Dr Kureha Novels & Stories

Kojiro had also sent her the doctor's name so she knew who to talk to * Hello ...I'm calling about Kojiro Hyuga ...yes, my name is Keyla and I'm the team doctor of the Japan national team and also Kojiro's medical supervisor ...they only release him if I pick him up in person, Did I understand that correctly? Keyla shook her head at herself… *yes yes my helper syndrome* she scoffed and even Genzo heard that and grinned at her. ... yes I hear ... in 3 days, so on the 9th?

“Who is this person and what should I do there?” Lesley bit her lower lip slightly in hesitation, but then she told him. “The name is Kuroda Arimura. He is one of our adventurers. He is… Sick, and he refused to come to work. Everyone has been trying to persuade him to come to work, but he just needed more time to recover.”

He shook hands with Taylan, accent clear, voice calm. Kyla had read a lot about this doctor. His works in the animal world were amazing. Maybe one day she will be worthy to have him as her mentor. Beside him was his Japanese wife, looking elegant in her Dior Haute Couture dress. Her smile looked a little stiff; she must have been tired. Dr. Romano’s sharp eyes met hers. “And who might this be?” Kyla straightened with a polite smile. “Kyla Harper. Intern at Hawthorne.”

Who is the founder of this research institute? "It's someone called Dr. K… He is a Caneese professor who spearheaded the establishment of this research institute. Previously, he has published a few medical journals and is quite famous in the field of medicine in Mosgravia. But, hey… why in the world are you all asking about this?" Julien was in a daze after Jonah's kiss. His tone was dreamy. Alyssa probed, "Other than these, do you know anything else about the organization?"

He looked at her first, the direct unhurried assessment of a doctor who checked the person before the paperwork. "You look tired," he said. "I am tired," she said. "You said it was something good." "It is." He opened the folder. "I need to give you some context first." Three weeks ago, while he had been in the western territory with the twins, Rowan had been contacted by a woman named Dr. Sera Nakamura. She was a cellular biologist at a private research institute in Seattle, one of a small and careful network of human scientists who had known about supernatural biology for years through various channels and had been conducting quiet, ethical research with the cooperation of willing supernatu

I needed the quiet time to prepare myself and make sure I looked like someone who knew what she was doing instead of someone who was terrified of failing. At exactly nine AM, the door opened. Dr. Yuki Tanaka walked in first, a geneticist from Tokyo, one of the world's leading experts in CRISPR technology. She was younger than I expected, around thirty-five, with short black hair and glasses. "Dr. Blackwood." She bowed slightly. "Thank you for this opportunity." "Thank you for taking a chance on us." The others arrived a few minutes apart and over the next thirty minutes. Dr. Jubilee Obi, a Nigerian neuroscientist who specialized in degenerative diseases. He'd published award winning work on

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

He grabbed his glass of rum and gulped some, drinking to the thought. "You still hooking up with different girls, eh?" Levi chimed in, combing his fingers through his thick and dark curly mane. Like Jesse, he used Clix excessively. He slept around and kept notches on his bed post - especially those models and local celebrities he had sex with.

Helma said softly, "Will you believe me? I am the internationally famous Professor Harlana. When I say there's a cure, I mean it. I am not bluffing you." Cole's eyes were staring at Helma with ease. Her sweet and gentle voice soothed his heart that had been anxious all this week. Helma said firmly, "Believe me, I can definitely cure you, okay? My current research plan already has a 35% success rate. Cole, I will definitely improve the success rate above 50% before the operation!" Cole did not answer. He just stared at her steadily. Helma wanted to speak again, but his arm stretched out and wrapped around her neck, pressing her head towards him.