Doctor Strange Novels & Stories

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

My hand dropped from his face and I turned to leave then the door opened. A younger, handsome doctor entered the room. My eyes stayed fixed on him, my heart beating as I watched him adjust his glasses. Then he cleared his throat, breaking my out of my trance. “Hi, I'm Doctor Xavier.” His name sounded familiar. He extended his hand for a handshake and I paused, looking at him from head to toe. The hair was the same, the face structure, the voice and… Oh my God, they had the same eyes.

Orders were given one after another, fast, sharp, precise. But something wasn’t right. Even the doctor could see it. He had handled cases before. Severe ones. Complicated ones. But this… this didn’t fit neatly into anything he knew. “What’s causing the twitching?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. No one answered. Because no one knew. “Run a scan. Now.” They moved quickly, pushing Damien again, this time toward imaging. His body still hadn’t settled. The small movements in his hands were still there, like something deeper was happening beneath the surface.

Sergey Lebedov! I thought to myself, but from the faint widening of his eyes, then I must have said it out loud. “So you know him, then I can assume that you know me as well?!” The same man who was having a knife against my neck said and I gritted my teeth as I glared at him because yes, I fucking know him too. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doctor Ezra? Lola’s cell isn’t this one.” I said sarcastically after standing up and wrapping my hands around my chest and relaxing my stance because now I was sure that they weren’t here to hurt me.

I was surprised! "Ms. Navarro. It's nice seeing you again," he said while smiling. "How are you?" I asked. We are currently walking back to the Hospital. I don't know but I feel very relieved about Doc Sanchez. He is very cool as a Doctor, not like Doc Emman who is very rude and cold. Doc Sanchez is jolly. You will not be afraid to make fun of him as long as your joke is not below the belt. "I'm doing good! You? How are you?" He asked me back.

Xavier asked with a frown. “A hiccup? Why wasn't I told about that? I'll make a call to Meyo Clinic to verify this." Zeke retrieved his phone. "Dr. Sowle, the only Drakonian doctor on the team, is an old friend of mine," he said smugly while dialing a number. Soon, the call was answered. “Dr. Sowle, hello!” While Zeke exchanged pleasantries with Dr. Sowle, Jennifer logged onto Meyo Clinic's official website. There was indeed a Drakonian doctor named Lancelot Sowle on Meyo Clinic's medical team.

It’s the only part of the door that isn’t bulletproof. My shoulders come down from my ears when I see that it’s just the doctor outside with a cart full of equipment. Dr. Santo has an unmistakable appearance – jet black hair and skin as pale as fresh snow. He obviously dyes his hair and it’s laughably unnatural, but he’s also the best OBGYN doctor in the state. Appearances fall to the wayside when you’re that skilled. I open the door, looking past him to doublecheck the hallway before ushering him in.

ADRIANNA POV I signed the consent form before the doctor started. He looks around thirty, but the faint streaks of grey hair in his hair gave him a distinguished look, almost like doctor strange. And he’s also a doctor which made it funnier. I blinked twice and my vision blurred. Is it me or the drugs? Because for a second there I’d have sworn he had a cape.