Fiction Doctor Novels & Stories

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

The doctor was sweating profusely, his hands trembling so violently he could barely hold his pen as he nervously kept glancing toward the locked door. "I... I shouldn't be doing this, Miss Danielle," the doctor stammered, his voice cracking as he wiped his damp forehead with a sleeve. "This could end my entire life and career. Medical fraud of this magnitude is a huge risk. If the administration or the board finds out I forged an emergency admission and a fetal distress report for a patient who isn't even pregnant, I will be stripped of my license. I'll be completely ruined." Before Danielle could snap at his cowardice, a dark figure detached itself from the shadows near the window. Reid ste

"Hurry up and write me another note. Just say I'm about to die." The doctor had gone pale, sweat beading on his forehead. "Miss Bennett, I really can't write you another one. I've already forged that many records for you over the years—bone cancer, leukemia, depression. Every single one of them fake. If this ever comes out, my career is finished." Lena's expression darkened. "Fine, don't write it. Then I'll go report you myself, right now." The color drained from the doctor's face entirely.

“ Hello , I am the doctor in charge for mr Axel Danados’s analysis and check ups . “ said the female doctor when she entered . Antonio opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked a the doctor . Axel was also surprised when he looked at her . “ Isn’t Alex my doctor ? “ asked Axel with a cold stare . “ I have known already about your relationship with doctor Alex . Doctor Alex is the golden surgeon and golden doctor of our hospital . Luckily it is our month to collaborate with him and it is an honour . He personally told me to be in charge of you . Can you please be reasonable and cooperate with me ? “ said the doctor . “ What’s your name ? “ asked Axel . “ My name is Ami . “ said doctor Ami

his daughter asked, tears streaming down and soaking her beautiful blue dress. "Daughter... please, take her away. She has nothing to do with this. My family is innocent!" he said again, nervously. "Oh, my dear doctor, you don't want to reveal the truth in front of your daughter? The truth that you are a liar, an impostor, and unethical? I heard your dear daughter dreams of becoming a doctor to be an excellent physician like her father. What will happen when she finds out you falsified the death certificate of my daughter and the cause of death to make it look like Eleanor is a murderer!" I shouted angrily. Dr. Afonsos' daughter looked at him surprised, shaking her head in disappointment. It

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

She collapsed onto a sofa, covering her face with a handkerchief. The doctor took her blood pressure. Everything was normal. Her pulse was stable. He offered to run tests to check her iron levels, considering the chronic anemia she claimed to have. "No," she said, pulling away. "I already told you I'm terrified of needles. Don't insist." The doctor looked at Adrian with resignation. "I can't diagnose anything without tests. There's nothing clinically indicating an emergency. She may be fine... or she may be faking it. I can't confirm a diagnosis just by looking at her; there is nothing physically wrong with her."

"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."

The Russian hulk entered the room, and he nodded at me respectfully and, as usual, Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw him up and close. “Sergey, would you please tell Doctor Jackson here who was the monster that pummeled me yesterday?” I asked absently as I began to sip my coffee, enjoying its bitter taste and feeling it lightening up my nerves. Just what I needed. “No animal sir, it was Miss Brown who fucked you up like that.” Sergey said firmly, and I threw my head back and chuckled loudly, shaking and feeling tears fall from my eyes because Jackson spat his food and stared at me in horror