Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

"I've got your new tonic. Dr. Hallis says it'll help with the fatigue." "Dr. Hallis." I said the name flat. "Who's that?" "Oh, he's wonderful, he specializes in wolves with heart conditions." Calla was already pouring a small measure into a spoon, not even glancing my way. "He came highly recommended from one of the border packs." "How long's he been seeing her?" "A few weeks now. Why?" "Because I don't recognize the name, and I used to know every doctor who ever touched her file." I kept my voice even, but something under my ribs had gone tight and cold. "What's in it?"

Devon reached over, clasped my hand and gave it a quick squeeze as the doors slid open. When we reached the suite, the door read Dr. Meera Dhoot, M.D. Infertility Specialization. I placed my hand on the door but before we went in, I turned to Devon. "No matter what happens, I want you to know I appreciate the effort and what you did for your brother and I." He smiled and nodded and we went inside. After filling out mountains of paperwork, we waited for the good doctor to appear and about ten minutes later, she did.

Theo turned the phone around. On the screen was a list. The Brookhaven Medical Board, the public website, where anyone could look up a doctor's license. "I looked up Dr. R. Lowell," Theo said. "Women's health. Crane Street." "And?" "And there isn't one." Theo scrolled. "There's a Dr. Lowell who's a dentist in Lakeport. There's a Dr. Lowell who's seventy-nine and retired in Florida. There's no Dr. Lowell licensed to practice medicine anywhere in this city."

It was Phoebe, who stood at her side that couldn’t help but lean in to whisper, some pride clearly evident upon her face, “Have you heard of the title Immortal Doctor, Mom?” Grace shook her head. “What Immortal Doctor? I only know that the country’s best imperial doctor is called Wallace Yoke! Back then, I wondered if you could be his apprentice to study under him. It was a pity there wasn’t a chance at all. Due to some reasons, Mr. Wallace refuses to accept female apprentices… I wanted to invite Mr. Wallace initially, but your father’s condition is mainly due to the brain. Traditional medicine may not be as effective in this regard, and it’s better to have modern doctors look at him. I have

Even her unconsciousness did not help her with the pain. Richard opened the door and the doctor came into my bedroom. He checked up that slave from head to toe. I stepped out of the room as the doctor was checking her up. He then came to me, shaking his head in a disappointed way. Doctor Denis bowed his head in front of me, asking my permission. I signalled him to speak up.

“You’re early.” “Yes,” the doctor nodded, dropping the seemingly heavy leather handbag on the floor near his feet with a loud thud. “I apologize, sir. I wasn’t aware that there would be a pack meeting at this hour.” “It’s fine,” he then grabbed my wrist and stepped out of the room, pulling me with him. After closing the door behind him, he continued, “My servant is bruised. I’d like to have her treated” “Oh...” The doctor seemed shocked, which I understood. It was extremely rare for werewolves to have their slaves taken to the doctor, after all. He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and nodded obediently in reply instead.

he gestured to the table filled with a variety of snacks. Adriel shook her head. "Everything's alright, grandpa. I'm fine with everything here. By the way," she said, glancing at the new person standing on their balcony. "Who's that woman?" she asked. "Oh, that's Doctor Dorothy," he said. "She's someone I know from when I was handling a hospital. She's the greatest OB-GYN in the entire country, so I called her over here. Fortunately, she doesn't live that far from here, so she's able to arrive today.

They had just met. He shook it off and remembered what they were talking about. "What Doctor is performing the surgery?” He asked her. “Dr. Schumpert, with Our Ladies Of Mercy hospital. He specializes in my mother's illness," she supplied. He didn't seem bothered in the least about the information she had just given him. He spoke. “Are you comfortable with all of the terms I've divulged so far?" He watched her empty her champagne glass.

- Smilingly saying of the doctor. "We will do our best to formulate the next best serum to secure your health Doc." - Grace said. After a week, the condition of the doctor became severe and unstoppable. The doctor's immune system became weak and skinny just like the slaves on Earth. Knowingly that the doctor is still in the isolation area, the other nurses and doctors felt the same symptoms as the first doctor felt. Grace worried more on her health because she is the nearest close contact of all infected person but she never felt any symptoms.

Celeste agitatedly answered. The look on her face changed from being sweet to being formal. She took a bite of the cake and sip through the cup of coffee. "I also love the bitter taste of coffee, Dr. Aster. So don't assume. Now let us go back to business." Celeste gave Clive a professional and sinister look. "It is an honor to have you with us Dr. Aster. As a doctor with multiple specializations, I will assign you as head of the Emergency Department and a consultant as well of the Surgery Department for Neurology and Cardiac Subspecialties."