Genius Doctors Novels & Stories

Zhang Clan is one of the richest powerhouses in the country. A family of respectable doctors and generals. Dean is the grandson of the ruthless General Jin Zhan, who was known to be a war god in his young years. He's a widely known genius, the second son of Dr. Sean Zhang (Neurosurgeon), and Dr. Aurora Yang (Paediatricsurgeon). Because he was a prodigy, he was able to master all types of surgeries. After studying abroad, he volunteered for medical missions around the globe. Then returned to the country and worked in one of their hospitals.

Deep inside the door, the heavy iron deadbolts began to slide back on their own, responding directly to her genetic signature. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The massive steel door slowly swung open, revealing the brilliant silver bunker beyond. Inside, the room was breathtaking. Hundreds of towering server racks pulsed with a soft, silver light, humming like a giant hive of mechanical bees. In the very center of the room sat the glowing silver throne, the heart of the global communication grid. But the peace of the room was ruined by Judge Vance. He stood near the throne, holding a sleek gold blaster pointed directly at Dr. Laura, who was still tied to the chair.

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?

"I offered to hook Master Jones up with a doc for his wife. After she gets checked out at the hospital, I'll send the test results to the doc, see if there's a cure." "A doctor?" Cole's brow furrowed. With William's connections, what doctor had not he tried? Helma read his mind. "Doctor Harlana." Harlana? Cole looked on thoughtfully. How on earth did Helma know someone like that? Professor Harlana was not just any doctor; She was a legend in the medical world, with top research institutes around the globe vying to have HER on their teams. She had turned down jaw-dropping salary offers and luxury perks. Professor Harlana was a true enigma in the field of medicine.

I answered nervously. "I already scanned your information and I find your experiences and capabilities worthy to be part of my team. Well, other people may find me the best, but I still consider myself as a Doctor who aspires to explore my knowledge and strengthens my expertise more. So, I only have one question for you, Ms. Navarro." He said then cleared his throat. "G-go on, Doc. I'm l-listening," I nervously said. "Why did you choose to be in a medical field when all of the opportunities are behind your back already? I mean, I was pertaining to your parents. I heard their best engineers." He said.

That someone had tried to kill her? Alistair waited. His fingers drummed once against the armrest of the chair, his patience wearing thin. “You’re lying,” he murmured. Belle sucked in a sharp breath. Before she could speak, the door swung open. A doctor entered, holding a file in his hands. Belle’s blood ran cold. The doctor, oblivious to the storm brewing in the room, glanced up, his gaze bouncing between her and Alistair before settling on the latter. "Mr. Kensington," he said, polite but unreadable. "There’s something you need to know."

Not only was he childhood friends with Jerome and personal doctor, he was a renowned doctor in the country who was good at what he does. At the age of 14 he graduated from Harvard with a degree that shocked the entire nation and made its way to the Guinness book of record. The entire world paid close attention to the kid and was a medical genius and of course he lived up to name and indeed became a medical genius, every single person wants to be treated by him. Reluctantly, I let him guide me out of the hospital. “Secure the building and make sure no one is taking pictures this time around..” He instructed his guards with a stern expression.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

He felt the weight of the last few hours weighing on him. “We discovered he is considered to be a very renowned doctor who has trained so many famous geniuses in the medical field." Came the response. “Okay,” Travis mumbled, knowing there was likely more to the story. “We have confirmed through the data alignment of the dates that the doctor was a trainer at the period that the doctor was in school. We believe that this places him as the person who trained her.” The voice continued on the other end. “Okay, if we have the timeline and we have a name for the trainer, why can’t we narrow down Athena’s identity?” Travis asked.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.