Doctor Stranger Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t distinguish if it was pride for F*cking up his godly face, or pity. “Let me see your face.” I finally spoke. If we were truely working together, then I might as well make some sort of effort, even if he is a prick. “Haven’t you done enough?” He said coldly and shot me with his deadly glare. Too bad it didn’t faze me in the slightest. “The doc here sucks at popping body parts back into place. I can tell he didn’t do it properly.” I said annoyed. It’s true. Our doctor is a genius, but has never broken a bone in his body.

Said the doctor and then left her there with Brian. He was impressed by her social skills. He just giggled looking at her... "Why are you so happy?" She asked gently and politely. "I am just impressed. You are a social butterfly, can talk to anyone and they won't get mad at you." He said. She just tilted her head in confusion, "What do you mean, doctor Brian?" He giggled once again. "She is the toughest doctor in our hospital, she doesn't talk to anyone. And if she does talk to someone, it means she is being sarcastic...but the way you spoke to her, I guess she melted." He said.

"Watch your tongue. Aren't you the doctor or are you a quack?" He retorted, glaring at me. "What! A quack? I saved his life, mister, if you had forgotten!" I wanted to scream at him but I managed to control myself. Instead, I gave him a glare that seem to tell him what I was thinking! He had a look that matched mine perfectly as he shrugged with his reply. “I have no idea. You tell me. You're the doctor after all.”

“There is a saying that the past is not good to remember. The better thing to do is plan for the future because the future is a much better thing.” “Who was the doctor who said that your amnesia would never be cured?” “Doctor Jacob, the doctor who treated us from the accident until we recovered now.” “That means Doctor Jacob is a very stupid doctor.” “Stupid? Why do you say he is stupid?” “Of course, I said he was stupid. At first, he said that your amnesia would only last temporarily, but now suddenly he said that your amnesia would never be cured forever. Why can a doctor as stupid as him work in a highly qualified hospital?”

The man watched serenely as Matt ran in circles, trying to put himself out. “First-degree burns. Maybe second if he doesn’t stop, drop, and roll.” "How do you know that?" I asked, pushing myself up and dusting off my skirt. I stared at him. “How do you know?” He exhaled mint smoke. “I'm a doctor,” Doctor huh? “And you're smoking? Isn't that like terrible for your health, Doc?” He turned to me—long, unhurried look, his gaze lingering on my neck for the second time.

“Thank you so much. I….I do not know what happened. I am so sorry.” The doctor, whose name tag says ‘Dr. Wanni,’ smiled warmly and did some thing I never expected. She reached out and tapped me playfully on the shoulder. “It happens to the best of us. Do not let it shake you. So, what is the trouble? Mate problems?” Her direct attitude was so unexpected that I almost laughed. But I managed to smile weakly. “It is…not that. Not exactly. I just have a lot in my mind. I need to clear my head.”

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

The doctor reportedly said with a courteous smile on his face," I didn't. I can understand he is tensed, and it's usual. We are trying our best. But I can’t yet say whether the damage is permanent. Let's just hope for the best. "Thank you, Doc," Mrs. Mcmaster said through her broken voice result of crying for a long time. "You're welcome. I was just performing my duty, don't need to thank me," The doctor said obligingly. He turned and was leaving, and said while narrowing his eyes at Ryan, who just lowered his gaze after hearing Doctor's verse, "Money is not everything. And please, let us do our job instead of hindering our work this way. And please don't forget, we are no God,"

No, my apartment isn’t the problem, you idiot, he wanted to say. This man, this Doctor who sat talking about how tough moves are and how long it takes to settle in and perhaps that’s why he kept conking out during the day, reeked of failure. The dangerous kind found in those who pile on the diplomas while ignoring the real, painful human suffering behind the multi-syllabic words and indecipherable jibber-jabber they scrawl on their prescription pads. He was tired. A point he’d made with this quack. Or at least one he hoped he’d made.

He kept doing things I didn’t understand. “I need answers!” I shouted, grabbing his shirt. The doctor didn’t even flinch. He simply stared at me. It was clear this wasn’t his first time dealing with someone like me. In a city like this, he must have encountered men from the mafia before. “You are delaying her treatment,” he said calmly. “The sooner you let go of me, the sooner I can diagnose her.” My grip loosened immediately, and I let him continue doing what he knew best, saving lives.