Doctors Crush Drama Novels & Stories

Every single one screamed the same truth. I sat on the cold marble floor, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I shoved the evidence into the bottom of the trash, burying it under paper towels, and dialed the clinic. It was the same doctor Eduardo Cruz used for the family—a man who knew which secrets to bury and which to bill for. "Four weeks," the doctor said an hour later, peering over his spectacles.

"I'm taking two weeks off, on the advice of my doctor, to recover from emotional duress and avoid a hostile work environment. You have until I come back to clean up this mess. And I'm charging the doctor with attempted sexual assault and attempted blackmail. Make sure he does not leave and run back to his home country, or I'll be forced to go after the hospital instead. Do not try to contact me before then, I'll be out of the country and unavailable. Amanda Abasi McLough." The Administrator watched the tape twice more before calling an emergency board meeting, and the police. ......................... Dr. Krall lay on the floor of his office, moaning in pain, feeling the broken teeth with hi

The Doctor whom I had no idea on what her name was explained to me after the results of the tests I took came out. Turns out I had ulcers, which was all my fault since I denied my stomach food in so long. That perfectly explained the spams and pains I usually felt weeks back. As agreed, Silas and I met up just outside the St Victory teaching hospital located quite far but not too far from my house. He showed up in his black power bike again like he did yesterday, only today, he seem to have grown hotter under the afternoon sun. Dressed in jeans trousers, a black top and a jeans jacket, Silas looked so yummy like his only aim was to render my speechless and flustered due to his looks, he seem

“A miracle doctor. Based in Country N. She only treats patients given up on by others. Calls herself Doctor Rosa. We heard whispers of her healing the crown prince of Country X. Stage-four lymphoma. Three days after she stepped in, he was in remission.” Cedric narrowed his eyes. “Sounds like a hoax.” “Perhaps. But it’s the only name coming up from all the networks.” He handed Cedric a tablet. On the screen was a blurred image of a woman in surgical scrubs, her face obscured by a mask. No interviews, no press. Only results. “She takes only cases she chooses. Rejects most. Doesn’t come for money. Doesn’t respond to political pressure.” “What does she respond to?” The aide hesitated. “The dying

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

That made it worse. I looked up. Damon was staring at the doctor like he was two seconds away from tearing her fucking throat out with his teeth. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth would crack. His arm under my grip was flexed, every muscle locked in place like he was holding himself back with everything he had. And the doctor — she looked pale now. Like she realized this wasn’t just some clinical update. Like she realized she was sitting in the middle of a storm she couldn’t control.

She pleaded, holding onto the doctor's coat while shaking like a leaf. “Sir, I think you need to leave.” The new doctor said, “Do you know who I am?” Silas asked angrily. “That is none of my business. You harmed and scared my already unstable patient. You will leave or I'll take action. You may run the country but even your influence has a limit! All I'll need is one media house to give your PR office a headache.” The doctor challenged. "I didn't hurt her, dammit! I would never hurt her!" He snapped.

"Your doctors have no ethics and are playing with people’s lives. If my grandpa remains under their care, he might not make it through the day!" The uproar from the upset family grew louder, forcing the director to step into the operating room and send Liam out to deal with the situation. The moment Liam left the operating room, a family member slapped him. "Do you have any idea who my grandpa is? He's a war hero from '43!" the family member yelled, "People line up just to see him, and what about that doctor you supervise? How did she even get her license? Bring her out here now!"

I laid there on the paper-covered table, staring up at the white ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of the hallway outside. Hours bled together. Finally, the heavy curtain pulled back. A middle-aged doctor walked in, holding a medical chart. He didn't look at the paper. He looked directly at me, his eyes full of a quiet, heavy pity that made my stomach curdle. "Doctor?" I rasped, my throat raw. He dragged a metal stool over and sat right beside the bed. "Nicole... I'm so sorry." My pulse spiked into a terrifying, erratic rhythm. "What is it? Is the baby okay?"

"No. That's impossible! How could she be dead?" Refusing to accept reality, Damiano frantically grabbed the doctors by their coats. "You didn't try hard enough! Get back over there and revive her! Bring her back, or you're all fired!" Unable to tolerate his violent outburst any longer, the female doctor finally snapped, "Don't you know what you've done to her? A healthy adult wouldn't have survived that torment, let alone a pregnant woman!" Damiano froze. He slowly reached out a trembling finger, hovering it just below my nose. The next second, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, sobbing hysterically.