Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

"Next patient, please," Marilyn loved her job. She was a doctor and an expert in Men's health. She specialised in men's health for two reasons. One was to throw a slap in the face of men who thought they understood women and got to yap about it on social media. Two, she probably loved dicks a little too much.

The receptionist's speech sounded like a marketing spiel. The receptionist saw the skeptical look on his face. She was unfazed. “ This facility is known for its quality of service. We have only two doctors here, Dr. Chloe Atkins, the owner of the facility, and Dr. Matthew Fox. They are well trained and versed in the psychology of the mind. Dr. Chloe has refused to hire more doctors and expand the business because she wants to handle the clients herself. After a careful and lengthy vetting process, she hired Dr. Matthew. It has been two of them since. And I'm sure it'll be the two of them in the foreseeable future.”

"There were a few days when he seemed fine, but his condition has worsened lately. I've taken him to several hospitals, but none of the doctors have been able to help. "As you know, he's quite old, which only makes things harder. But a friend recently told me about a doctor who might be able to cure him completely. "They're elusive, though. They only take bookings online and never show their face in person. Even the York family has tried to find this doctor. They go by the name Dr. Whiz."

Denzel was truly grateful. "My pleasure. Well my friend is a doctor at the National Hospital. Here is the card. You can give him my name and he can guide you more". He handed Denzel a card. “Krist Perawat Sangpotirat". Denzel read out the name. "Yes. He is a specialist in dealing with infertility cases. In the evenings. You can always visit him after appointment. I hope he will help you more". His professor told. Denzel stood up shaking hand with him with a grateful smile.

"Hypnosis isn't my specialty. I can design a treatment plan, study the condition—but performing hypnosis… that's not my strength. "However, Dr. Dole is quite capable. He's an expert in this field; even Dr. Galen recommended him. Dr. Dole may have a penchant for small advantages, but his character is solid. He's currently staying with me, so if you need him, you can come to him anytime." Sharon's gaze softened, mingling gratitude and a hint of guilt. "Thank you, Uriah." He said nothing further, simply patted her shoulder gently—a quiet acknowledgment of her inner turmoil.

Louis guessed. That seemed like the most logical explanation. Having practiced medicine for years, he knew better than anyone how unpredictable patients' tempers could be. “Something like that…” Adora replied vaguely. “You might want to consider trying alternative medicine. Do you remember the senior specialist who guided me remotely during your acupuncture session? His name is Richard Bell. "He works at Capital Medical Center. If you’d like… I can send you his consultation schedule,” Louis offered. He knew he was probably overstepping again but reminded himself this was simply a doctor's instinct—to ease a patient’s suffering. It was professional ethics.

Tomorrow is the late Sir Frederick Gunther’s death anniversary, so that will be the perfect time for them to confront me about the test results. "Mrs. Gunther, the test results are ready. I am sorry to have kept you waiting; I needed to see a patient whose mother was panicking," Mr. Sloan explained as he closed the door behind him; he rushed to his seat. Mr. Sloan is the family’s gynecologist and deals with the childbirth of every Gunther. He is around his late sixties or seventies yet still looks strong and agile. When I came to tell him the result, Mr. Sloan looked at me with so much intent; there I could also see that he pitied me.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. "Is the patient here Ms. Camilla Sloan?" Kate looked him over. "Are you the best doctor here?" The doctor chuckled. "That would be Dr. Julia Falken. She asked me to come over from the hospital next door because a friend of hers needed medical attention. Since Ms. Sloan is Dr. Julia's friend, she's a friend of mine, too. Nice to meet you. I'm Dylan Cheshire. Just call me Dr. Cheshire." Kate nodded. "Ms. Sloan is inside. Please come in."

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.