Doctor-patient Romantic Relationship の小説・ストーリー

Everything had seemed to be going well until Darren stepped in through mg door this morning. “Can you at least promise me that you’ll be careful around him? I don’t know what it is but something feels off about him.” He grabs hold of my hand as he asks. “I promise.” I give his hand a squeeze. I thought Darren was odd as well. A doctor who openly communicates with a patients’ parents to pursue them while they are dying of cancer? It was not the ideal relationship and he was determined to have it anyways. The oddest part is why he would want to have it with me.

Hazel and Chloe looked at him in confusion, what was with the overly happiness meeting them? They walked close to the chairs and sat in front of the doctor. “Doctor, do you know me personally? Hazel asked him politely and the doctor nodded “Not personally but your husband is my friend and patient so I knew I was recieving his wife the moment you made an appointment with your address” “Oh, Hazel opened her mouth slightly “What do you mean by he is patient? Is there something wrong with him? “Nothing much, you don’t have to worry about it” the doctor responded politely.

Behind her stood Tessa, her face twisted into a frown. “Thank God you’re here,” I told Dr. Smith. Her previous patient’s delivery must have been quick—they were in the labor room for less than two hours. I knew I needed to explain my position carefully. “The woman is my brother-in-law’s pregnant wife,” I told Dr. Smith, “and she’s a friend… Given our relationship, I don’t think I should be the one to check on her.” It was a legitimate concern. Medical professionals are trained to identify situations where personal relationships could affect their judgment. Strong emotions might cloud their decisions, which can impact patient care.

You owe her that. With that, he gazed at the operating room door. A doctor came out, took the paperwork the nurse handed him, and asked, "Who's the patient's family?" Only then did Bruno stand up and go over. "I am." "What's your relationship to the patient?" the doctor asked. Bruno glanced at me for a second, then said, "Boyfriend." After he signed the paperwork, the doctor went back in to continue the surgery. The nurse gave me a dirty look and sneered, "So you knew he was already with someone and still went after him? And you even caused his girlfriend to lose her baby."

“It's my first day Ross, I don't want to do that. “Even when my mind is in the clouds and thinking about a hundred things, I have to continue and let go of everything that happened in that cubicle. “Okay, go to your boss, he has a patient in pediatrics, room 304. “It was the room of that grumpy little girl with heavy blood, but I knew I had to continue with my work even though she hated me. When I got to the room, I found that Dr. Mark was already there, sitting on the bed of the little girl with brown eyes and pale skin. He seemed to be good with children, as the girl smiled profusely at him, which he doesn't do with others. It was strange to see them together since it seemed that there was

the doctor continued. These days, it's really hard to come across a patient who understands doctors. The doctor-patient relationship is becoming increasingly tense, and many doctors only dare to put their hearts in their heads before coming to work in the hospital. They even dare not turn their backs to patients during meals, fearing that someone will stab them when they are not paying attention. "Miss Kathy, my request is indeed very unreasonable, and it's okay if you don't agree. There are only five people in the world who secrete hormones that are self-resistant to acetylcholine receptors. I want to request 200cc of your blood for experimental research..."

"They don't have a choice. She transferred my care, documented everything properly. There's nothing to object to except the general principle that doctors and patients shouldn't date, which is more guideline than rule when the doctor isn't actively treating the patient." "Must be nice," Marcus said. "Being able to just... be together without all the drama." "It is. Though I'm sure there will be other drama. Different drama. Normal relationship drama about whose turn it is to take out the trash and whether we're spending Christmas with her family or mine." "God, imagine having normal problems," Vincent said with a laugh. "What would you even do with yourself?" "Enjoy it, probably. After the y

“Lose me?” “No, not that I mean I wanted to walk you to your car so I thought I won't meet up with you again” “Ohh okay” I nodded at him as we both began to walk in silent, “Doctor Allan?” “Hmm” He answered “Is everything okay?” “Yeah sure just wanted to walk with you'’ “Ohh okay” I nodded, “So can I ask you something?” “Sure” “Uhm, the patient that you're treating his case, I heard you guys were once in love and almost got married”

Today was hectic and as usual, I overworked myself. I turn to look at Doctor Sanders. “Since you care to know, relationships are the last thing on my mind right now.” “I wonder why,” he mutters, leaning back against his seat as he stares at me. “I’m surprised you didn’t say men are scum or men are full of shit.” I chuckle slightly. “Right.” I roll my eyes, licking my bottom lip. “How are you holding up?” “Fine. Why?” “Well, it takes a lot of courage and commitment to be able to handle the type of patient we handled today. You were brave, you didn’t even flinch.”

The one thing that I was good at and confident about. "Just call Sheryl in when you leave, Dr. Edwards. When you get the results, let me know and then we can take it from there." He said it so coldly that I felt as if I needed a jacket just to stay in the room. He wasn't look-ing at me, and he moved his hand away from mine. I felt like grabbing his, but there were people walking past his room. That was the problem. The main one, it wasn't about Sophia or even the fact that he was my patient. He had a high profile, and was always in the papers. The press was always quick to write about which girl he was hooking up with and they never lasted long; just a week or two. I couldn't be one of those