Novel & Cerita Fiction Doctor

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

Shouldn’t he have the solution to such a tiny matter? Doctor Rene could not tolerate his straight piercing gaze and lowered his gaze. Yohan Dixon came to him and the doctor shuddered. “ I want her treated anyhow otherwise I will be the only reason for the quit of your career." It was the original Yohan Dixon whose personality resembled with mafia head. The doctor’s throat dried when he heard such a warning. “Mr Dixon, forgive me. I currently am in research on how to deal with such a disease. I will find a way to cure it. Till then, she will be under observation.”

I laughed at his uprightness. "Absolutely not! What do you take me for?! I didn't go to years in college to get my license as a doctor just to do something shady!" The doctor exoloded. "If you want someone who can do your dirty work, there are lots of doctors who are willing to accept a huge payout from you Damian Russo, but I am not going to be that man." Doctor Stefano rubbed his forehead as of he was stressed, then fixed his glasses. The man was a talker and still had a lot to say.

The fake doctor yelled at the man who had food poisoning, “You’re trash. You can’t even handle such a small matter? I just want you to lay on the ground and pretend to be dead. Why can’t you do that? Darn it!” What he said also totally triggered the man who got food poisoning. He yelled at the fake doctor, “Why are you making noise? You pretend to be a doctor and I have to pretend to be a patient all the time! If you’re capable, let’s switch our roles! Why didn’t you look at the centipede? It nearly bit me! If I was bitten, I would die on the spot. I’m here to earn money, not to risk my life. Do you understand me?”

Alex was in the middle of his study, wincing a little as he tried to take off his jacket when he heard the door open. It was Doc. The only person he trusted with his health.Doc, Mather Andrews, was a skilled medical practitioner who lost his license after a fraud scandal which involved the trafficking of deceased children organs. In retrospect the organs were being taken to other kids whose lives were hanging in balance, in impoverished countries.

I stood speechless as I stared at the doctor unable to believe what he had said. I made the meal myself and I did not poison the food. So the doctor had to have been mistaken. I walked up to the doctor and gave him a sharp look. “Doctor, are you absolutely certain she was poisoned? This isn’t a light accusation you’re throwing around.” I said still in shock. The doctor frowned at me, and said “Miss Daciana, I have been in this profession for 15 years. I’m fairly certain I know a case of poisoning when I see it. However, if you need me to, I can take a sample to the lab and run some tests.”

is one of the largest investors in several well-known hospitals in the world. "You're pregnant," the doctor said very casually. She went back to her workbench and wrote something down there. Meanwhile, Fiona with half consciousness got up from the bed and walked to the doctor's desk—almost hitting the end of the table. She sat down on the chair opposite the woman in the white coat. "The doctor is cheating me, right?" Lafanya—the doctor's name—snored. She knows true the personality of Miss Aubrey who has trust issues with those around her. "I've sworn in the name of my uniform," she said. "Where could I possibly lie to you who is obviously my patient now?"

"Alpha, sincerely I don't understand what you mean by false result. How can a professional doctor carry out a test and give a false information. This shows that whatever treatment I give to the patient, I am already committing murder" "Forget about this preaching and tell us how you came about this result, unless you want to experience the other side of me" I noticed the doctor was not looking at Ezra anymore. His focus his on the two friends. With his legs shaking and the eye language was very obvious that I began to think so many things. "It is true that the result is fake"

“A story, Doctor. Tell me one.” Ava forced her lungs to draw air. The taste was sterile, filtered, smelling faintly of leather and his expensive, cold cologne. Her heart knocked against her ribs, a frantic, trapped thing. She met his gaze. This was a performance for her life. “His name is Jack Reilly,” she said. Her voice was steady. She was a doctor delivering a grim diagnosis, detached and professional. “We were colleagues. Years ago. A university research project.” He took a single, slow step closer, invading her space, his presence a physical pressure. His skepticism was a palpable force. “A colleague?”

A version of her stalled somewhere in a process I didn't have a framework for and didn't want one. A face I didn't know on the table beside her — a man, older, a white coat half-formed over something that wasn't quite a chest yet. I later recognized this person, this had been a doctor, one who'd falsified test results once for money working for Mia to help Matthew treat his former wife like trashand ended up paying for it in a much worse currency than he'd planned on. And at the far end of the room, on the last table, a face I had been looking at every morning for eight months without understanding what I was actually looking at.