Doctor Sleep Novels & Stories

he said instead, laughing internally at his blunt lie. "We are trying to get hold of Ms Billings, but her phone is off." "Ah, yes! I tried to call her too, she's currently dealing with a family emergency abroad, she won't be available for some time. Is there a problem, Doc?" The doctor hesitated and then looked at his staff. "Mr..." "Davids. Kyle Davids." "Mr Davids, do you mind if we speak in my office?" The doctor asked grimly. "Sure." Kyle followed the doctor to his office while the others returned to work. "Doc, what is this about?" He asked once they were settled in his office.

Snyder but he chose to refrain himself. He gritted his teeth silently as he reprimanded himself that this wasn't the right time to make a fuss out of nothing. He should bear with it and endure it no matter what! For the sake of his son! The Doctor smiled and strode towards his sleeping patient and took a careful check on his vitals. His face turned deadly serious as he carefully examined Zadkiel’s eyes. “Nurse, quick! Get the emergency room ready! The patient needs immediate surgery!” he informed directly.

I needed… me back. *** The next day, I found myself standing outside a small, discreet clinic tucked between two apartment buildings downtown. A white sign read: “Dr. Adrian Cole — Specialist in Women’s Health & Confidence.” My hands shook as I pushed the door open. The faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic hit me immediately, tangling with the memory of Ethan’s cologne, the lipstick, the betrayal. My stomach twisted. “Can I help you?” a receptionist asked, smiling warmly. “Yes… I have an appointment with Dr. Cole,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kevin said. "If you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it. Don't think that all diseases can only be solved by surgery. There are too many quintessential parts of our culture that your doctors don't understand!" Sophia said coldly. She glanced at the doctor. "Okay, okay. Then I want to see, what method can you use to make the old man wake up in half an hour." The doctor was very angry and said several good words again and again.

"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."

They'll place him under observation and by morning, he will be discharged. But before the doctor would leave, Sophia said “Sorry doctor, may I ask you a few questions?” Adjusting herself and turning backwards to glance at him. “Yeah, sure,” the doctor replied. “Thanks” she appreciated before starting with her question ”For how long have you been working in this hospital?” Sophia asked, restless to find answers to her questions. “This is my 7th year as the head of the paediatric department” The doctor replied and a calmness flashed through Sophia's face. She had her baby five years ago and it implies, this doctor has always been the head of the department.

Tensed, the two women took their seats infront of the doctor's desk and they exchanged pleasantries with the doctor. The doctor was a man and he looked old. A round, plump and short man with a round face that had a ill-fitting glasses sitting on his face. He looked ugly, had a broken front tooth and when he spoke, the two women could detect the thick Colombian accent he had. He was Colombian too. "So, which of you is sick?" The doctor asked after the exchange of pleasantries. "She is." Delores said, pointing at Sarah. "She's getting fat, she looks pale and sick too. She isn't well." Delores said.

“He has a criminal record! He was in prison before! How could a pure girl like Cordelia be happy to be marrying such a man?” “Then why don’t you ask Cordelia if she’s happy or not?” Seth smirked, and a tinge of pride surfaced on his face. Linda’s cheeks were flushing and turning pale. She was pissed. “Miss, on the first day at medical school, my teacher taught me that the biggest taboo of a doctor is to treat the head when the head aches and treat the foot when the foot hurts. We have to be thorough when analyzing the patient’s medical record and illness. Sometimes, when something is wrong with their liver, we’ll also get doctors from hematology for the consultation!”

The sun had just risen when I finished making rounds in the post-operative ward. I was wearing my white doctor’s coat with a name tag that had become very familiar to many people. The nurses greeted me with respectful smiles, and a few young doctors followed behind me, taking notes on every word I said. It still felt strange every time someone addressed me with that long title, Doctor Sienna, a general surgery specialist who often appeared at national conferences and spoke abroad. But in reality, I had truly reached this point.

"You're not? Then what are you doing here? I have many patients waiting. Would you mind seeing yourself out?" Before her visit, Sarah had ordered a background check on this doctor. His spouse had cancer and required long-term treatment and medication, and although he was the head of the OBGYN department, he wasn’t earning an impressive amount. He could barely afford the expenses of his child's education abroad on top of his partner’s healthcare costs. He needed money. "Do you remember the patient who just left your office?" Of course, he did. Zoey had attended all her prenatal check-ups, and he was her go-to whenever she had doubts about her pregnancy. In fact, he did have a good impression