Doctors Novels & Stories

Louie rebutted. "Good gracious Louie! You are still the party-loving, womanizer!" Clive let out a laugh. "The position is yours, you gay! You don't even have a girlfriend through all these years!" Louie teased Clive. Olive overheard the two doctors and smiled curiously. The office is spacious. One side is a full-window wall overlooking the Emergency Room. "Dr. Aster, this is your office. From here, you can see everyone in the Emergency Room." Olive points out through the glass wall.

We don't get sick as humans do; therefore, we're not used to seeing the things human doctors see on a daily basis. I sigh as I stand, cross the room, and grab my laptop. With a few clicks, I have a list of doctors in front of me. I tug at my beard as I look at each name, and then groan in frustration. Every one of them has good reviews, but every one of them also has bad reviews. It's hard to tell who's the best without digging deeper. I push on the link, and almost right away, my Beta opens it. “Yes, Alpha.”

I didn’t notice the time moving. The silence stretched until suddenly the sound of the front door opening broke through it. My head lifted slightly. Footsteps moved inside the house. I turned slowly. Zander walked in. Behind him were two men and a woman wearing white coats. Doctors. My brows pulled together slightly. Why were there doctors here? I wasn’t sick. My voice came out hoarse when I spoke. “I’m not sick.” The words sounded strange in the quiet room. Zander’s head snapped toward me immediately.

In conclusion it would take a small army of servants for its upkeep. Will had long since been laughing and when the strong reverberations of his chest seize I ask. "Has Hades been treated by someone before?" "Do not call him by his name." The guard closest to us warns, but finding using the honorific funny in my tongue I do not give any false promises. Will shakes his head. "You see there are no doctors in the Underworld as staff and neither is our Lord willing to call Apollo, the god of medicine. " "Sounds like he is stubborn," It was only a whisper but a dozen heads turn to me all sharing the same thought.

Arielle's Decision Arielle’s POV: I did not want to hear whatever he had just said to Ethan, but it was hard not to listen in. Being a doctor has taught me many things, after all. And in my few years of practice, I have been able to find that it was a common way for doctors and nurses to keep their senses alert in order to be aware of what their patients might be doing in the next room or something. Unfortunately, while I had developed my senses as a wolf to serve my medical responsibilities to my patients, it also left me with a strange inability to stop myself from picking out certain things, like private conversions held within a radius of where I was.

She yelled and hurriedly went in. "Doc Melanie, you can't be here.." Doc Judy said. Actually the doctor attending to Dan was a very renowned doctor, an ex doctor in the hospital. He came immediately they notified him about Dan's condition and also he was Alfred's friend. "I'm a doctor too so I have the right to be here!" She yelled struggling with Doc Judy. Doc judy left her immediately she saw she was uncontrollable "Get me the cardiac defibrillator now! "I 2.. All clear...

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"

“Tell me everything." We sat in Frank's office, me on his leather couch, him across from me, posture deceptively relaxed. "His name is Dr. Magnus Vance. Chief of Surgery at Boston Memorial. "My hands twisted together hard enough to hurt. "I was a third year resident. And I watched him kill patients." Frank went very still. "Explain." "Medication errors that weren't errors. Post-op complications in healthy patients. Overdoses ruled accidental." I swallowed hard. "I started tracking it. Too many deaths in his cases, all with massive insurance payouts."

“Aren’t doctors supposed to eat healthy?” She gave him the driest, most unbothered smile. “There are two kinds of doctors in this world,” she said, lifting a finger like she was about to deliver a lecture. “The saints—the ones who count almonds and treat sugar like contraband.” A second finger. “And then there’s my people: the if life takes me, it takes me department. There's no in-between. I’m proudly Head of the Division for the latter.” “You didn't strike me as that,” Jason snorted.

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?