Fiction Medical Books Novels & Stories

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

Would Nicole actually revise things properly like them? She stretched her head over and took a careful glance. 'Damn.... I didn't understand at word at all.' Lulu then silently pulled her little head away. When June saw her reaction, she too was a little curious as she glanced at Nicole and asked, "Nicole, what are you looking at?" Nicole waved the book in her hand, her voice somewhat impassive. "The Hippocratic Papers." 'The what?' Seeing that Lulu and June were staring blankly at her, Nicole explained plainly. "The first medical journal in history. the many simple yet primitive theories inside it are actually quite interesting."

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

Charmine waited on the same spot, but it did not take long before Dr. Weir came out of his house with a few books in his arms. The books seemed ancient, with dark blue covers and old-styled writings. [Secrets of Weir], [Weir’s Medications], [Notes from Weir]… Charmine’s brows furrowed at the sight of the books. She had heard about them before, and they were the most invaluable books in the medical world. No matter which book it was, in it were recorded methods for curing some diseases unknown to regular people.

She went behind Simon’s desk, where there was a glass wall and a view of the entire city from the other side. Simon sat on his swivel chair and looked at the folders on his table. Luna stared out at the entire city. She walked around his office. She went to the bookshelves and took a book. “Jeez, how do you read those books?” asked Luna. All the books there are about how doctors work. When there are things he doesn’t understand, he just reads them. Simon chuckled. He is signing papers. These books are enjoyable to read and are packed with useful information. There is a lot to learn. Most doctors in forensics in other countries have these books."

Halmes's office wasn't too small, but the shelves on each side of the office contained records, scientific research papers, and books mainly made for doctors. The first time I visited this hospital, I was just six years old and I had asked my mom how the doctor would be able to read all those books. My mother laughed at me and told me that some of the books are those the doctor read in school and during research, and others are documents or records of people who have been in the hospital before, which must be kept for future reference. "How can he be able to know which book is this or that?" That was a very stupid question for me to ask, if I look at it now as an adult.

"There is." The royal library was the most beautiful room I had ever stood in, and I refused to waste it being shy. I found the medical wing in minutes. Whole shelves of it. Herbcraft and wolf physiology and poison-lore, spines I had only ever dreamed existed. I pulled one down with hands that weren't quite steady and started reading like the words might be snatched back.