Doctor Stranger Quotes Novels & Stories

He says. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck." I say. "That's to be expected right now. You need to take it easy sweetie." The doctor says. "It's good to see you again doc." I said. "I've missed you calling me doc. You're the only one that ever has." He says smiling at me. "Yeah. Jackson's always telling me that I need to show more respect." I say and Jackson chuckled at that. "As you can see, I haven't had much luck." Jackson says leaning down and kissing me.

But he was merely a doctor, incapable of comprehending my pain. "Perhaps she is losing her mind," I knew that was what he was thinking. Yes, I must have seemed mad. Did he think I was joking? "What? What are you saying, Marlie?" he sputtered. By then, he knew I was serious. "I am a doctor and I advise you-" "Keep it to yourself!" I interrupted, storming out of the room. However, that doctor persisted, incessantly buzzing with words of caution. "You cannot simply storm into someone's place and claim his life!" He said righteously.

“You are in the final stage of cancer.” The doctor told me, but I smirked and slapped hard on his table. I still continued to laugh as he stared at me in astonishment. “Are you alright, Mr. Quizon?” He asked as I stared at him and laughed even more. “Are you asking if I'm okay?” I said, but he just frowned and there were still his strange stares at me. “Do you think I'm okay?” I shouted as I stood up.

“Oh please. I wasn’t that nervous.” “You were gripping the armrest like it insulted your ancestors.” I nudge him, and he laughs—low and soft. “You didn’t have to do all the talking,” I mutter. “You were giving full interrogation energy.” “I was being efficient.” “You were being terrifying.” “Same thing.” “I think the doctor was afraid to blink.” “She blinked four times.” “You counted?” “She was sweating. Not ideal for someone handling prescriptions.” “You do realize not everyone can survive your CEO death-stare?”

To ME! “Doc, again, there must be some type of misunderstanding here,” I say, thinking fast, “He made her say that. He made her take out that restraining order. You don’t know half of it. He’s very powerful. You don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s making me look insane.” “Ok then,” the doctor says, focusing on me in a way that makes me feel distinctly uneasy, “ Let’s talk about what you said to him. That you would kill him. We have several witnesses attesting to the fact that you threatened his life.”

"Do you have any other questions Dr. Aster?" "Well, I accept the position for now, but I have to inform you that I will be flying to and from Country S from time to time because I am also a consultant in Liberty Hospital in Country S." "I wonder why the great Dr. Aster, suddenly appear here at a City Hospital? I was informed by the City Health Office that they will fly in a new consultant for the City Hospital. But I didn't expect it to be you." "Before you left, 5 years ago, you told me that you are not coming back anymore." Celeste asked while raising her perfectly lined eyebrow.

Was he asleep when God was giving people common sense? The doctor took a step forward, gesturing dismissively toward me. “So, let me get this straight. You’re claiming you can determine the cause of death just by looking at the body? And yet, we don’t even know who you are! Maybe you're just here to make fun of the deceased, or worse—do some twisted experiment on her body!” I frowned deeply, my lips pressing into a tight line. Yes, he was definitely asleep. How stupid can one be to say something like this in front of the deceased daughter father?

He said through gritted teeth, "Can traditional medicine doctors cure sicknesses? They're just a bunch of charlatans and witch doctors who only cause trouble. What else are they capable of? Dr. Queen, I'm warning you, this is a matter of life and death!" The man in glasses was furious to see his ideal woman speaking up for Sebastian. "Dr. Letterman, this patient needs to be operated on at once. He seems to be in a critical condition," a nurse said to Mark Letterman, the man in glasses. Mark was one of the doctors at Midvale Hospital, and he was fairly well known in Steinberg's medical community. When the officers who were maintaining order heard that he was Mark from Midvale Hospital, they a

Malik’s POV The doctor came out a little after one in the morning, wiping his hands, and said the words that made the whole house exhale at once. "Through and through. Missed the artery by a hair I don't want to think about, missed the joint entirely. He'll keep the arm. He'll keep everything. He's twenty-six and furious he can't have a beer and he's asking for someone named, " the doctor consulted the specific miracle of his own memory ", for the lady with the cake. That's a direct quote. The lady with the cake. He wants it in writing that he took a bullet and is owed dessert."

Q's POV My name was Rick Quiller, and I managed a factory workshop. I was working the night shift when my wife, Jessica Lowe, came in to confront me about my infidelity. Our argument quickly escalated and ultimately led to a fire breaking out in the workshop. Jessica suffered severe burns over most of her body and was left in critical condition, while I only sustained facial disfigurement. In that moment between life and death, I realized Jessica was still the person I cared about most. I carried her into the emergency room, where a bespectacled doctor was on duty.