels & Stories

A tall and a short with wears cloak that covers their faces, and one wears a plague mask. "Doctor, the rats have grown larger since you feed them upon the mountainous corpse at the mountains." the shorter one in a cloak says. "But of course, every one of us has a role to play. Even in death, the Chief and his Hand will serve nutrients for my pets." the Doctor says as he places a rat the size of a cat on the table. The rat heard the Doctor whistling and followed her commands. She then commands the rat to attack the two other members at the table.

And yet, even though Viktor knew that he should get away from there, he couldn't get away from the haunting ritual he was witnessing. The doctor was now suturing the open incision in the corpse. He and Erich watched, mesmerized, at the doctor's work. Viktor kept telling himself that he could still be a doctor dedicated to his work investigating the unknown, seeking new treatments, and developing new techniques. He supposed that the lesions on the doctor's face were just symptoms of some other non-contagious disease the poor wretch suffered from.

The ones who knew her true identity were Rion, Anwen, Trish, Her Highness Cristela, Doctor Alex, and several senior maids. After introducing Odette, Doctor Alex said goodbye to Doctor Jonathan. He and Odette had to go get medicine for the king. He took Odette around, or rather, showed Odette how doctors at that time worked. Then he also showed her what medical techniques were applied and which medical equipment they used. Odette shuddered in horror, as they opened the door of a room, and saw a patient undergoing acupuncture. Some ancient remedies did exist that made people ache even just looking at them, or thinking about them.

Several light bulbs went off in his head as he connected the dots, recognizing the dots, but nothing was comparable to the amount of shock he received. Doubting his own hearing, he focused closely on the voice. Sure enough it was Oliver. Tristan’s eyes grew the size of saucers as he put his drink back onto the table, surprise written all over his face. He paid head to what Oliver was saying, “This is my first time here so I don’t know if you can only ask sex-related questions or get relationship advice too.” He caught Roth’s signature chuckle, “You can ask any kind of questions - the sex doctor would do anything to help you get laid and spice up your sex life.”

Doc shrugged, his smile dissolving into solemnity. "Aw, that sucks. But as Jake Peralta said, all homophobes are secretly gay," I comforted, squeezing his free hand. Doc grinned at the reference, displaying his perfectly aligned teeth. "You know something, Aditi? There's this weird thing. You know opium poppies?"

His wrinkled face and bald head with several cuts on his body made me wonder what this crazy doctor has gone through. He was sent to hide with me while also finding a way to fix the side effect of my condition, but that doctor is definitely a lunatic, ignoring that he had no human emotions at all, he’s also quite an obsessive maniac and right now, his object of obsession seems to be no other than Selena’s young son Oliver.

"You're six weeks gone, my lady," the doctor informed Ophelia after making his way in. "Come again, perhaps I might have misheard you," Ophelia breathed out faintly from where she laid to rest, "perhaps the news is for someone else and not me." "I'm afraid you're the only patient I've had this morning." Ophelia cleared her throat and maintained eye contact with this doctor who she thought had probably gone mad or something. "If this is a joke, I'll advise you to stop it immediately as I am not in a good mood for it," she shot him a flat look.

And before he could tempt me into punching him , I jumped back and did not humour him by answering. But I could not let him win by changing the subject, so I intensified my glare imagining them to be dagges that were slicing away at his beautiful face. Intensifying my glare, I refused to give up without an answer. Just as I prayed for it to work his eyes slowly wandered away, looking anywhere, but eye to eye. "Word goes around." He finally said and seeing my dissatisfaction he elaborated. "It's not a big secret that the Underworld has its first and only doctor. You see the Underworld and its ruler has never been warm and cozy with outsiderss, so it caused quite a ruckus back in Olympus."

Dominic also came in and said, "Why are you standing, sit down to wait in line because he just came." "Who is he?" I asked, my head spinning to look back. The middle-aged man entered the room I entered earlier. "Doctor, don't you need an orthopedist so your body can recover? Well, that man is the doctor." Thalita and I looked at each other. "She's been treated by a handsome doctor, maybe it's the second doctor." "There are no handsome doctors here, those who work at this clinic are senior doctors around the age of 50, and no one is young. After all, there is only one orthopedist, he has just entered," Dominic explained. If that's not a doctor, then who is he? Who has dared to touch my body?

Campbell sheepishly corrects herself, “I’m so sorry. Your Majesty, if you’d like to stand on the other side of the exam table, you’ll both be able to see.” “I quite like the sound of ‘dad,’ actually,” Owen says, and the mingled hope and pride on his face makes my heart squeeze. “All right,” the doctor says, “Relax, this will be cold.” She’s right. The probe is cold, and I change my opinion of the travel toothbrush case to a popsicle for the first few seconds it’s in my vagina. The doctor taps some things on what appears to be a truly ancient keyboard, then turns the screen to face us.