Doctor Two-brains Novels & Stories

He made his way south from Atla Square. The second person he’s consulting this time was Doctor Tate, a vein doctor. Jai asked Carrola what a vein doctor is and the scholar told him that the doctor deals with the muscles in the head. Jai guessed he must be some kind of neurologist because it involved people’s head and neurons are similar to vein. That made Jai wondered if the term nerve system had been found here.

Brown suddenly suggested to Professor Allen's surprised eyes, "I'm going to get my degree in brain science soon. Recently, I am in need of a topic to research for this thesis, I think this is a good opportunity for me to study this case more deeply.” Professor Allen suddenly realized that Brown's study to the general surgery department was just to get his second major. This doctor's main specialty is neurosurgery. “I forgot you are one of those special cases I have ever encountered in my life. People study a specialty, then study to become a doctor, a professor. And you studied two majors at the same time. Well, if you want, this patient will be handed over to you, take good care of her. Lun

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.

“I have invited a doctor who specializes in surgery to remove brain tumors. Do you want to do it right away?” Anthony looked up at Clitus and without hesitation said, “Okay. Do it immediately.”

James gestured to Abram towards a seat across from him. “You don’t have to look so tense, Mr. Aly. The reports brought relief instead,” Dr. James said with a smile, making Abram sigh in relief. “Human brain is a complex yet simple organ. What seems to be fatal can turn to be a simple issue. To put it in simple words, the clot in your mother’s brain is not fatal and can be removed by simple surgery,” Dr. James’s words washed a relief over Noah’s face, who collapsed into his chair.

*fingers crossed* but I hope she agrees that at least for a day… I just want to get back at the person I consider my real home… [/"Alright. Alright, I understand your sentiments, especially when I saw him in the news last time. Remember, it was the same garments that he was wearing before he left the hospital. I already saw one of his personalities but we still need to check and perform some tests to have the right diagnosis for your boyfriend. Just promise me that you won't let him get away from your sight. Supervise him because his tendencies to hurt someone or somebody are still unknown and may be uncontrollable too. I will send an ambulance near your place, maybe one block away for your

I waited in the hallway, my stomach in knots, Liora pacing restlessly in my mind. Finally, the door opened. Dr. Steve gestured me inside. My mother sat on the examination table, looking small and frightened. I went to her side, took her hand. Dr. Steve pulled up images on a large screen. X-rays. Brain scans. Areas highlighted in red. "Ms. Moonhollow." His voice was serious. "Your mother has a significant injury to her brain. Specifically, the Broca's area the part responsible for speech production." I stared at the screen. "What caused it?"

Two distinct forms. Two spines. Two heads. Two separate heartbeats flickering on the screen. For a second, my brain refused to understand what I was seeing. “That can’t be right,” I said automatically. The doctor blinked. “I’m… honestly surprised this wasn’t detected earlier.” Ava’s voice trembled. “Detected what?” The doctor turned the monitor fully toward us. “You’re carrying twins.” Silence fell. Heavy. Total. My ears rang. “Twins?” Ava whispered.

For six goddamn years, the doctor told me it was my eyes. “You’re telling me that for six years, the asshole who was here before you got it wrong?” “Exactly.” His tone is flat. Unbothered. “The part of your brain responsible for facial recognition is damaged. That’s why you can’t see faces. It’s not your eyesight. It’s your brain misfiring.” I slam my hand on the desk. The sound echoes in the room. “You’re saying my fucking brain is broken?” “Yes,” he says bluntly. “And it’s rare. Extremely rare. The kind of thing most doctors won’t think to check for.”

The door opens and the doctor walks in. “Good to see you awake,” he says as he looks at me and Mara nods. “How long was I out?” I ask, and he looks at the chart and then at me and smiles. “Almost one day, but your brain needed the rest to recover, you’re doing so much better, and your scans are clean, but I would like to ask you some questions about the bruises,” he says and I take a deep breath looking at Mara that has her eyes on me.