Doctor Rofatnik Novels & Stories

Elijah Carter. Elena’s brother. For a heartbeat, the room spun. My mind scrambled, torn between disbelief and the sudden pounding of my heart. What the hell was he doing here? The surgeon gestured toward him. “Mr. Rothschild, Mrs. Rothschild, allow me to introduce Dr. Elijah Carter. He is one of the leading neurosurgeons here at Cosmopolitan. He has extensive experience with these kinds of infections. If anyone can manage this case, it’s him.”

"He comes highly recommended and is renowned for his expertise in obstetrics and gynecology." Dr. Hartman extended a hand in greeting, his touch firm yet gentle. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Lotus," he said, his voice resonating with a soothing timbre. "I understand the weight of responsibility that lies upon my shoulders, and I assure you that I will do everything in my power to ensure your well-being and that of your unborn child."

"We'll see." The doctor stared at the menacing spectre of Vladimir Sitnikov. No doubt he had heard of the Russian mobster, but he gave no indication, treating the pair like any other couple that might come through his emergency room. He sighed and waved Sitnikov back. "I have something I must tell your fiancé. You may want to sit, as this could also affect your future." Sitnikov frowned. He didn't sit. "Speak, old man."

But now I’m going to be really nervous. “We will have to have a Mazifikian taste her food…” Bart suggested meeting my gaze. Maybe? Will that work? “Even if that’s done Bart, if it’s a slow-acting poison like this was, we won't know until hours later when the effects finally show up.” Robert replied with a frown. “The bad part is Monica’s husband, Doctor Mutinex, was a renowned doctor who was known for concocting new medicines. She was his assistant and research partner for the last fifteen years. She has even created medicines used to amplify healing and recovery times among other things. Her knowledge of poisons and medicines is extensive. Much better than my own to a degree.”

His eyes automatically roamed from the bare stick-like legs to the glowing face of Darika who was looking superbly cute in a Micky mouse-printed T-shirt and shorts. "Ahem", Rohan cleared his throat and glared at Arthit. "Who are you, Mr.? And why do you come here at midnight?", Rohan's voice was cold and Arthit understood that Darika's uncle didn't like his appearance at all. "Aa! I'm Dr. Arthit Arjun Kashyap. Cardiologist at K&K hospital", Arthit introduced himself and slightly bowed his head in giving respect to Rohan.

I want a glass of water…” Rofan left the room and quickly returned with a glass of water. Nabil had become so weak he couldn’t hold the glass. Rofan helped him drink, then placed the glass back on the table. Rofan: “Should I call the doctor?” Nabil raised his hand into the air, then it fell lifelessly. He was dead, with Nour’s demonic finger marks still visible on his neck and his eyes closed. Rofan screamed. She ran to the living room, grabbed the phone from the table, and called the doctor. Rofan: “Hello?” Dr. Ziad: “Hello?” Rofan: “Mr. Nabil Is sick. He couldn’t breathe, asked for a glass of water, I brought it to him, he drank, and then he lost consciousness!” Dr. Ziad: “I’m coming immed

I felt my chest was bare but on fire and a man was standing over me. He was older, only grey was the color of his beard or hair. He seemed to be over 6 feet tall with a heavy peppermint smell to him. It reminded me of the time I got into the liquor cabinet and that was the only thing no one would notice was missing, peppermint schnapps. I was sick for days, and it was noticed. “Who are you? Where is Nikola?” I said processing my thoughts trying to cover myself. “Calm down please, I will explain. I am Dr. Roberts, the pack doctor. Nikola needed to get some air and should be back any moment.” He said taking a seat next to me. “You have him quiet worked up.”

Kabir POV: Last week Chloe Wolf brain surgery was successful. Doctor. Robin Witterman who is neurosurgeon of London and his team spend entire 18 hours and finally gave me news that I was looking forward to “Surgery is successful; she shall be awake in next 48 hours” Doctor. Robin Witterman had informed me.

He picked up a shrimp and passed it before Rita, but Rita took no motion. Instead she looked at him and said. "Liam.." "Doctor Houghton's having a trip in F city, he's a Neurologist. I made an appointment with him, he'll look at your leg this afternoon." Liam interrupted her. Barney Houghton was a world- famous neurologist. But he had retired and was a cranky person, it was really hard to make a appointment with him. Rita thought of seeing Doctor Houghton once, but could not get a hold of him. So she had only to give up. Now to her surprise, Liam made an appointment for her.

Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks.