Dr Don Novels & Stories

“Outrageous! What are you doing?!” A serious-looking doctor in his 50s rushed over. As soon as he left the operating room, he heard someone using dry needling to resurrect someone from the dead. He was so frightened that he rushed over. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the other party poking a needle into a fatal point! “Dr. Stein, you're here!” Everyone exclaimed and made way for the other party. His full name was Goddard Stein, a well-known traditional medicine practitioner in Rhineville. More coincidentally, he was Preston’s uncle.

"Mr. Frankton, this is Dr. Troy Layton, the deputy chief of our hospital. Just so you know, chief, Mr. Frankton is a real miracle worker!" Laura was utterly worshipful toward Frank after having seen him in action, not holding back her praise at all.

His voice, laced with authority, cut through the silence, "Who is this?" Tracy's response was humble, almost tinged with a hint of fear, as she averted her gaze from the doctor's piercing eyes. "He's the new janitor," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence descended upon the room, magnifying the tension that hung in the air. Drak stood tall, his expression guarded, as Doctor Hale slowly rose from his chair. Closing the distance between them, he approached Drak with purpose, his eyes locked on the bandage that encircled Drak's head.

He is serious, wasn’t he? ** “Nothing seems to be a problem for the young lady, Kyler.” said Dr. Brown. “Aside from the bruises, she’s perfect.” Dr. Brown is an old man who seems to be working in this field for long. He ran some tests and the results came faster than I expected. Maybe having connections is really a good thing, too because they didn’t asked for my information. “She is perfect.” Kyler said, reaching for my hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

Doctor Rene came to the couch and explained honestly. “Please have a seat, Doctor Rene and quickly tell us what has happened to her?” Natalie was impatient. Doctor Rene turned back and looked at the steady back of the man for whom he had come here especially. Doctor Rene was the head of the Dixon hospital’s doctors but he was nothing in front of Yohan Dixon. “President, if you allow, shall I derive the things?” He asked while suppressing his voice.

I followed him up the stairs on legs that didn’t feel like mine. The bedroom door opened before we reached it. The doctor stepped out, wiping her hands on a crimson-stained towel. She looked exhausted. “He’s fine,” she said without greeting. “I’ve taken out the bullets and cleaned the wounds. Thankfully they didn’t hit any major arteries. He needs to take his pills regularly, please see to it that he does take his pills.” She pressed a bottle of antibiotics and a smaller one of painkillers into my palm. I clutched them so hard the plastic cracked. “I’m not—”

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

As I ate the male nurse who was big in the mid section and had a fat head alnost lie a pig's head started taling smack about my Millie. "That little girl really is just too easy to trick. She sits with you every day for once hour and I bet you screw her good. I would." "Shut up about Millie, she is kin and generous." I said barking a bit. All I wanted to do was kill this man and I would tonight. Afte a while of arguing the doctor cam back in telling this nurse to get out and leave me alone. When night time finally fell I went into the nurses's room which I knew where everyone stayed in. I went in with my butcher knife and tied him up covering his mouth so he could not let out a scream and dr

"Oh, now you care? Where were you when he needed you, Sofia? Off playing house with the enemy?" Luca tensed beside her, but Sofia placed a restraining hand on his arm. "I'm here now," she said firmly. "That's what matters." Before Antonio could respond, a doctor approached, clipboard in hand. "Family of Marco Russo?" he inquired. Sofia stepped forward. "I'm his daughter. How is he?" The doctor's expression was grave. "Mr. Russo's condition is critical. The bullets missed his vital organs, but he's lost a lot of blood. The next 24 hours will be crucial."

“This is all on me. If he'd cursed me out sooner, maybe I'd have woken up sooner.” The rest of his words drowned in sobs. Seeing him cry like that, Ron sighed and turned to look out the door. He paused, then said coldly, “Daphne, why are you standing in the doorway? You're here, come in.” Daphne walked in timidly, a file in her hands. “Don, I couldn't reach you. I went to the estate and asked around, and that's when I learned you were in the hospital.” She looked at Raphael, reached out to stroke his face, and cooed at him with concern. “Don, it must hurt so much.”