Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

he asked, wiping his hands with sanitizer. “I want to be discharged ASAP, doc,” he adjusted himself on the pillow. “You will, Mr. Black. We need to make sure you are well-suited for travel,” he moved closer to Azazel and removed the IV drip. “This is Doctor Shawn, an orthopedic surgeon. He will check a few things to ensure you are safe during travel, and he will contact our branch in France to make sure you have physiotherapy as needed,” the doctor moved out of his way and let Shawn check a few things.

Dominic also came in and said, "Why are you standing, sit down to wait in line because he just came." "Who is he?" I asked, my head spinning to look back. The middle-aged man entered the room I entered earlier. "Doctor, don't you need an orthopedist so your body can recover? Well, that man is the doctor." Thalita and I looked at each other. "She's been treated by a handsome doctor, maybe it's the second doctor." "There are no handsome doctors here, those who work at this clinic are senior doctors around the age of 50, and no one is young. After all, there is only one orthopedist, he has just entered," Dominic explained. If that's not a doctor, then who is he? Who has dared to touch my body?

Nathan deep and authoritative voice reached her and a shiver ran down her spine. “Uh...” she started, “it went good but the patient is still in a very critical situation—.” “—When will he regain his consciousness?” Drake asked cutting off the doctor. Sophia incredulously looked at the newcomer. She was now wondering any of these men were concerned with the patient's health? “Excuse me! Are you even serious?! All of you should be concerned with when he will be healthy not when the man will regain his consciousness! Are you telling the truth of this man being related to you?”

He wouldn't be angry about something like that. Just as the experts felt at a loss, a 30-year-old man appeared in front of them. The young man glanced at them after walking through the door and said, "Doctors, I'm a computer programmer. Recently, my cervical spondylosis has become increasingly serious and I feel dizzy and nauseous. Who can help me?" Director Sun from the orthopedics department approached and said, "Young man, since you are a computer programmer, you must know a bit about science. How can you seek a Chinese medicine practitioner when you are ill? You should go see a Western medicine doctor."

It didn't take long for them to get to the hospital and it was quite easy, considering his position, to quickly set up a meeting with the doctor in charge. "Mr Lockwood," the doctor greeted with a wide smile. He was a fit looking man whose snow colored hair made him look older and his small rectangular shaped glasses made him look wiser. "What a pleasure to have you. To what do I owe this visit?" He asked as they sat. Caleb looked down at the nameplate that had the man's name: Dr Dominic Cornell. Caleb had heard of him. He was one of the best practicing doctors in the state. Caleb sighed and reached into his breast pocket. The doctor watched as he slid two wrapped papers across the table.

I apologized. The doctor shook her head. "It's a normal thing. We doctors are used to it. If we get easily swayed, we won't be able to do our jobs. I'm glad you are taking care of your health. But I still need to address some issues." The way she leaned forward and fixated her eyes on me made it clear that whatever she was going to say would be serious, and I wasn't sure whether I was prepared for it.

she suggested. "No, it's fine," I replied, forcing a smile across my lips. "It was not that serious," I added. "Well, it's okay. Please be cautious next time. Some of these patients are really possessed and always vent out their frustrations on the nurses and doctors," she added, then turned to Sophia. "Hey, look, you should go find the so-called husband who led you to this mess and ran away. Look for him to vent your frustration. Do not, I repeat, do not dare harm our special doctor, please," she warned Sophia.

They say this doctor is proficient in orthopedics and post-injury recovery, and many Olympic champions have done rehabilitation with him. With Egbert's status, it was natural to seek the most famous doctors. What Katt described sounded more like an internet fad. Additionally, insomnia and hair loss fell under internal medicine, while orthopedics was more akin to surgery; they simply weren't comparable. Egbert looked at Katt with a hint of skepticism, almost as if he was asking, "Have you and your husband started engaging in pyramid schemes?" "Alright, then we hope your son recovers quickly!" Katt was a socialite and immediately understood Egbert's polite refusal.

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.

Dr. Hale Duek. OBGYN. I liked his online ad, and he was farther away from my side of town than any other doctor while still being in the same city. Hopefully, I wouldn't run into anyone I knew, and photographers would lose interest as I crossed the track into a less affluent part of the community.