Hot Doctor Novels & Stories

They only gaped at him. “Get out, you useless pieces of trash!” Zenith roared. Clatter! After having worked for hours on empty stomachs only to be rewarded with nothing, the staff scurried out with their tails between their legs, not daring to vent their exasperation. The Healing Elder snickered contemptuously. Next to Kiran, Adrian grimaced in embarrassment and whispered to him, “The Healing Elder is one of the three famous doctors in Bayville. It’s said that his medicine can make the dead come alive. It’s impossible to request his treatment without paying a high consultation fee.”

People around them took videos while enthusiastic praise filled the air. The fastest way to understand a hospital was to learn about its attending physicians, especially those adored by patients. A doctor who received such heartfelt appreciation must have cured some serious illnesses. Cleverly, Aria stopped a patient's family member who had been applauding. "Excuse me, what's happening here? Is that doctor famous?" "Don't you know Dr. Horton?" Krista Boone seemed even more surprised than Aria had expected, as if not knowing this doctor showed how ignorant Aria was. "Dr. Horton is practically a miracle doctor. He can cure any disease. Even cancer becomes a minor issue in his hands."

Frank glanced at them briefly, but continued bluntly, "The girl is definitely suffering from a heat condition. Your prescription could kill her!" "You're hilarious!" Ferdy laughed despite himself and looked pointedly at the crowd around him before pointing at himself. "I'm Ferdy Zeller! Anyone in this business knows my name. I've come to Morhen on the merit of my accomplishments as a healer, even though my old practice down south pays better! I have been invited to five national medicine forums, and I've treated hundreds of patients, if not thousands! Who do you think you are to question me?!"

she said looking downturned. Stucking his nose in the air he nodded. "And?" "The Good Doctor Sam attended to me. He actually made some suggestions I don't know if you want to hear of them." She inquired as a muscle in her jaw twitched. Fear. For the past 5years of her life, this was 95 percent of what she felt. Hopefully, Jack would be a gentle man today. Scrunching up his face, he inquired in a low voice. "So what is this suggestion you speak of?"

“Are you even a real doctor, or are you just playing dress-up?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quaking into an amused grin. “Hmm… and why is that?” “You shouldn’t say things like that to your patient,” she said, frowning slightly. He let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes, my mouth doesn’t come with a filter. But for your peace of mind, yes, I am a surgeon specializing in neurology.” He extended his hand toward her. “Blaze Vitale. I graduated from Harvard as a scholar, and my license number is 222431.”

Her right hand reached out to touch Edward's forehead, trying to make sure of his body temperature. "But your body is clearly warm." Edward pushed Chloe's hand away from his forehead. "I've already told you, I'm fine." Chloe shook her head. "No... no... you need to take a fever-reducing medicine. I'm sure your body temperature is high." She then reached for the thermometer, which was available in the nightstand, and used it to check her husband's body temperature. "39.5 degrees. You do have a fever, Ed," Chloe pointed out. She got up and walked decisively towards the dressing table. She opened a drawer and took out a tablet to give to Edward.

I stroke her arm, from elbow to wrist, again and again. — I'll never forget tonight, she says. — Me neither. — Even in a hundred years. — In a hundred years, I'll be dead. — Then I'll remember for both of us. I laugh softly. — You're romantic. — So are you, you know. — No. I'm pragmatic. — You're romantic. You hide it, but you are. — Maybe. — Definitely. The hotel appears. Magnificent, illuminated, majestic. Its windows shine like benevolent eyes. Its marbles gleam under the moon.

for some reason, Alex wasn't meant to ask that question but if he held himself longer than that, he might explode. “I know I called someone but I don't know who that was,” Clara replied. She remembered him telling her not to get involved with him anymore. “It's okay.” When they arrived at the House. Alex gently took Clara into the bathroom. He was going to bathe her by himself and for some reason, Clara didn't object. When he was done, he got some fruits for her in the room to take and some vitamins before the doctor arrived. Clara finished the fruits and by then her temperature was returning to normal.

Elder Young greeted him, and several people in the room addressed him with respect and politeness. Graham Elliot was an esteemed medical authority in Springfield City, renowned for his mastery of both conventional and alternative medicine. His expertise in medicine and pressure point treatment had earned him the title of Holy Doctor and the moniker, Pressure Point King!

I gestured to her direction and she took her seat on the corner of the bed, taking my hands in hers. “He's been like that lately. The hot doctor said it's due to the medications but he gave me assurance that he'd do his best.” I nodded and then squinted my eyes. “Mom? Who exactly is the hot doctor?” I asked and she smiled sheepishly. “Oh come on. You know there aren't a lot of hot doctors here. They all look….” She made a gesture with her hands and a scrunched up expression. “Don't be like that. Don't put words in my mouth. You know he's handsome. Your former employer.” She mentioned and my eyes w