Doctor Octopus Novels & Stories

How could this be possible? “Winel, find me the specialist now!” Winel frowned. Then, he suddenly said, “Oh! I suddenly remember that I’ve heard from the Little Pepper from the Hauffer family previously that there’s a great doctor in California who’s known as the Immortal Doctor. He specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases. Rumor has it that he could even cure a man’s pregnancy. It should not be tough for him to cure you, Young Master Xenos.” “A man’s pregnancy? Is it even true?”

I told him He was so long in what he was looking at the screen that he took him a minute to response “ ah yes, I just realize that I didn't introduce myself I'm doctor Tony the pack doctor to be exact, I'll be the first to welcome you, Luna, and hmm...” “ Doctor is everything okay ?” the Alpha asked Looking at him he says” yes everything I good it just I have never seen an Omega that healed this quick from her type of injuries” Here we go again “ CYN, SELENE what do I do guys?”

Dr Marshall answers. Here we all are, eagerly staring at the screen as the Doctor puts some clear gel on Becca’s bare stomach. Running a small wand over her tummy as a grainy image begins to fill the screen. Becca is clutching mine, and Damian’s hands and Max is rubbing my shoulders. “So the ovaries look healthy, this is your womb and the little tadpole looking things are …” Dr Marshall begins. “Our pup. We have a pup,” Becca marvels at the image on the screen.

Moon steps back and a middle-aged man with compassionate brown eyes bends over me. I try to look around him to Moon. The man smiles and I forget about Moon. The doctor’s hair is mostly gray and his smile is genuine. “Miss Kinlock, I’m Dr. Santos. Please call me Carlo.” He begins explaining what he needs to do. I’m only half following. The sound of his voice is putting me to sleep. He performs each part of his exam and repeats what and why he’s doing what he’s doing. He shines a light in my eyes and I close them. “I need you to look into the light, Miss Kinlock.” His voice is soft and coaxing.

The first doctor asked the second doctor. "Perhaps, he likes her. He had never given a damn about anyone, he kills both males and females, he's not gender biased yet the Surgeon General from Eastern Ocean City is making him act strangely. Who could have known that the god of war could carry a woman in pain in his own hands?" "Well, the surgeon General has three kids so I doubt if anything romantic can ever subsists between the god of war and the surgeon General," the doctors continued gossiping as they walked away.

Alpha Darius stormed in with that doctor from earlier. “Miss Tannerman, you’re awake. This is a good sign.” The doctor said. I looked at him with a confused look in my eyes, tilting my head to the side. “Oh, yes. We didn’t have the chance to be formally introduced. I’m Richard Santos, the lead doctor for the Running River Pack. You were in a very unusual state. I have been practicing medicine for 10 years, and I have never seen anything like that. I’m quite stumped.” This doctor didn’t look too old, maybe a couple years older than Darius. He ran his hand through his thick brown hair. His hair looked very disheveled, and upon closer inspection, he had scratch marks that were fading along his

Veronica is awakened by her phone as it blares in her ear at 3am. She looks at the caller ID to see its Octavio so she smiles to herself before she answers. It’s been 15 years since Octavio graduated high school. He is a world-renowned neurosurgeon now. He settled in Houston after he met the love of his life Gloria. “It’s late Oct. Is ever-“ She is cut off by the sounds of her sons screams and cries on the other end.

The doctor, a wise and experienced member of the pack, stood ready, his gaze filled with empathy as he prepared to attend to Olivia's needs. Gently laying Olivia upon a nearby examination table, Edward watched anxiously as the doctor began his meticulous assessment. The room was filled with hushed murmurs, the sound of whispered prayers for her swift recovery. Every touch, every diagnostic procedure was executed with utmost care, as if the doctor sought to transfer his own vitality into the fragile form lying before him.

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.