Doctors Novels & Stories

They earned every bit of it. “Alright then. Let's order.” “Yayy!!” Their screams filled the air. It almost made me deaf. ——— Together we sat in the doctor's lounge. It was private. A staff-only area. No distraction. No noise. It was meant for all credentialed doctors like surgeons, residents, and attending physicians to have access. Some medical students were also given access granted by me. “Thank you, Mr. Sterling. You promised to give us a treat.”

Adonis called out. He tried holding my hand but I quickly dodged his hand. "Do you even know how stressful it is to undergo treatment from one doctor not to talk of ten doctors? I'm supposed to be treated by ten doctors. Doesn't that sound insane to you?" I asked "No! But since you're adamant about it, we'll work with one like you want, okay?" Thank goodness. "Okay! We'll work with me then," The doctor announced and every other doctor went out of the room.

“Are you sure this has nothing to do with that doctor lady?” Argh, bastard.

I always tell my mentees that being a doctor isn’t just about the medical knowledge we hold or the skills we practice. It’s about the people. It’s about connecting with the patients, understanding their struggles, and being there for them when they need us the most. But there’s another part to it, too—one that I think gets overlooked too often. It’s about the journey of growth, both personal and professional. Every step we take, every challenge we face, shapes us into the doctors we’re meant to be.

They thought they were whispering, but their voices rang loudly inside my head but I didn’t have the power to tell them off and Doctor Michael never hurt anyone’s feelings ever especially here. “What is happening in here? Is this your time off or something? We have been standing on our feet for over twelve hours and you barely got here, so please do your work silently.” Doctor Jackson, the anesthesiologist who always works with me, said and I smiled at him gratefully, making the man chuckle. “You should learn to speak up your mind, Mic. You can’t always be this accepting and forgiving or else they will walk all over you, man.” He said punching my shoulder, and I chuckled awkwardly as I scrat

"As I mentioned earlier, today our hospital is welcoming three new doctors. I hope all of you can work together for the progress of Santa Monica Hospital." After that, one by one, Asher asked the new doctors to introduce themselves. "Hello, I'm Haris, an anesthesiologist." "I'm Jasson. A specialist in orthopedics." The last one left to introduce herself happened to be a woman. "Thank you for the welcome. I'm Regina. A specialist in obstetrics and gynecology. I hope to work well here." Regina smiled broadly. She looked at each of the doctors in front of her.

His hand lingered on her shoulder, a silent reassurance that he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere The door swung open, and a team of high-profile doctors entered, each a specialist brought in specifically for Eva's care. Among them were the heads of neurology and gastroenterology, who had overseen her surgery and monitored her recovery closely. Nathalia, who was busy having fun teasing her brother, laughter died instantly, her face paling as she spotted one of the doctors—a tall, severe-looking man with a sharp gaze that seemed to take in everything. Her mouth fell open, eyes widening as she recognized him. This doctor was

She looked at Sharon and said, "Alternative medicine isn't the same as conventional medicine. There's a different treatment for every patient. There are plenty of renowned doctors around the world, but what are they known for? Every doctor has their unique achievements in their respective specializations." Molly sounded as if she was refuting Sharon.

I frowned as he averted his eyes. "Doctor Vina." Tita uttered. I stood up when the doctor approached. Even Arnaiz and I approached us to find out if the doctor had anything to say. She forced a smile. He looks kind but I don't know why there is something inside me that is not comfortable when I see him. Is there any wrong with her? Or maybe I have a problem with it? "I'm just here to check your vital signs. But you don't have to worry because just after a few days, he can be discharged."

Surely, even she isn’t going to like the sound of that. “I’m fine,” I say again. “No, you’re not,” Farrah tells me. “If you can’t tell me, that’s fine, but promise me you’ll do something about it, okay? Whatever this is that’s bothering you, it’s affecting the way you work, and that’s not okay, especially because there are other people counting on you. There are lives at stake at this hospital. You better get your act together, Doctor.”