Lucky Patient Novels & Stories

Aini gave an apologetic smile before accepting the package given, Aini's lunch. “Thank you, Miss. Don't forget to leave five stars. The taxi online's words made Aini give an awkward smile before she finally entered her house again and opened all the contents of the food packages that were sent. A wide smile appeared on Aini's face when she saw all the food there. He really feels very lucky to have a best friend like Lia.

I took a deep breath at the bustling atmosphere of the hospital cafeteria. I quickly made my way to the cashier to pay for my breakfast. I couldn't leave Axe in the ICU room by himself for too long, afraid that something untoward would suddenly happen. As I was preparing to leave the place, my eyes accidentally caught a middle-aged man who had just met me a few days ago. The man smiled warmly and greeted me who was standing stiffly in front of him. "Good morning too, Uncle." I returned his smile hesitantly, a little confused as to why he was in this place.

Werewolves heal quicker than humans, but with medication it can make them feel better faster and treating wounds prevents infection and any further problems down the road. I have one more patient for the day. I look for the file and skim over the symptoms they described she had before she arrives. There's a soft tap at my door. It must be her. I call for them to come in. I glance at one more thing in the file and put it down to greet my patient. When I raise my head my heart drops to my stomach and I freeze. A woman and a little girl stand near the doorway, but it's not just any woman.

Lucky says and that fact calms me a little. He's right. Most of the women that work here are one's Lucky's personally helped. Lucky was a lot like Shane, bit hard by his ex-wife, but not for obvious reasons. He nearly lost his teenaged daughter because of her boyfriend beating her. She told her mother over and over but her mother was too far gone with how much money the douchebag earned. Once lucky found out, he killed the guy and nearly did the same to his ex. Lucy is now doing well, but it took her a few years to get over what she lived with every single day.

Although malaria can be a deadly disease, illness and death from malaria can usually be prevented (CDC, 2020)] “What room would it be?” I asked her. “Room 014.” Susan hums. “Thanks.” I nodded my head before turning on my heels, not until I whipped and twisted around way back to Susan’s direction, when I realize that I forgot to ask the name of my patient. “Who could it be? Can I get a name?” “Well—” Susan looked up from the binder. “It’s Laura.” “What is it?” I asked, wincing, when the creaking sound of the wheels suddenly screeched loudly.

She took off her headphones, unable to hide the smug look on her face. "Nevaeh, what do you think? Pretty impressive, right?" she said, turning to me like she was showing off. I forced a small smile. "Yeah. Impressive." Impressive enough to build it all on someone else's life. The next day, the campus forum blew up. The post came from Tyson. The title was in bold red letters. [Holy crap! The Goddess of Luck is insane! I got 30,000 dollars! Real cash!] In the post, Tyson described his 'miracle' in wild, excited detail.

I closed my eyes, letting the water run over me, washing away the hospital smell, the stiffness, the heaviness of everything. The nurse stayed nearby, helping when I needed it. She was careful and patient. “You’re doing well,” she said after a while. I let out a small breath. “Doesn’t feel like it.” She smiled slightly. “You’d be surprised.” There was a pause then she added casually “You’re lucky, you know.” I frowned slightly. “Lucky?” She nodded. “Not everyone has someone like him to watch out for them .” My chest tightened and I looked away from her

“He asked for you by name? A merchant from the south, who just happened to have a terrible accident that brought him to our clinic, just happened to ask for you specifically? Lillian, do you not see how that sounds?” A cold sweat ran down my spine. I had brushed it off, attributing it to my growing reputation as a new doctor. But now, coupled with the strange energy and his VIP status, it felt…deliberate. “I…I thought it was a coincidence,” I said, as doubts begin to creep in my mind. “There are no coincidences,” Andre growled. He pulled out his telecom unit. “Lucas? I need a full background on a patient admitted to the clinic today. Male, mid - thirties, gies by the name ‘Baron.’

He looked at the woman again before the doctor interrupted. "Your name is Sam Kent" What? Sam Kent I know that name Sam Kent is the only son of Billionaire Jackson and Emily Kent. That's why these people look familiar. I just closed a deal with them yesterday but I never dealt with these people in person. Then again who doesn't know these people they are on a higher existence than the Anderson family. I'd have to sell my left nut to even sit at the same table as them. Michael processed this new information as the doctor continued.