Fiction Doctor Novels & Stories

She snorts and leans over the counter to take a peek at my screen. “You’re working already?” “Actually, my shift started hours ago when I got a text message from Dr. Gilmore. One of her patients had a tumor. Dr. Royce deemed it inoperable, but she thought I’d have a different opinion.” “And?” “I removed it,” I tell her. Her jaw drops. I grin. “Yup. I’m a genius.” She shakes her head. “You’re a pompous ass, is what you are.” “A genius pompous ass,” I correct her.

"Upon examining her, I noticed that the doctor who treated her initially had deliberately misled her. He gave a diagnosis without the necessary qualifications, as Deborah was never seen by an otolaryngologist. This means that the doctor either lied on his own, or was paid to say she had permanently lost her voice because the family didn’t want to spend the money for her proper treatment and full recovery." "Which aligns with what we've presented," Christian chimed in. "They stole my client’s money to fund their own lavish lifestyle." "That’s a lie!" Frederick shouted, slamming his fists on the table. "My poor Deborah will never regain her voice! How dare you give her false hope with your cha

"I'm telling the truth ..." Ceasar handed me the doctor's phone. "What's his name here in your contact?" I asked. "Important client ..." said the doctor so immediately searched for that name. When I saw that I immediately called but could not be contacted. I called again, but still could not be contacted. I looked at the doctor who was still crying until now. I asked the doctor again with so many questions such as: where is her daughter was being treated, if she recognized the man's voice, if she used someone to give her the fake medicines and where they first met. She answered all those and she didn't seem to be lying.

Freddy said. “She comes in for a weekly fucking. Basically your own private whore.” The other man said. “And both of you can leave, now.” The doctor said as he stood over them. “She is nothing of the sort, by the way. When I said leave, I mean pack up your things and leave for good. I will not allow you to be here and work with our patients.” “Wait till the review board finds out about this experiment,” Freddy said as he smirked as he pulled himself out of her and then stood as he pulled up his pants.

"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.”