Doctor Strange Novels & Stories

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

I wasn't mad. "This is a terrible idea," I exclaimed loudly enough for Axton to hear, but he ignored me. My boots crunched on the gravel as we headed to another building containing offices. The place was another world of its own. Uniformed staff occasionally walked past us, bowing in respect. While we waited for the doctor, Axton whispered words of encouragement to me. "You're not exactly the poster child for trustworthiness," I muttered under my breath. We finally met the specialist, Dr. Johnson, and I was taken aback by his appearance. He seemed insane himself, with discolored teeth, long unkempt mousy hair, and a matching long beard. He wore a black and white striped shirt and matching go

He said to Dominic as they shook hands before he turned to me. “Mystery Doctor,” he called out excitedly, “it is an honor to finally meet you in person.” I was confused, how did he know Dominic? “You must be wondering who I am,” the familiar Doctor began, “you helped me with a difficult surgery a few months ago and I have always wanted to meet you in person but couldn’t do that. Mr Dominic’s mother was my patient and I was the one that told him about you. I didn’t believe he would be able to find you but he clearly did. When he told me someone was performing the surgery, I knew it had to be you and came to see for myself.”

Suddenly, it all seemed ridiculous to me. In the next moment, I reached into my pocket and slowly pulled out my work ID. The crowd gasped. I opened it and held it up. It had a black cover with a gold-embossed national emblem on it, as well as the words "Rose Jennings, Forensic Pathologist." "I'm not refusing to treat your son," I said, calm but loud enough for everyone to hear. "But I'm a forensic doctor." I paused, scanning Florence and her son, who was still pretending to cry.

He shook his head. "No. This isn't an interview." Interesting. "Then what exactly is it?" His mouth curved slightly, but there was no warmth behind it. "I simply wanted to meet the doctor everyone has been talking about." I remained silent. "The formidable Doctor who managed to take the life of her own father," he continued. "It's interesting. Doctors are usually known for saving lives." For a moment, I simply looked at him, not because I was surprised. Because I was measuring him. People revealed themselves in small moments. In the words they chose. In the things they tried to make sound innocent.

Hearing what the male detective just said Jackson should have been furious or surprised. But instead, he laughed. Seeing Jackson’s unpredictable and different reaction they became confused a little but didn't let him see that. “That’s the funniest thing that I've heard in a while.” Jackson continued laughing. “What’s so funny?” Jean was annoyed with the male Doctor who was laughing at them. The doctor stopped his laughter and spoke. “It's funny how you think that no doctor can get the simple analysis right without doing an autopsy himself. I mean the signs are all visible and anyone in the medical field can analyze them like me if they are observant enough.” Jackson replied with a smile.

He continued, "But, sir. May I ask you something?" "Yes, go ahead!" Xavier said, still maintaining his calm expression. "Over the past few months, you've seen hundreds of doctors, and they've all said that they can't cure your illness. In fact, they don't even know what kind of illness you have. Then, how is it possible that you are now cured?" Gavin asked, furrowing his brow. Joss snorted, "You mean ... you're saying that Mr. Xavier is lying?" Gavin's eyes widened and he immediately knelt in front of Xavier, "Oh, please forgive me, Sir. I ... didn't think you were lying. I ... how could I dare to think that?"

Martina nodded and replied, "I'm the neurologist who will be performing surgery on a patient with a grade 4 brain tumor." Dr. Dwayne was shocked and asked, "Dr. Martina Luis Castillo?" Martina nodded in affirmation. Dr. Dwayne couldn't believe it and said, "And you've agreed to go on a date with me? A famous doctor like you?" Martina smiled and thought to herself, ‘If only he knew that she was also a mafia.’ “Can I go see the patient?" Martina asked. Dr. Dwayne nodded in response. He considered telling Martina the truth about the patient but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he warned her,

The application of wrong drugs and wrong treatment methods turned him into a psychopath who became extremely violent and hurt people, finding pleasure in hearing their screams and sufferings. Draco had met a chained and heavily restrained Fat Joe about five years ago when he was just 17 years old and was able to tame him and make him execute all his torture fantasies. What was even surprising was that Fat Joe, who could only be controlled under the influence of strong sleeping drugs and injections, was able to recognize Draco as his boss and even acted as if he had seen a father figure and was on a very respectful and well behaved behavior when he saw Draco. The person being tortured was the