Doctor Two-brains Novels & Stories

If he hadn't gotten used to it, he would have thought he was under too much work pressure and was hallucinating. In front of Rose, Jonathan still had a reserved temperament. When people first saw him, they would only be surprised by his handsome appearance. Nevertheless, without Rose, people couldn't look at his handsome appearance as they were suffocated by his intimidating coldness. "Mr. Finch, after we did a comprehensive examination of Mrs. Finch, we contacted several experts from the Brain Department and Neurology Department. We focus on looking at the X-ray of her brain. We found some changes compared with the previous X-rays."

"We are all passing through a tough time, damn it! I just found out that the bitch had a daughter for me and my daughter is in the hand of an enemy" "I'm sorry about that sir, but…" "You're not sorry" I pointed out and saw him push his glass up the bridge of his nose. "Just go on" I clicked my tongue. "The chemistry and function of her brain is getting affected therefore disrupting the communication between the neurons, and affecting the flow of the neurotransmission–" "What's this motherfucker saying?!?" I thundered as I made an attempt to march toward him only for Vincent to hold me back, "Clear terms, doctor," Vincent said calmly, my angry gaze fixed on the doctor waiting for him to spit

“Stop dragging this out. Once my vision therapy sessions are done, I’ll go back home.” “Okay.” After Sophie left, I sat in the doctor’s office. He looked over my test results and said, “Ms. Freeman, the CT scan looks good. The blood clot is smaller than before. By your next checkup, it should be gone.” “So, my brain is okay?” “There’s no structural damage.” “Then, it must be a mental issue,” I muttered. “How do you figure out if someone has a mental problem? What tests do you do?”

About what happened till this particular moment. “Miss Engels, I hate to break this to you, but you might be suffering from Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) as a result of the hit to your head. And there is a very sad news accompanying it….” The doctor said, looking from me to Mark and then back. “What might that be?” The crazed man asked. As we awaited the doctor's response, my heart was beating rapidly against my chest. Fear, nervousness and anxiety threatened to eat me alive.

Plunging her into eerie silence. "WELL?" ADAM PRODDED. It had been hard enough seeing his wife being swallowed by that machine, and then seeing different images being formed on the screen. Doctor Zachary saved each of them and printed them out on a Polaroid, before strapping the pictures to a white screen. "What am i looking at?" Adam almost yelled. "You are looking at the brain of your wife," it was Doctor Hozel that answered. "And?"

He said, linking his arm with mine like a couple and I gave him a ridiculed look. Which he answered with a grin but definitely didn't unlink his arm from mine all the way to the cafeteria. We were back in a few minutes and as soon as we did, we spotted the lady doctor, the specialist of brain injuries, was coming out of the ICU. I quickly stalked towards her and Alex was behind me. “ How is she, doctor?” I asked, quickly reaching and stopping her at the door only. “ She's fine, Mr. Brown. No doubt the brain is critically damaged but her body has some weird kind of support that she's taking it fine.” The doctor replied and I stared at her confused.

"As you said, that is our baby. Now then, explain to me how it is that I see two of those ball things, and…" Xavien cannot even finish his sentence; the Doctor looks back and studies the screen, "Oh, shit." "Yes, oh, shit." I watch as Xavien goes dead quiet, the man has gone even whiter than the Doctor's white coat. Then the Doctor speaks again, "It seems that you are having twins." "Now," Xavien says rather urgent, "I am starting to doubt if you are the right Doctor for us. Before I faint, I need you to tell us otherwise."

she lied. Dr. Andreas studied her for a moment, then smiled. “That is okay, madam. I also hear you are a psychiatrist yourself. That makes things… easier.” She gave a small smile. “Yes.” “Good, good,” he said, taking his seat. “Then we speak same language.” He turned toward the large screen and pressed a button. An image appeared—scans, sections of a brain displayed clearly. “This,” he said, pointing, “is Damien Greyson’s brain.”

I say deep inside. Standing in front of the surgery room, hoping the doctor will show up and tell me if Lena is fine, the nurse out from the room and I ask her about how long the surgery will be done. “It’s been 2 hours I’ve been sitting and walking around this place… how long the surgery will be done?” I say worryingly. “It will be over soon, don’t worry… we’ll do our best!” The nurse says. She’s back into the room as we heard the ‘beeb……’ sounds from Lena’s breathing machine.

Grace hurriedly said, “Doctor Myles, he’s only massaging my husband’s head to help promote the absorption of the clot in his head.” “Bullsh*t!” Doctor Myles said, furious. “The patient has a head injury, and the internal damage has yet to heal fully. How can you just casually massage it like that? Mrs. Larsen, how could you be so ignorant? This will only increase the chances of the patient having a brain hemorrhage. This is just being meddlesome!” After Alex had been scolded for a while, and when Doctor Myles had finished cursing, he finally said, “The Swiss brain specialists have arrived, and they will be here soon. Mrs. Larsen, why don’t you stay and have the others leave the room to wait.