Fiction Doctor Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words alone were enough to make the old doctor nearly collapse from fear. Doctor D had served the Ndrangheta family for decades already, he had treated gunshot wounds, poisonings, torture victims and even battlefield injuries for the clan but yet at this very moment he wished he could disappear completely from existence. Because no amount of medical knowledge could prepare him for delivering this kind of news to a man like Giovanni.

asked Ralf while they all facing each other at an empty table of the restaurant. "Who told you that daddy?" she asked. For the first time, she called his dad, daddy that makes Ralf smile. "Vlahdy told me everything and I don't care what kind of creature he is. I just believe that he's a good man. I met him eight year's ago with a wound on his stomach. He first save me before treating his wound then after that I didn't see him again but after one year we meet again by chance. I don't know why I keep meeting him but seems like it's the way for me to see you again Waylan. I become his private doctor because he got no one to take care of him every time he got sick. Waylan, Vlahdy often got sick.

“Your wife and daughter d!ed in your own hands! We all know the truth. It's you who personally injected that anesthesia to your wife because she said she's in pain despite the protest of all the doctors that had been there. You're also the reason why she was rushed to the hospital in the first place that caused her miscarriaged” “Liar! They told you all lies! They're the one who killed my family!” Doctor Pablo shaking his head vigorously. But before anyone could respond, the doctor just suddenly collapsed on the bloody ground which made Roxanne, who had been very silent next to him, squealed in horror. “Take him to the ER,” Felissa ordered. The men quickly moved and carried the unconscious b

"The hospital administration and the local health authorities will likely want a reasonable explanation from you." That final sentence seemed to snap the last thread holding Florence together. She shrieked loudly, "You're lying! You're slandering others!" Her finger shook as she pointed at me, her face ghostly pale. "You're insane! How dare you try to scare people with a fake ID!" But her fear had already betrayed her. The murmurs in the room shifted and were unstoppable now. "So, she really is a forensic pathologist. No wonder she's so unflinching."

She nodded and explained further to him about the fake results and how the medications were replaced. He was well convinced this time that the doctor wasn't at fault. He knew nothing about all that. "Who I'm i gonna see now about this? I don't really know any doctor to tell my problems privately." Fredo thought. He felt desperate to know the truth, but whom to go to at the point of time baffles him. At a time, he decided to put a call through the doctor, he needs to confirm if he's actually out of the City. He grabbed his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his contact. After the third, he didn't pick up his call.

"I have the full proof right here that you took big money from my father to write a false medical report saying he was sick." Dr. Harrison swallowed hard as his throat moved up and down, his eyes looked toward the corner of the room in bewilderment. He reached out to touch the folder, but his fingers were trembling so much he could not open the cover. "I do not know what you are talking about, Miss Fenwick," he said, trying to make his voice sound strong, but I could hear the fear in his voice as plain as day. "Your father is my patient, and his medical history is strictly private between us."

One of the doctors became alarmed as soon as he entered, contemplating overturned stretchers, instruments on the floor, and the smell of disgrace. “I recognize this fake doctor; he studied with me; as I recall, he lost his degree for malpractice; he liked to experiment on patients. They called him the cat because he covered his crap with dirt.” The head nurse began to verify the murderer, since he was the one who looked the worst.

N wasn't done yet. Annoyed, the patient asked, "Are you done?" Dr. N stopped and gave a random answer casually, "You have a problem with your spleen and stomach. I suggest you to change your diet." The patient was stunned. She didn't come here for issues regarding her spleen and stomach. How did that doctor get the conclusion by touching other organs? "You disappoint me, Dr. N. This is a common health condition. You make me doubt you." The fake Dr. N shot back sarcastically, "What's your answer then? Say it."

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

“We would like to lodge a police report. Not only did this man cheat on my daughter, but he also abused my daughter and transferred their marital assets without her knowing. He must be punished!” Everyone was shocked. The police looked very serious. “Mr. Reid, we’ll treat this seriously.” “Wait.” I stopped them. I pointed at the doctor standing near us, whose face paled. “This person faked a diagnosis and caused harm to a patient. He should be held accountable, too.” The doctor looked extremely nervous. When he heard my words, he ignored John’s meaningful gaze and fell onto his knees. Tears were streaming down his face. “I’m sorry, but please hear me out!