Doctors 소설 & 이야기

"Is he taking them? I know it's unprofessional of me to ask you this but you're his personal doctor so did you know anything about it please tell me , doctor ..." Ridhima stated to the doctor with her almost pleading voice to which she saw the doctor exhale sharply . ",I am sorry, Mrs Rai singhania but I can't share my patients confidential information with anyone it's aginst my oths." The doctor uttered while giving an apologetic look to her. Ridhima heart got clutched inside her chest hearing the doctor where as she turned more worried . So she held the doctor's arm in desperation "Please doctor, if he's taking them. I need to know about it please ."

"Well hello, boys. I will be right at you after this one patient. Hello boy, what matters with you?" Mac frowned at him. "You know these two, doc?" Doctor Prime nodded. "Yes. They're my clients too." "Well, don't stick your nose along with them, you hear me? They're trouble makers," Mac said, standing up. Doctor Prime chuckled and side stepped, making way for Mac to the back room. "I perfectly know that. Boys will be boys." "I'm not like them. I'm a good boy," was Macs reply before he disappeared to the back room.

Declan’s life hung by a thread, and I was drowning in fury. The doctors’ wing smelled strongly of antiseptic, the kind that stung my nose and left a bitter taste in my throat. Nurses rushed past, wheeling carts of supplies, their eyes darting quickly to me before dropping again. They could feel it. The storm I carried. I reached the glass-panelled door at the end of the hall and shoved it open. Inside, three doctors were huddled together, charts in hand. One of them, a man in his forties with streaks of grey at his temples, looked up first. His expression tightened as he recognized me.

"All done, Trevor. I'm out of medicine. Come back tomorrow morning." Trevor felt his leg and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor!" The doctor turned away, getting busy with his things. He shooed them out with a wave. Zara left, full of doubts. She pulled out her phone and searched for Xanadu Medical Center to look for the doctor's photo. Zara flipped through Xanadu Medical Center's website and, sure enough, she spotted the doctor. His name was Austin Simmons, and he was the head of the department.

Then she bent over and spoke into Kylie’s ear, “I would be right back. If you can feign injury for just another hour or two so we can get to talk a tad longer, that wouldn’t be bad either.” Kylie smiled wryly as she watched Helena skip out of her room. She still couldn’t believe that this woman was of the same profession that she aspired to enter. “Is she really a doctor? Kylie could not help but ask once Helena was out of her room. Henry chuckled upon hearing her question and said, “Believe it or not, Dr. Cudjoe is one of the top doctors in our country. She has specialized in seven different medical fields, including Neurosurgery, and is an engineer as well.”

another muttered bitterly. But then his eyes met those of a senior doctor who stood silent, his expression grave and unreadable. “What’s wrong?” the first doctor asked, noticing the senior doctor’s deathly stillness. “What did you just say?” a cold, menacing voice cut through from the other side. The doctors froze, their faces paling. They hadn’t realized George Kingston was standing there, witnessing everything. “Sir… Sir…” one doctor stammered, his file slipping from his trembling hands and hitting the floor.

“This situation is not ours to handle. I believe our expertise would be better elsewhere.” “Oh, really?” Elora echoed with a snort. “Since you prioritize the secret of your company over the safety of the sick ones here,” the doctor frowned. “None of us will be liable for the death of anyone here as a result of misinformation. Good day.” The man strutted out, and his fellows followed him. Xavier was about to walk through the entrance when he saw the doctors heading towards him and froze. The doctor stopped before him, said a few things, and then stormed down the stairs as his minions trailed behind him.

*** Only a few days later after the testing, I find myself back in the hospital. Doctor Jones, who was introduced to me as co-head pack doctor, stands behind Doctor Koppler, who is seated at a sterile desk, his hands folded against his lips. It seems like an eternity has passed since one of the people present in the room has said something, and I gulp, forcing myself not to disrupt the uncomfortable silence with some awkward set phrase.

They both muttered and left. I later got to find out that the doctors were foreigners, they were imported by the senior doctor and Mrs Annabelle being the sole sponsor, as they were professional and renowned doctors. They were brought in to treat Stefan and I know they really tried their best, but that's it, I was a little bit too late to come here.

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.