Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

We eventually reached the doctor’s office and an old woman sat in the chair. “Mr. and Mrs. Silvermane, I am so pleased to have you as my patient”. She said in a soft yet professional tone. I could tell she was very qualified in women’s and children’s health by all the plaques that lined her walls. “I am Doctor Shelly Michael’s” she said, whilst reaching her hand out to shake our hands. We both did and soon she gestured for us to follow her. She led us to a room where there was an examination bed and a sonar machine.

Xavier asked with a frown. “A hiccup? Why wasn't I told about that? I'll make a call to Meyo Clinic to verify this." Zeke retrieved his phone. "Dr. Sowle, the only Drakonian doctor on the team, is an old friend of mine," he said smugly while dialing a number. Soon, the call was answered. “Dr. Sowle, hello!” While Zeke exchanged pleasantries with Dr. Sowle, Jennifer logged onto Meyo Clinic's official website. There was indeed a Drakonian doctor named Lancelot Sowle on Meyo Clinic's medical team.

“I mean – if I’m not being too nosy.” “Not being nosy at all,” he said cheerfully. “You’re making conversation and hell, I know what you do.” “True.” “I’m a doctor,” he said. “Private practice now.” Jo stared at this man who wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover or catwalk, tried to imagine him strolling around in a white coat and with a stethoscope dangling around his neck. She utterly failed. “A doctor?” “Yep.” “Mac is actually one of the top neurologists in the country,” Zoe said. “In crazy demand too, so he travels all over doing consultations on the hardest cases, the ones that hospitals can’t handle.”

He was asking so many questions that I barely had time to answer anyone. The doctor who had on black scrubs suddenly appeared and I made to sit up. I wished it was a woman, not to be sexist but I open up better when it's a woman treating me. He must have known who Nik was because he had this air that commanded respect around him that even the doctor differed to. “Hello, I'm Dr Salazar, and I'm an O&G specialist.” The next few minutes involved a lot of fussing and going over my history, so Alex stepped out giving the rest of us privacy.

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.

She said: Dutch. He waved her off, though his voice carried none of its usual steady confidence. He said: I'm fine, just a dizzy spell. Comes with getting old, Sloane, nothing to fuss over. She said, firm despite her worry: you've had a lot of dizzy spells lately. I've noticed, even if you've hoped I wouldn't. I'm calling Dr. Ren. *** Dr. Ren arrived within the hour, and her examination, brief but thorough, ended with an expression of careful, professional concern that made Sloane's stomach drop entirely.

I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o

“A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…” “Young?” The doctor said. “I am. I turn eighteen next month.” “How can you be a doctor?” I asked. “It’s a family business. I’ve studied medicine like you’ve studied how to be a Luna,” he said. “I see. Shall we get this over with, Doctor James?” I asked. “Of course. You can call me Doctor Sylvester, it’s the family name,” Doctor James said. “Isn’t it customary to call doctors by their first name?” I asked.

Wolves heal fast and by the time I get to the pack doctor, I’m sure he’ll tell me that everything is okay. We have two doctors on staff. One is a man, Doctor Pearson, who primarily deals with major injuries and the other is a woman, Doctor Hudson, who primarily deals with pregnancies and children. I was surprised to see Doctor Hudson walk through the door. She smiles up at me and says, “Hey there, Violet. We heard you got into a bit of a tussle earlier. But because you’re overdue on some things with me, we thought it would be best just to do everything together.”

Doctor Dolores took a step back, then shook her head. “Don’t do that. Becoming a doctor is my way of making money. I became a celebgram also because of my profession. What will happen if the medical association finds out what happened?” Doctor Dolores pleaded. “You think I care?” Nicko quipped. “Please, Young Master, don’t do this. I will stop bothering you! I will not insult your wife again,” the young doctor pleaded again.