Doctor X Resident Evil Novels & Stories

It's getting scary. "Oh, Ms. Lexecavriah! It's you again! How may I help you?" the same doctor asked her when she was rushed in the hospital. She even went to the doctor's personal's office. His name is Carl Almodavar. The doctor looks attractive in it's white coat while wearing his eyeglasses. He was writing something when Amara barged inside his office. It's a good thing that the doctor was able to recognized her.

Xavier asked with a frown. “A hiccup? Why wasn't I told about that? I'll make a call to Meyo Clinic to verify this." Zeke retrieved his phone. "Dr. Sowle, the only Drakonian doctor on the team, is an old friend of mine," he said smugly while dialing a number. Soon, the call was answered. “Dr. Sowle, hello!” While Zeke exchanged pleasantries with Dr. Sowle, Jennifer logged onto Meyo Clinic's official website. There was indeed a Drakonian doctor named Lancelot Sowle on Meyo Clinic's medical team.

Chapter 3: MY MEDUSA DOCTOR’S SNAKE-HAIR IS FUCKING BOTH MY HOLES WHILE I SQUIRT AND SCREAM LIKE HER BRAINLESS GOOD GIRL I’m still a dripping, trembling wreck on the examination table when the male doctor walks in. Dr. Cassandra Vale doesn’t miss a beat. She turns with that ancient, regal authority and says calmly, “The patient has been thoroughly examined. Leave us.” He backs out quickly. The lock clicks.

But he was also grateful that Rey was still willing to help him without asking for anything in return. "All right. Thanks, Rey. Sorry to bother you," Evander said. [You definitely owe me a gift for this!] Rey's chuckle could be heard before the call disconnected. Evander just shook his head and smiled. A moment later, a soft chime signaled an incoming message. Evander checked it. Rey had sent a file with data on the doctors working in the city, including those at the nearest hospital. Evander began to read. "Doctor Dominic Rhodes?" he murmured, his brow furrowing. The name felt strangely familiar.

The sterile scent of antiseptic warred with the lingering memory of Hendrick's skin as we sat in the overly bright examination room. My fingers, laced tightly with his, were the only anchor. The doctor, Dr. Evans, with his immaculate white coat and perpetually furrowed brow, scanned the tablet in his hands. His expression was unreadable, a practiced mask of professionalism, but the slight tightening around his eyes betrayed him. "Final vitals look acceptable," he stated, his voice clipped, efficient.

Bienley said, his smile genuine and his eyes twinkling. "But the buzz around the handsome and brilliant resident doctor, Dr. Bienley Cullen, has been growing exponentially. Even though we have a plethora of specialists here, patients are specifically requesting that you handle their cases," Dr. Wad said, his tone now playful, which made Bienley chuckle.

Ruangan praktik dokter yang kali ini mereka datangi berkesan mewah dengan design interior yang mewah. Sama seperti dokter lainnya, ada banyak poster mengenai kesehatan kandungan dan organ intim wanita. Hanya saja, wallpaper-nya gelap, karena didominasi warna hitam. "Malam, Dokter Arjuna." Mereka menyapa. "Panggil Juna saja." Arjuna tersenyum manis, menampilkan sebuah lekukan di sudut pipinya.

she eyed the bag. “Wes will help you with that,” I said rubbing a hand down my temple, feeling an oncoming headache. I grabbed my phone and opened to the live footage of the doctor’s location, displaying the address right at the top. I pushed the phone to the other side of the table. Lysander eyed it for a moment before taking it. “What is this?” “The doctor’s address,” I said. “The doctor?” Lysander inquired, frowning. “Dr Johan Hiroshima,” Vincent murmurs. Lysander’s eyes widened, shock filling his face. He turns to me then. “He had his location all along,”

When we arrived, I gave my mother a moment to hug Maeve, mostly because I know that she’s tapping into her, checking on her health. ‘She’s fine, Xander, but let’s have the doctor confirm,” my mother says in our mind link, helping me to relax. I walk in and the nurse is waiting for us. “This way, Alpha,” she says and I carry my mate to the room where the doctor is already getting set up. “Hello Maeve, I’m Dr. Teresa. Let’s take a look at you. While I’m getting set up, why don’t you tell me about your symptoms,” the doctor says.

{Dominic} The doctor ahead of me turned sharply at the sound of my voice. I caught a glimpse of his ID badge clipped to the front of his coat, Dr. Kellan Marris, Department of Experimental Medicine. “Turn the wheelchair around,” I said, nodding toward the figure he was briskly pushing down the hallway. Dr. Marris paused, clearly trying to assess just how serious I was. “Alpha, I don’t think—” “I wasn’t asking,” I said, looking him dead in the eye so he would understand how serious I was being.