Doctor William Novels & Stories

the doctor informed him, smiling. William spilled the bed cover off his legs and stood up, walking towards the door. The doctor stopped him by the hand. “You're not discharged yet,” he told him. “Then discharge me. You just said I'm fine,” William snapped. “Let me know my bill too,” he added, cracking the bones of his neck. “Someome already told care of your bills,” the doctor announced to him. Williams turmed in surprise and wondered who the person was. His friends had no idea that he had been at the hospital...or did they?

He greeted me with a smile and gestured to a chair in front of his desk. As I sat down, he went back behind his desk. Doctor William was a kind and brilliant man. His hair was mostly grey, although he was only in his fifties. I guess that his work was taking a toll on him, no matter how much he loved it. He was dedicated, a doctor by vocation, and I would be forever grateful to him for taking care of my Grandmother and ignoring the fact that I paid for her treatment irregularly. He knew how to handle patients and how to talk to their loved ones. Somehow, he always found the right words to say, no matter how hard their meaning was. I would have been completely

If it weren't for the help of a miracle doctor, I'd probably be dead by now. “I owe a huge debt to this doctor, and the Coopers have organized this appreciation banquet in honor of him. “This doctor is the Medical Saint of Hell's Gate!” William’s announcement heated up the atmosphere in the hall. Numerous renowned figures in the room got excited. The news they had previously received was right. William had been saved by the Medical Saint of Hell's Gate. A few of them immediately stood up. They could not wait to meet him and said, “Stop teasing us, Mr. Cooper. Invite him up to the stage right now and let us meet him as well.”

John said, angry at me for questioning him. Those kids had best be at death’s door, because if William had chosen them over her, words would be said and action would be taken. “Go and get him, John. I’m a damned vet, an animal doctor. Not a human one.” That’s when I remembered Doctor William Pye was due to retire in a few years. Helping some millionaire’s children will put him in the good graces of a millionaire. For fuck’s sake, is he putting the dollar before a life?

' I caressed his brows, and the sheer pain of my reluctance to leave tore me apart. The next morning, the doctor came in for rounds. William, however, was adamant about being discharged. No matter how much his friends tried to dissuade him, he wouldn’t listen. I was getting anxious when Mike walked in. "If you still have a conscience, then please take care of yourself. Don’t let Whitney’s efforts go to waste." William looked up, the flames of hatred burning in his eyes. "So you’re one of those doctors who helped Whitney lie to me too?

If William wanted to stay alive, he wouldn’t dare to cross him. But maybe William had a death wish. Because he couldn’t let his plan fail. “Even if she is your wife, I am her doctor.” William stood in his place and Edwin was a few seconds away from punching him. “It would be better if you let me handle her from now on. Nobody from the Wilsons takes treatment from the outsider.” The doctor Edwin had called had treated Edwin’s family for generations. So, he knew his temperament. He wasn’t ready to witness the third world war when he had a patient to deal with.

Beam said worriedly. Hearing this, Joe finally snapped out of his confusion and then stared intently at Bono. "You fool! It's the opposite. That arrogant young man was actually telling the truth." Joe said with a worried look on his fierce face. Beam's eyes widened, "Sir? Are you sure? You-" "The doctor confirmed it. That damn young man ... he really knew that I had intestinal problems, and do you know what the doctor said? He ... said that I had been cured with an operation. An operation. Did you hear that?" Joe said with a strange look on his face.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine Richard Greyson sat alone in his study long after the call ended. The phone rested on the desk in front of him, the screen already dark again, but his hand was still resting beside it as if the conversation had not truly finished. The words from the doctor replayed in his mind whether he wanted them to or not. She had been polite. Professional. Careful with every sentence. But the meaning had been clear. She would not take the case. The fourth doctor in a row.

Not tonight. His mind tried to piece things together, to find some way to rationalize the chaos—but for once, there was no clean narrative. Only consequences. The doors finally opened. William’s head snapped up. A doctor stepped out, removing his gloves slowly, his expression carefully composed—but not neutral. William knew that look. And his stomach dropped. He straightened immediately and walked toward him, each step heavier than the last. “Doctor?” he said, his voice tighter than he intended. The doctor gave a small, sympathetic nod.

He started, "William called me. I wondered why he didn't call you first but his voice sounded too painful to start discussing that so I went to him first. I should have called you, I know. It completely skipped my mind." "Things like that shouldn't skip your mind. I am his mother." He nodded, "I know, I understand and I am sorry. I know you suspected me about the test results. It was when you asked for the results that I dug into the doctor who treated William the day I took him to a hospital." "What do you mean?" "It was urgent. I drove to the nearby hospital. That doctor wasn't an actual doctor. He was just an intern." "What?" I shot up from the chair in shock. "William...something bad cou