Dr Virgil Swann Novels & Stories

"I'm Dr. Julius Corvan, Miss Dennison. A surgical expert was hired by the Hawthorne family to handle their more unusual medical needs." Natalie's back hair prickled as he said the last bit. Nonetheless, her expression remained emotionless, even bored. "In that case, Doctor, I doubt this is the last time we become intimately acquainted. Do express my heartfelt gratitude to Lord Hawthorne for preventing me from dying from my little tantrum." Corvan fixed her with an indecipherable expression for a long time. Then, without warning, he flung out his hand and grabbed her wrapped forearm in a tight grasp. Natalie couldn't hold back a choked intake of anguish. "Make no mistake, Miss Dennison," Cor

What if— The door burst open and a man in surgical scrubs emerged, moving with the kind of purposeful speed that suggested he was used to making split-second decisions. Dr. Shawn was in his early sixties, with silver hair and sharp eyes that took in everything at a glance. He clutched the black card in one hand like it was made of plutonium. Their eyes met across the waiting room, and Ravyn saw the exact moment recognition flashed across his face. Not recognition of her—they'd never met in person—but recognition of what the card represented. Of who Whisper_119 was and what favors might be called in.

After finishing, Rhys pulled out the doctor beside him, who appeared to be an expert with a head full of gray hair. "Miss Swann, this is Virgil Badman, the director of our hospital's plastic surgery department. He has extensive experience suturing wounds and considerable clinical expertise in wound healing and scar prevention in the later stages." Catherine understood that the person in front of her was the expert arranged to take care of Audrey's wound. She fixed her gaze on Virgil, her cold eyes tinged with distance and respect. "I just want to know one thing. Will the wound leave scars or not?"

"These past few days, my heart has felt like it had a boulder pressing on it. Now it's finally lighter." "What about the real autopsy report?" Melvin asked. Dr. Xu smiled helplessly. "Something that important—I kept it safe. I was worried." "Dr. Xavier, name your price. We want the materials you have." "An exchange," Dr. Xavier said seriously. He only wanted what Melvin had. Melvin raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Fine. But I'm curious—who exactly was that woman?" Dr. Xavier drained another cup of water. “Vivian Wilson from the Wilson family. I've seen her on TV."

Virgil was never treated by others with this kind of attitude before, so his mood darkened as he looked at the captain, feeling upset. However, Virgil did not plan to give up. He quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "I'm Virgil Knowles from the Knowles family of Anneshire. We're going into Drunham City to take care of some important business. I'd appreciate it if you'd do me a favor.." Virgil gave his subordinate a signal with his eyes as he spoke, and his subordinate immediately understood it. He grabbed a few packets of expensive cigarettes and some envelopes with money in them from the car. Then, he handed them to the captain.

someone spoke in inarticulate Draconian just then. A middle-aged balding foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes strode in just then. He was carrying a large briefcase and seemed so pompous that he was oblivious to the murderous vibe in the hall. "Hmph." Titus did not appear deterred that his impulse for payback was thwarted. Turning toward Glen, he smiled faintly. "Mr. Turnbull, this is Professor Roberts, who works at a famous university abroad. He's the global leading authority in virology and infectious diseases—he can deal with any conditions, no matter how difficult it might be."

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued) “Can you delay collecting the divorce certificate?” “Ms. Shaw, I was about to call you.” Ryan took the laptop from me and walked away with Lillith. Vincent sat down in front of me on the other side of the table. Wilfred Brooke was Dr. Wilson Carter’s junior. “I asked for Mr. Westfield’s latest scan, Dr. Brooke. Where is Dr. Carter?” I asked Wilfred, trying to keep my voice calm, but I was now shaking in rage.

Quantico Marine Base, Virginia. Colonel Harlon Morgan was a career military man stationed six and a half hours from Huntington, WV. The distance could have been worlds away. He didn’t know his daughter existed. Doc had set up a meeting explaining that his lab had important findings to share. Dr. Sawyer was a bigger deal than any of us understood. He had a visiting physician’s permit at several area hospitals as a disguise to collect genome samples from enhanced humans for his lab, a lab known for its groundbreaking techniques and scientific research.

“There are three more people who knew about this laboratory’s existence?” “Ah yeah. I forgot to tell you. Sorry.” The doctor slightly scratched his head. “I’m getting old, you know. Haha. One of them is your cousin Aquiro and my children, Professor Zyrille De Vega and Danryll, he’s a policeman in a nearby town.” “Ah. Okay.” Trestan nodded. “How about the story behind the microorganism?” “I thought you forgot about it.” Doctor De Vega sat on his chair and turned on his laptop to show Trestan some images. An image of a lady doctor who has blonde short hair, pale skin tone, and ash gray eyes.

Being called an angel by him, was the nicest compliment she had received in what felt like ages. As Evelyn entered her apartment she reached out grabbing the television remote from the night table by the door hitting the power button. "And in today's news we have received word of something almost unheard of. Famous Doctor Darrel Gilbert was pronounced dead this morning." Evelyn froze in front of her couch and turn giving the television her full attention while lowering herself into the seat. "On the desk next to his body was pictures of him having sexual contact with many women, either family or the victims themselves who had been patients in his care, while using his position as the hospita