Doctor Slave Novels & Stories

She inquired. "Yep." "What kind of ailment? Tell him to share his medical records with me; maybe I can help him..." Shawn suddenly looked at her, chuckling in frustration, "Dr. Jones, you're an orthopedic doctor, not a specialist in male health." Can she please remember she's a doctor while also maintaining the awareness of a married woman? She already mentioned that there's an ailment! How can a female doctor chase after a man to check his male health?

On the way, I stopped by a computer store, buying some more surveillance equipment; those tiny cameras seemed crucial for my plan. Finally, I arrived at my destination, the clinic. Dr. Dewi, the clinic owner, was familiar to me. So I felt comfortable discussing my issue with her. I had already scheduled an appointment, so I could consult with her at length this afternoon. Dr. Dewi was a specialist in Dermatology and Venereology. "Please come in, Ms. Dita. How can I assist you?" Dr. Dita gestured for me to sit in front of her. I then proceeded to tell her all my grievances about Mr. Chandra's actions.

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,

"Granny, Mr. Goddard and the big-shot professors are busy! Maybe try booking with another doctor?" The old man was shaking like a leaf, pleading, "I wouldn't bug the bigwigs if I had a choice, but only the dean and the profs can handle my op. Please, doctor, I'm begging you…" He did not get to finish. A towering doctor, Daniel Charlton, with a frosty mug walked up. The nurse piped up quickly, "Dr. Charlton, you're here!" Daniel was all ice, "Yeah, what's the deal?"

Simone marveled at the crowd. Dustin frowned. He had heard someone talk about it a few days ago. The physician was a local of Rivenesco. After becoming famous elsewhere, he returned to his hometown. His mind quickly scanned through the well-known doctors listed on the physician’s website. The number of famous physicians in the country was not as many as in the West, so Dustin quickly identified him. This physician was a top grade physician on the medical website. “In any case, we’re stuck here and can’t move ahead. Why don’t I queue up and visit that physician too?” Simone smiled at Dustin. “I heard that he specializes in gynecology, and I’ve been feeling unwell lately.”

I say with a smile as the doctor sits down on a round chair with wheels. He pushes himself off the table, rolling towards me as I sit on the bed watching him. As he has just started taking my vitals and listening to my breathing and my heartbeat as Alpha Noah comes in. Doctor Koppler rolls to a sideboard to take his appliances to take a sample of my blood while the Alpha just stands there, watching us with crossed arms. He wears a frown as he observes every one of Doctor Koppler starts filling small vials with my blood. I try to keep calm, ignoring his intense gaze, fighting the urge to squirm in my seat.

the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off. Sloane quickly turned and got off the bed. “Doctor," she responded while wiping tears off her face. “Good morning, ma'am. Please, I would love to see you in my office." The doctor left and they followed him into his office. While Sloane was seated, Carlo chose to stand. "Please, go on,” Sloane said. "What was your call about?” The doctor stole a glance at Carlo. Sloane understood the situation and cut in. "Please, you can speak freely,” she said. "He is my husband.”

"Hey, cut me some slack. She's new here, I just didn't want anything bad happening on my watch." I chuckled weakly, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest. "You guys are too much. Seriously, though, what did the doctors say? Am I good to go, or...?" Before they could answer, the door swung open, and a doctor walked in, middle-aged guy with a clipboard, white coat, the whole deal. He smiled at me, checking the monitors. "Miss Travison, good to see you awake. I'm Dr. Harlan. How are you feeling?"

she asked, sizing me up and down. “No,” I admitted. She shocked me when she said, “Sorry, ma’am. Without an appointment, the doctor can’t see you.” God! How did I forget about that? I couldn't not just go back home after all this just like that! “Please,” I said. “I really need to see him. Can’t you register me now?” She gave me an apologetic smile and shook her head. “This is Professor Howard Kane. He’s the best in the country. You need to make a reservation at least a month in advance.”

"Are you hurt anywhere? Before we go, I should check you. The drugs they gave you, the stress—" "You’re a doctor?" Sophia asked, surprised. "I am." His smile was soft, nothing like the sharp business acumen she'd expected. "I specialize in trauma recovery. I've been preparing for this day for a long time, hoping I'd get to help you heal from whatever you'd been through." The thoughtfulness of it, that he'd chosen a profession that would help her specifically made Sophia's chest tight with emotion. ADA Chen stepped forward. "Dr. Dante, if you can examine Mrs. Blackwood tonight and record any signs of poisoning or abuse, it will help our case a lot."