Doctors Novels & Stories

She inquired. "Yep." "What kind of ailment? Tell him to share his medical records with me; maybe I can help him..." Shawn suddenly looked at her, chuckling in frustration, "Dr. Jones, you're an orthopedic doctor, not a specialist in male health." Can she please remember she's a doctor while also maintaining the awareness of a married woman? She already mentioned that there's an ailment! How can a female doctor chase after a man to check his male health?

“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?

Hindi ako mapakali hanggat walang nag-i-imporma sa amin rito sa labas. Maya maya pa ay bumukas ang pinto at lumabas ang dalawang doctor roon at ilang mga nurse. Sabay sabay kaming tumayo at lumapit sa doctor. "Kamusta Doc? Kamusta ang fiancee ko?" Agad kong tanong.

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

Wolves heal fast and by the time I get to the pack doctor, I’m sure he’ll tell me that everything is okay. We have two doctors on staff. One is a man, Doctor Pearson, who primarily deals with major injuries and the other is a woman, Doctor Hudson, who primarily deals with pregnancies and children. I was surprised to see Doctor Hudson walk through the door. She smiles up at me and says, “Hey there, Violet. We heard you got into a bit of a tussle earlier. But because you’re overdue on some things with me, we thought it would be best just to do everything together.”

“Don't worry, ma'am. By profession I am bound to the law and privacy of my clients. Whatever happens in this office stays in the office.” The doctor said so assuringly that I smiled. “Very well then, I have the right to sue if our discussion ever gets out in the open,” I warned in the calmest voice ever. “Of course, ma'am. One more lawsuit, and I might finally be dead,” he said, adjusting his glasses. I got the message he was passing through. Doctors did get sued, and they didn't die. At least not most of them. But I had to be as transparent as possible.

"What are you doing? Vincent was just trying to help. Look at your temper–you snap at anyone you see!" Vincent stepped forward and took Diana by the arm, right in front of me. "Easy, Diana. I've been through it myself, I understand. These doctors love to exaggerate. They want patients like us to feel scared so we’ll cooperate with all kinds of medication and tests. "It’s not that serious. They just make it sound worse than it is. "Doctors in public hospitals aren’t reliable. You need someone more professional. I have a cousin who’s an expert in this field. I can send him Nathan’s medical records.

“The doctors want to listen to its heartbeat, to make sure everything is well.” She pointed to her stomach with wide, questioning eyes. “Yes, little one,” I murmured. “Inside. There's life there, and today, we’ll hear it.” She nodded slowly, still unsure, but trusting. Just then, a gentle knock came at the door. “Come in,” I called, standing once more. The doctors entered, three of them, robed in deep blue and silver, their box already open and ready. The oldest among them, Doctor Avris, bowed low.