Doctor William Novels & Stories

Reed now, and she had no energy to come to the hospital. After the doctor finished the examinations on William, he left with a parting note, "It's best not to stay here too long. We should give the patient ample time to rest." "Of course." Emily inquired further, "Doctor, do we need to settle the medical bills again? How much will it be this time?" "Medical bills?" The doctor seemed surprised. "Haven't you already paid? Five million is pre-deposited in William's account, enough for a year."

He had no idea where to even begin looking for his boss’s girlfriend. Finally, Dr. Michael Gunawan appeared in William’s bedroom doorway. “Good evening, Mr. William. It’s been a while since your GERD acted up, why now? Did you eat late or eat something wrong?” he greeted, walking over to his patient on the bed. “Eaten late, Doc. Plus stress!” William replied, lying down flat.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

I declared, grabbing chopsticks and diving right in. Nobody else moved. The whole table was stiff as a board, air thicker than a smokehouse. Dad finally squinted across the table. "You really snagged this guy? The doctor? Are you a real doctor or a vet?" "I'm a real people doctor," William said. Dad leaned back. "Why do you like my daughter? Is it because she's loud? She's like a siren. You know she can knock out three teeth with one punch, right?"

I rolled my eyes away from them until they landed on the person I’ve been aiming for: the doctor from Langford Centre Hospital. The same one who had been asked to forge William's diagnosis so I wouldn't be able to know that Anna was abusing him. When Kendrick retrieved William's original medical record, he found something weirdly intriguing. In exchange for his life, he offered to help us, to give a little testimonial. Arching a brow, the man knew exactly what I wanted. He lowered his gaze, took a deep breath, and stood up. "It's true. I have proof." "What!" "Who's that?"

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.

“Trust me. Trust yourself. And most importantly, trust the doctor I found for you. He has an excellent reputation, he’s one of the best at what he does, and he’s almost as handsome as I am.” “I don’t want a handsome doctor.” Winter’s choked voice cracked slightly, as if William had almost managed to make her laugh. But William knew she wasn’t really capable of laughing right now. He looked at her with mock disgust. “What, do you have a thing for ugly guys?” Winter didn’t answer. Because the moment William said “ugly,” Chris’s face appeared in her mind. But there was absolutely nothing ugly about that face. Neither of them spoke for a while. William had been crouching so long that his legs we

listening to this, the doctor gave him a sympathetic look and showed him some papers to have his signature on them. "May I please know your name, Sir?" the doctor asked him. "It's William, William Vernanda," he told him. "Okay so Mr. William we are sorry to say that your wife is no more also we weren't able to save your child too." the doctor informed the family and excused himself. A loud sob broke through the hall when William's mom started crying all over again. He can't make out what she was saying as his ears were ringing with the words the doctor told him. William's heart dropped down.