Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

First was my parent's nonchalant attitude towards me, Then there was Sorin who didn't give a damn about me as well and there was Daisy who was beginning to hover around Sorin despite knowing he is married to me. I was still far away in my thoughts when a Doctor tapped my shoulder. "We're here ma'am, the examination will begin soon." He said to me and I nodded. Not long after, another Doctor was introduced to me, he was the one in charge of the Neurology Department. "Hi, ma'am. I'm Dr. Stanley, I'm a neurologist and a neurosurgeon. I will be examining you in a little moment from now." He introduced himself to me and immediately stepped out.

Oh my God! Luckily, Olivia Charlotte, the patient, is the only one he's seen out of the many who came to consult with him. When he glances at the man who's never far from the woman's side, the doctor can see him gently tapping his forehead. Perhaps he's so surprised by the question the wife is throwing at her obstetrician this time.

Chloe nodded. As the doctor dangled a pocket watch before Chloe, the latter’s eyelids gradually grew heavy and she soon fell into a drowsy state. After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened, greeted by the doctor's serious and complex expression. "I can't handle your condition. To get yourself cured, you should consult someone more specialized," the doctor said. Chloe was left stunned. The doctor she was consulting with was well-known in the field of psychology within Docwood. If even this doctor could not handle her case, did that mean she truly had a mental illness?

"And on that subject, I appreciate that you agreed to see me. I'd heard you weren't taking anyone new right now, but you're the therapist my previous doctor recommended, so . . . I thought I'd take a chance." Dr. Slater wrinkled her nose. "Saying that I'm closed to new patients is my way of controlling who I accept and who I don't without hurting feelings. I'm glad you asked." She reached for the tablet on the table in front of her and clicked it on before she ran her fingers over the screen, scrolling. "I have your records from the doctor in Philadelphia, but I notice that there's over a year-long gap between your last appointment there and today."

Vanessa's hand was clinging to Sylvester’s arm as they walked. Since they had booked an appointment online, they headed to one of the doctor's offices. In the hospital, they have up to nine doctors. Among them, Sylvester had picked Dr. Richard. They got to his ward and met his secretary. "We are here to see doctor Richard. We have an appointment with him by 12pm, and it's almost time." "Can you wait a little? He's attending to a patient. He will be back soon." The secretary replied. "You can have a seat." She pointed at the visitor's seat, which was at the other end.

But soon after that, she cried out sharply, "The pain is killing me!" Roxy held Tanya and reassured her, "I got Dr. Silas Chapman to come over, Mom. He's an expert in gastroenterology. I'm sure you'll feel better soon!" "You'll be fine, Mrs. Sloan. You can trust me on that! This is my friend, Ian Walsh. He studied abroad and was mentored by a chief of gastroenterology who is one of the top experts abroad. With him to help you, you'll certainly be cured of your stomach disorder!

I stood in the reception area with the chairs empty and the afternoon light going gold through the windows and the complete, ringing silence of a building that had cleared out. Then I went back to my office and sat at my desk and tried to remember who I was. Dr. Ray Lionel. Gynecologist. Married. Thirty-five years old. A man who had built something real and good, a practice, a reputation, a marriage that was comfortable and genuine and more than many people ever found. A man who was, by any reasonable measure, in possession of a good life. A man who had kissed his married first love in a consultation room six hours ago and had been unable to think about anything else since.

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

"You hear everything." Jane snorted. "He once told me a surgeon cried over a vending machine." "It ate his dollar. He's a sensitive man." Isaiah got up with his empty plate. "There's a young doctor there, though. Dr. Amara Bello. Always polite, always smiling, even at two in the morning, and he greets the cleaners by name. If you ever need a doctor you can trust, Evans, I'd send you to him." I laughed a little. "Why would I need a doctor?"

“Harden, this is fun, but I can’t keep up. You’re like a machine. Maybe you need professional help.” I thought he was joking at first, but he wasn’t. The next day, he slid a business card across the breakfast table. “Dr. Elias Voss,” it read. “Sexual Health Specialist.” Tyler explained he’d heard about him from a friend—some famous sex doctor who dealt with addictions, sensitivities, all that stuff. “He’s got a rep for fixing guys like you,” Tyler said, smirking. “Or at least channeling it productively. And hey, he’s hot as hell, from what I hear. Might be right up your alley.”