Fiction Doctor Novels & Stories

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 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

I chuckled as I walked to him, placed the files on his table as I sat opposite him. “What do you mean by fake doctor?” I asked him and he chuckled as he took off his stethoscope, placing it on the table. “A few days back, some patients came to see me, a woman who claimed to have a brain tumor to be precise as one of them and another, who also had a brain tumor.” He took a deep inhale. “What happened then?” I asked him and he chuckled.

The doctor finally moved his head a little. “You don’t believe me?” Fred chuckled, then sighed, “Fine, it’s okay if you don’t because I don’t need you to. Once you see their bodies, you’ll know I’m telling the truth! Do you choose to believe a lowly Hyderland businessman over me, a duke? What a joke!” Fred got up, seemingly about to leave. “W-Wait…” The doctor spoke weakly, and Fred heard him and turned around. “Please…I beg you. Leave my family alone. T-They’re…innocent,” the doctor murmured.

Doctor Dolores took a step back, then shook her head. “Don’t do that. Becoming a doctor is my way of making money. I became a celebgram also because of my profession. What will happen if the medical association finds out what happened?” Doctor Dolores pleaded. “You think I care?” Nicko quipped. “Please, Young Master, don’t do this. I will stop bothering you! I will not insult your wife again,” the young doctor pleaded again.

I excused myself then walked towards Doc Emman while covering myself using the robe. "What's the problem?" I asked him the moment that I stood in front of him. "You are my problem!" He shouted. I immediately raised both eyebrows and frowned at him. I never really understood him! I clenched my fists and screamed loudly in front of him. "You're really such an ambiguous doctor! I hate you !" I shouted in anger then walked away from him. My day is ruined. I thought I would be able to rest but I think I was wrong. Often I really don't know what he wants to happen. Doc Emmanuel Nikolai Almoreno is like that—an Ambiguous Doctor where I unfortunately need to deal with everyday.

the doctor stuttered. “Lying is prohibited… You have the guts to lie to me?” The caller asked. “No, I'm not lying. The FBI officers were here on their own to get the result when they realized the result was stolen.” Said the doctor. “Was stolen by whom?” He asked. “I… I don't know. I told them I didn't know.” The doctor replied. “You dare lie again?” His voice was not too loud, but filled with anger and danger. “I… no. I…” the doctor stammered.

he was even offering him such money. "Please, leave my office," the doctor said sternly, ready to push her away if she is not willing to leave. "How dare you? did you know I'm now Mrs. Nattie's daughter? I can get you fired," Cecilia boasted and the doctor smirked. "How dare you, I can easily confess that I forge the result, I would be arrested for that but I'll be granted bail but you would be despised by Mrs. Nattie's and she may even send you to jail for deceiving her, so?" the doctor said.

Alexander snorted coldly, "My wife’s health is perfectly fine. How could she possibly be sick?" "I see through your ploy. You’re trying to create confusion as a way to get close to me and achieve your hidden agenda!" Woody spoke seriously, "As a doctor, I don’t make false claims. I’m merely stating a fact." "You? A doctor?" Alexander sneered with disdain. "You really dare to flatter yourself. Did you even graduate from medical school?" "You’re out here conning people, and you dared to bring your scam to me? You must have nerves of steel!"

He looked up as I approached. "Miss," he greeted again. "I hope you’ve come to your senses—" I cut him off by pulling out my phone. "Actually," I said loudly, making sure everyone nearby could hear me, "I came to expose a fraud." Everyone turned their heads. The doctor frowned. "What are you talking about?" I held up my phone, my thumb hovering over the play button. "You see, doctor, I overheard something very interesting earlier. And since you claim to be such an honest and dedicated physician, I’m sure you won’t mind if I share it with everyone here."