Doctor Wife Novels & Stories

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

"How's she?" The doctor breathed sharply. "Your wife is an asthmatic patient Mr.Blade and now she's suffering from severe Chronic lower respiratory disease." A heavy silence engulfed them. Filling in each corner. Whispering and tempting a tale of its own deceit. As Alex stared at the doctor, his mind numb. Nothing made sense, nothing was as it was. Everything was twisting and and turning and all he could do was look at the doctor.

he asked me. "I don't know. I don't remember anything but my vomiting" I replied to him. I heard him sigh and we both looked at the door when the Doctor came in. "Goodafternoon Doc,"he greeted the Doctor and shook his hand. "What happened to my wife,Doc?"he asked worriedly. "You don't have to worry Mr. Jackson.What happened to your wife is normal" the Doctor said with a smile. “What do you mean, Doc?”he curiously asked the Doctor.

That didn’t happen. Now she’s freaking out, realizing I kept my wife a secret. Did I just say my wife?! “Ma, I can explain everything. It’s hard to talk about this over the phone,” I said, leaning against my door. “Then I’ll visit you there as soon as possible!” she replied. “What? Ma, I’m your doctor—you’re not allowed to travel!” I stood up straight when I heard her next words. “Excuse me, Doctor, but I’m not your patient—you’re a hematologist. Hmp!” My jaw dropped again at my mom’s comeback.

Xavier asked. "Panic attack," the doctor replied. "Look, Mr. Sheikh, your wife is expecting and she is very weak . Please improve her diet and keep her away from any tension. Otherwise, the situation could worsen. Do you understand?” The doctor said and Xavier shook his head in affirmation.

There was something wrong, and Chelsea needed to see the doctor. Chelsea went to look for the doctor. She wasn't sure what was wrong. The female doctor around fifty years old spoke very kindly. She flipped through the report in her hand and asked Chelsea, "Are you married?" Chelsea nodded. "Have you ever given birth?" Chelsea shook her head. The doctor frowned. After a while, she said, "Did you ever hurt your abdomen and your uterus?"

I didn't know that she has taken an interest in the medical field and dyed her hair blonde. "Victoria?" I asked, still looking at the doctor as she checks the data on the board. "Victoria, what-?"She cut me off by looking up at me with those striking blue eyes, not like that of Victoria's grey ones. "I'm sorry, but you got my name wrong, I am Cherry Woods. I'm the substitute doctor of your wife and I'm here to tell you the results seeing as Doctor Eric needs to rush off to his patient at the maternity ward." I stared down on the floor, quite embarrassed of myself for mistaking her for someone. But I swear, she -

I placed my hand on my forehead, and everything that happened flashed through my head again. “Where is Jackson?” I raised my eyes. “He left not quite long. Work call,” she responded and continued, “How do you feel now?” The door flipped open and the doctor walked in. “Good day, Ms Kylie,” he greeted, slightly bowing his head. “ Zack, what is wrong with me? Am I pregnant?” Zack has been the family Doctor; Madam Wilson trusts him so much that if not for him, no one would handle Wilson's health care.

“Your wife was just here, but I think she just left, didn't you see her in the parking lot?” “No I didn't see her doctor, she is the reason I am here, I am supposed to take her home.” “Ok that's good then, please take good care of her, the doctor said. “Why doctor? l hope it's nothing serious and she is fine.” “She is alright,” the doctor said,” she will explain when you see her.” “Okay, doc thanks so much for attending to her.” “You are welcome David," the doctor said. David went out of the doctor's office and asked the receptionist if she saw a woman just passed by.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.