Doctor Two-brains Novels & Stories

"Strokes? As in plural?" "Three. This one and two other mini strokes somewhere in the last five to ten years they're guessing. Dr. Sandhar, who by the way is a neurologist, said there's evidence of two others. They leave something like a scar on your brain. I don't know. Anyway, she said high blood pressure ages your organs and brain. They double checked the MRI to make sure it was yours because she thought she was looking at the scans of a fifty to a sixty-year-old man with sickle cell." "I don't understand." My mind begins to swim with the information she unloads on me.

"But really, no, I'm not pregnant." The doctor looked straight into her eyes, as if he was reading her soul. "Then what's the problem Draya. You can always talk to me. Aside from studying cognitive psychology and all, I also studied neurology. I know how the nervous system works. And I know you're very nervous right now. Spill it out, you never know, I may be of help." The doctor ended up shrugging and giving her an encouraging look.

the doctor explained in detail. ​"So, everything is truly alright, Doctor? No complications with her brain?" I asked again, making absolutely sure, desperate to banish the remaining fear still lingering in my mind. ​"Indeed, everything is perfectly fine, sir. Her neurological functions suffer no impairment whatsoever. It is now just a matter of physical recovery and proper nutrition," the doctor stated firmly, reassuring me.

Rain took a deep breath as she followed the doctor. After a few minutes, Rain was looking at her baby, "Ma'am, as you can see, these are the arms and the head and.......uhmm.... " doc, what happened? Is there something wrong?" Rain asked in a concerned tone seeing the Doctor pause for a second. "Oho, ma'am, there is nothing to worry about, i mean its good, you are expecting twins" the doctor exclaimed joyfully.

Sean said honestly. Doctor Willis pulled out a CT scan and an MRI, showing it to the couple in front of him. Angel leaned forward in her chair, listening intently. It's like de javu. Doctor Willis's explanation matched the words of Doctor Russell, the doctor she had seen in London less than a week ago. Doctor Willis discussed the black spot on Angel's brain that was getting bigger and bigger.

" What's going on... "I'm looking for an authoritative doctor in the mental department for you." Graciana looked at the two people on the ground with a smile. "Don't worry. Doctor Gray has excellent medical skills. He will definitely cure your brains!" Felipe: "..." After a while, he gritted his teeth and looked at Graciana's face. "You and Beau... are working together?" "How else would I say you have a mental problem?" Graciana rolled her eyes. "Didn't you notice yet?"

"It's going to be difficult treating Ms. Whitley with the damage to her brain. I've been working as a doctor for decades, but I still rarely encounter something this complex." It was already ridiculous to hear that technology was able to implant memories, while wiping previous memories clean. Hence, amid his disbelief, the doctor decided not to risk his career to treat Renee. "Difficult?!" Jasper glowered, his brow creased. "Aren't your family a dynasty of doctors? But you can't even manage that, you hack!" "Sir, that's not it…" The doctor really wanted to argue, but he ultimately only sighed. "But there's a friend who might be able to help."

The doctor says to them and they followed him. He really wants him to split out what ever the issue is at that moment but then there's nothing he could do than follow the procedure. The enter his office and settled down together, "Malcolm Nora,she had brain damage before if I'm right?" The doctor said and Mrs Malcolm nodded. "She developed dementia this time" The doctor said. T.B.C

I was already plotting different ways to end her gruesomely. “I'm sorry, My lady,” she said as she tore the seal and reached into the envelope to retrieve the results. “We did find something in the brain scan. There is, in fact, a chip in his cerebral cortex. If it isn't taken out in time, it could affect him.”

Here's me, the most sought after hit woman in the Mafia world, following a man meekly like a puppy with my hand in his in a comforting manner. The door to the doctor’s office beckoned, a white portal to a truth I wasn't sure I was ready to hear. But this is my battle and I have to face it. ★ The doctor’s office felt smaller than it had an hour ago, the walls closing in like the jaws of a trap. Dr. Arthur didn't look up immediately. He was staring at the high-contrast films clipped to the lightbox. It was the DaTscan images of Anna’s brain. They looked like abstract art, splashes of light and dark that held the power of a death sentence.