Novel & Cerita Doctor Wife

We eventually reached the doctor’s office and an old woman sat in the chair. “Mr. and Mrs. Silvermane, I am so pleased to have you as my patient”. She said in a soft yet professional tone. I could tell she was very qualified in women’s and children’s health by all the plaques that lined her walls. “I am Doctor Shelly Michael’s” she said, whilst reaching her hand out to shake our hands. We both did and soon she gestured for us to follow her. She led us to a room where there was an examination bed and a sonar machine.

the worry was clearly evident in his tone. I smiled at him and asked for water because I was feeling thirsty. The door pushed open and a woman in a white gown revealed herself as Doctor Howard. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Williams," she was smiling at us and we reciprocated it in the same manner. She cleared her throat "I already got the results of your tests," she paused for few seconds "I would like to say that from now on you should eat a healthy diet and refrain from stress," she said calmly.

“I’m here for the woman you were just treating.” “Oh, I see. Are you a relative of hers?” the doctor asked, his curiosity piqued. Confidentiality was paramount, and the woman inside didn’t seem to have any connection to such a prominent man. “She seemed familiar. I just wanted to confirm if she’s an old friend.” “I understand. Let me check with her and see if she’s willing to speak with you,” the doctor offered before heading back into the office. Inside, Mary sat next to her baby, stroking the child’s sweaty forehead. The doctor addressed her gently.

The man was very curious, why should there be another doctor, was it because his wife's condition was too bad? until a few minutes later, finally one of the doctors came out of the emergency room. Ray immediately approached the doctor who was a woman around 35 years old and wearing a blue uniform. "Doctor, how is my wife?" “Her condition is quite worrying….she hasn't passed her critical period yet," the doctor said worriedly. "There are serious injuries to her head and left leg... But some things make me believe that God will keep her alive..." "What's that?" Ray was very curious.

the doctor says, motioning to the chairs in front of her desk. We sit down, the tension in the air settling slightly, though my knee bounces with nervous energy. The doctor’s office is cozy for a clinical space, with warm beige walls and a small potted plant perched on the windowsill. A framed certificate on the wall glints under the light, reminding me of her credentials. I try to focus on anything but the hammering of my heart. The doctor begins, her tone light but professional. "From the looks of things, your wife is fine, but you overworked her yesterday." Her lips curl into a teasing smile, and my own smile falters.

He commanded as he lifted her in a bridal style. "My daughter, what's wrong with her?" Mr. Busari questioned no one in particular, he could not do anything but worry as they rushed her out. >>>>> At the hospital >>>>>>>> "Doctor, how is my wife?" He questioned as soon as the doctor stepped out of the ward. "Please, see me in my office." The Doctor replied shortly. Different thoughts ran through his mind as he trailed behind the doctor wondering what might be going on. "Doctor, please keep me off this suspense, it's killing me." He mumbled.

The nurse guided them to Doctor Williams who was in the examination room. They walked in while she was setting up the ultrasound machine. “Good morning!” She smiled at them as soon as they walked in. Doctor Williams was a female doctor in her late forties. “Good morning.” Vivian and Chris replied at the same time. She walked towards them, shook their hands and introduced herself “I’m Doctor Williams and I’m in charge of your medical welfare till your baby arrives.” “Please have a seat.” She said to Chris, pointing to a chair that was beside the ultrasound bed.

Damon looked like he was about to say something when the doctor return. "You are here" the doctor said, "I'm assuming you came to be with your wife—" "I'm not his wife," Wendy corrected, totally at ease as the doctor's eyes swiveled nervously to the notes in her hands. "Well, your partner, then. I was trying to explain that the baby is fine, but it's imperative that you get enough rest and not stress yourself much for the baby's sake..." "He is not my partner either," Wendy said with a slight edge.

Her voice was sharp as she cracked it open. A woman stood there; she was in her mid-forties, professional-looking, and was dressed in a navy suit with a medical bag hanging from her shoulder. “I’m Dr. Elena Marquez,” she said calmly. Her tone was firm but polite. “Private physician. I work with Dr. Deborah; the one who treated Ms. Vaughn on set today.” Avery narrowed her eyes, keeping the door half-closed. “Did Evelyn send you?” she asked coldly. Dr. Marquez nodded once. “Yes. I’m her family doctor,” she said, stepping inside when Avery finally moved aside. “Ms. Vaughn requested a private check-up, postpartum care. Strictly confidential.”

I am scared I have never been out of home. If somehow Adriano reaches me, I won't be able to look him in the eyes because I failed at one job he always wanted me to excel at, staying home. The doctor turned out to be a gynecologist and she surveyed me completely, asking me several personal questions like, "Are you sexually active?", "Did your husband ever forced you to make sexual relations with you?", "Are your kids healthy." I was so uncomfortable answering those questions.