Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

I surprisingly raised my head. Perhaps because she spoke out about the burdens in heart, her health was also improved, she seemed to be more and more comfortable. Every day, she whispered in my ear, saying half-true and half-false words: - Doctor, I'm not an expert, but seems that you want to make a national reconciliation, doesn't it? Are you sure you understood the customer's request? - I did some online research about your clinic. Do you know why he chose this clinic? - This place is very famous for the treatments, which break the rule, in both good and bad meaning, almost like following the customer's request, regardless of the principals.

Istri seorang dokter. Setahunya, seorang dokter biasanya akan menikah dengan orang yang berprofesi sama. Namun, mungkin ini sudah menjadi jalan jodohnya. Dia yang hanya karyawati biasa ditakdirkan menjadi pendamping hidup bagi seorang penyembuh. Tak terasa waktu berlalu, jarum jam di dinding menunjukkan angka lima. Itu berarti dua jam lagi keluarga Janu akan datang dan mereka harus siap menyambutnya.

Doctor Theo cleared his throat softly as he glanced at a young doctor standing next to him. "Marital status?" asked Dr. Theo again. Leah smiled faintly. "Single," she replied softly. The doctor nodded his head, then continued with other questions, finally asking if Leah remembered what had caused her to be in the hospital. Leah shook her head and replied that she didn't remember anything.

But he has started to make women interested in his look. "Maybe you are suffering from dehydration," the doctor answered while swallowing his saliva. Vincent nodded slowly and thought a little. You can check with my colleagues. I'll refer you to Doctor Bill Fordham if you don't mind." The doctor asked again about Vincent's willingness. Vincent smiled, then nodded. "Sure Doctor..." "Stevani, just call me Stevani," interrupted the beautiful doctor. Vincent widened his deadly smile again and nodded.

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

Steven's untimely demise. Damon stepped forward, introducing the physician with a blend of formality and warmth. "Allow me to present Dr. Julian Hartman," he announced, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of respect. "He comes highly recommended and is renowned for his expertise in obstetrics and gynecology."

The principal couldn’t reject his offer—she didn’t want to, either. Diana asked curiously, “Is Doreen’s grandfather very skilled?” The principal shook her head. “Not just skilled. He’s top-notch, one of the greatest doctors in the country.” Top-notch, greatest doctor… Diana kept in mind the words the principal used to describe him. She began searching for Shiloh’s name the moment she left the principal’s office. Her search garnered a bunch of results. She slowly read through the articles and webpages. Admiration and respect for this great doctor grew in her heart.

“I’m taking you to our family doctor, Dr. Levi. He’s been the Barrington’s physician since I can remember.” “That doesn’t make me feel any better.” I blew my nose and handed the tissue back to him. Holding the tissue with two fingers, he dropped it into the waste basket. Sugar Dumpling, you have nothing to worry about.” James kissed my forehead. I hoped he was right. *** Dr. Levi was as old as I expected. He had a kind face with a bulbous nose that spoke of his love for alcohol. But his eyes were sharp and clear, like a ferret’s.

Soon enough I saw a nurse walking towards me as she stops in front of me; "Good morning ma'am, you must be miss Dawson, am sorry to inform you that doctor Charles isn't available at the moment but he has instructed me to have another doctor attend to you," she said as she looked at me in a way of asking if I was okay with it, doctor Charles is like a family friend of ours, I always meet him for anything concerning my health, it has always been like that, if he's not here to attend to me, it means he's very busy.

“Are you even a real doctor, or are you just playing dress-up?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quaking into an amused grin. “Hmm… and why is that?” “You shouldn’t say things like that to your patient,” she said, frowning slightly. He let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes, my mouth doesn’t come with a filter. But for your peace of mind, yes, I am a surgeon specializing in neurology.” He extended his hand toward her. “Blaze Vitale. I graduated from Harvard as a scholar, and my license number is 222431.”