Dr Don Novels & Stories

Dustin’s face grew colder. “How dare you make trouble at my clinic?!” Dylan’s assistant shouted at Dustin. Dylan’s face darkened, and he was getting annoyed. Delia watched in delight as Dustin got into trouble. Her face was full of mockery. “Dustin, Dr. Parker is a famous physician in Rivenesco and was once the director of the best hospital in the North Border. He’s also a reputable top grade physician. Show some respect!” she yelled at him. “Forget it, Dustin. Let’s just wait a little longer.” Simone tugged at Dustin’s sleeve.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

Although Rigoberto had never seen him personally, he was in the business industry and had heard of him before. Cyrus also recognized him but never expected such a big shot worth tens of billions to come to a small place like the Hills’ villa. “I-Isn’t this the boss of Sentinel Security, Kannon?” Rigoberto also identified another one of them. “I-Isn’t that Bjorn?” “Who’s Bjorn?” “Bjorn Truman! He is called the Doctor of Wonders. His medical skills are on par with the genius doctor, Dr. Fallon. He is also recognized worldwide as a talented doctor.

He had a very angry and gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Donald! The genius doctor, Dr. Simmons, is an expert doctor who is very well-known in Aurous Hill. He has treated and saved the lives of countless people! Moreover, he’s also one of my very close friends! Why did you smash his clinic?” Donald was very shocked when he heard Charlie and Lord Moore’s words. Unexpectedly, Anthony and Charlie actually shared a strong friendship!

she began, "I hate to interrupt, but Dr. Elliott Sanderson from the Center for Disease Control is here to see you. He said that you were expecting him." Before Dr. Arnold could reply, Elliott pushed his way past the slight nurse and flashed credentials in Dr. Arnold's general direction. "Dr. Arnold," he said, thrusting his hand forward and vigorously shaking the hand of the confused medical director. "It's nice to see you again. How have you been since I saw you early this morning?"

she continued, already dialing a number, “I’m calling my doctor—Dr. Drake Ramoray.” The name alone sent a ripple of shock through me. Dr. Drake Ramoray wasn’t just any doctor—he was the doctor. The richest, most exclusive physician in the entire United States. He only treated millionaires and billionaires, his services coming with a price tag so high that even the wealthiest had to think twice before calling him. He was known for his groundbreaking treatments, cutting-edge medical techniques, and a reputation so elite that getting an appointment with him was nearly impossible unless you were someone who had a private jet parked in their backyard.

She did not say anything as well. Looking at the two of them, Joseph started to feel agitated. “This is not an incurable disease. What are you crying for?” Madam Dunn lifted her head. Even though her once lively and bright eyes looked old now, they were still attractive. However, her usually flirtatious eyes were now glaring at her respectable husband. That doctor knew about the Dunns. He specialized in leukemia. He had treated many rich and famous people and his friends who were in the media. After knowing about the Dunns, he hesitated before asking whether there were any other siblings.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

"No, D, see me, I'm jumping, I'm fine, I'm—" Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she saw darkness. Her mind went blank. The last thing she heard and felt was Donovan's scream and his arms catching her falling body. Moments later, Donovan was pacing again outside her hospital room. God, what now? he thought. He had warned her she wasn't strong enough. Oh, God. He sat down to wait for the doctor's report. After about fifteen minutes, he was called into the doctor's office. He observed the doctor's expression, which was not negative, giving him hope.

He went straight to the sofa and set the box down on the coffee table. "What's that for, Doc?" The female doctor asked, I turned to her and read her name plate. Iranlen L. Espinosa, MD Certified Orthopedic Surgeon Total joint replacement specialist Loren did not answer her. To my surprise, I turned to him, his forehead already furrowed at me. "Sit here," he gestured to the chair next to him. I was shocked and none of my own walked closer. He just stared at me as I approached, nor did he avert his gaze as I didn’t know where to turn his eye.