Her Personal Doctor Mga Nobela at Kwento

p “I shall take my leave then” I stood to leave before stopping at the door. “Doctor…” “Yes?” “Is there any way I can contact him?” His brows pulled together. “No.” I frowned. “No?” “We don’t have his personal number.” “What about his assistant?” “He rarely keeps the same staff for long.” “His address?” He shook his head. “Nobody knows.” I stared at him in disbelief. “How is that possible?” “He values his privacy more than anything.” Dr. Harris smiled helplessly.

“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.

He said to Theresa and Mabel, "Where is the patient's family?" "I'm here!" Both women answered and hurried up to him. The patient is in a very dangerous condition, and she could die at any moment. We need her relatives to sign this before we begin emergency rescue." The doctor handed them a medical disclaimer and gave a pen to Theresa. "I…" Theresa hesitated. After all, this was a matter of life and death, and she had no right to sign. She had a PhD in medicine and had studied abroad. She knew that doctors would not request for such a medical disclaimer to be signed unless the operation was extremely risky.

[ Aitana ] "Good afternoon, Dr. Alice. I hope I am not late."I greeted my doctor with an apologetic smile. Why did I even say the line. Of coarse, I was late by an hour from my scheduled appointment with my doctor. She had been my personal doctor since I hit the puberty, my mother made sure I wouldn't get pregnant in the wave of teenage passion. I visit her after every three months to get my birth control shot. I missed it once and it ended up in the short but wonderful pregnancy.

She looked as though she was in her late 50s, although her olive skin still had a glow about it. “Hey doc,” said the nurse, “I’ve got a present for ya.” The doctor looked up from her work, and smiled widely when she noticed Amal right behind the nurse. “Oh, hello!” she said. “Come in, come in. Have a seat.” Amal ducked into the room while the nurse walked back to reception. “I’m Belinda Shan,” said the doctor, “Parnos’ resident physician.” “Call me Azrael,” said Amal. “And you’re the only practicing osteopathic doctor here? Really?”

“You noticed.” “How could I not?” I replied, raising my glass. “You’re hard to miss.” “And yet,” she said, leaning in slightly, “you keep trying.” I met her gaze head-on, refusing to step back. “What are you doing here, Doctor?” “Networking,” she said simply. “He insisted I come. He’s one of my patients too.” “Ah, so you mix business with personal connections often?” Her laugh was quiet, smooth. “Only when it’s worth watching.”

he said and I nodded. The doctor turned heading to the door but then stopped and turned back to me. "You look familiar. I can't quite place where I know you from," he remarked, shaking his head, his brow frowned contemplating. "I sometimes accompany my fiancee for her monthly checkups," I replied, hoping to provide a clue that would jog his memory. "Your fiancee?" he asked. "Yes, Selena Kings," I confirmed. "Selena Kings? Wow, I'm Dr. Andrew, Selena's doctor," he revealed, and then chuckled.

Dante teased, hoping it would make Julie laugh and she did. "You're right." Julie sniffed, wiping her tears with a napkin. "You're such a drama queen." Dante teased. "Whatever. Or you'll get lucky and get to be a rich family's personal doctor?" Dante found what Julie said funny so he laughed. "Personal doctor? Julie, I don't think you know the qualifications of being a personal doctor." "Of course, I do but you might get lucky. Just look at Doctor Angelo for example. When he completed his residency last year, he became a personal doctor for that CEO lady."

"I bet being at the hospital is driving her insane, more so with the fact that she has four doctors telling her what to do." Benjamin just raised his eyebrow at her. "Her personal doctor, who's treating her," she started by holding up one finger. "Her husband, Caleb, is a doctor.” She held up another finger. "Then there's your dad—another doctor." She held up a third finger. "And last but not least, there is you," she stated, holding up four fingers. Knowing Benjamin as much as she did, she could just imagine he'd be pestering her to do this and to do that just like the other three doctors.

"Okay, but why do you need a doctor? Specialist in what? I may know someone. My cousin's wife is a doctor with a Ph.D. in Psychology—" "She's exactly who I need," I cut him off. Because of this, he frowned at me and parted his lips as if he wanted to say something but couldn't think of the right word. "Can I trust her with my personal information?" I wondered, not knowing why I had to keep things private. "I suppose my cousin's wife could do that for you; from what I've heard, most of her patients keep everything confidential, and those details aren't something you know," he replied, putting my mind at ease.