Fiction Doctor Novels & Stories

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"

Her body's betrayal of her mind's revulsion. "I'm providing choices." He turned her wrist over, studying the pale skin like it held answers. "The judge chose to come here. Chose to cheat on his wife. I simply profit from human nature." "That's bullshit rationalization and you know it." His laugh was dark velvet. "Such language from a doctor's mouth. I'm starting to think there's more to you than medical degrees." A commotion erupted near the bar. A young woman in silver sequins swayed, hand clutching her throat. Her eyes rolled back. She dropped like a marionette with cut strings.

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.

“As for Dakor, I’ve made sure he’s handled. He won’t betray Familia again.” What does he mean by that? The door opens. The doctor walks in, flanked by men in white scrubs. I’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Even in hell. My heart thuds. “Dakor Romanov.” The doctor says my name like a death sentence. “You’ve been diagnosed with psychosis, sociopathy, and self-harm. You’re a threat to yourself and those around you, and for that reason, you’d have to be in rehabilitation until further notice.”

"What are you doing? Vincent was just trying to help. Look at your temper–you snap at anyone you see!" Vincent stepped forward and took Diana by the arm, right in front of me. "Easy, Diana. I've been through it myself, I understand. These doctors love to exaggerate. They want patients like us to feel scared so we’ll cooperate with all kinds of medication and tests. "It’s not that serious. They just make it sound worse than it is. "Doctors in public hospitals aren’t reliable. You need someone more professional. I have a cousin who’s an expert in this field. I can send him Nathan’s medical records.

Alex stiffened immediately. The door slowly opened. A doctor entered. Middle-aged. Professional. Carrying a clipboard. Nothing unusual. Yet something felt wrong. Very wrong. The doctor smiled. "How are we feeling today?" Alex's pulse accelerated. He had never seen this doctor before. Never. The man approached the bed. Calmly. Confidently. Then Alex noticed it. The hospital ID badge. Fake. The photograph was peeling. The name had been printed incorrectly. A detail most people would miss.

the doctor said to us. The young doctor moved forward and bowed. "I'm Doctor Frederick, I will be treating you," he greeted and introduced himself, but I was the only one who replied to him as Darwin was already fuming with anger. It seemed he saw what the doctor was doing as unnecessary and wanted me to be treated as fast as possible.

I frowned when I saw that the doctor's forehead has also frowned. "There must be a mistake, Mr. Leofwin. I'm the attending physician of that woman in 506 and... I already saw her husband... it's not you." What the!!? What does the doctor say? That Nicky has introduced himself as another wife and who is that bastard?! "He's this quiet young man. Asian-looking, tall and had a good-natured face. Wearing a white jacket and..." when the doctor said "Fvck!" I can't stop saying. The doctor was shocked. But I don't care. My blood suddenly boiled when I heard the description of who the man was referring to even though I knew who he was.

He asked. Astria was scared of this side of Alaric; he was monstrous and could break her into pieces if she dared press his buttons. "Lyra is lying, you should know that the doctor who conducted the DNA test on Fred and yourself has been your personal doctor for years. I don't know him from Adam." Astria defended herself. Alaric reasoned with what Astria had said. There was no way Astria would have known his personal doctor, since he was an elite doctor and didn't work in hospitals. He was hired exclusively by Alaric.