Matthews Medical Books Novels & Stories

Aurelius’s POV The healer’s name was Asa and he had been treating my condition for two years and in two years he had never once walked into my study with that expression on his face. I put down the book I was reading. Matthew closed the door behind them, stood near the wall while Asa set his bag on the table and opened it. He took out a big folder of documents, placed them in front of me and I immediately glanced at them and then looked at him with concern.

However, despite all his efforts, Matthew’s condition kept getting worse. Mark was the only one present on this entire floor. He did not want anyone to disturb him, but in moments like these, he desperately wished he had someone to talk to. Matthew’s case was too unique, and ordinary treatments were not working. Even the medications that Mark had specially developed were not having any effect. Matthew’s body was not responding at all now. Mark had scoured the internet for relevant information, but nothing he found was useful. He was exhausted—he could not remember the last time he had a proper night’s sleep.

She lowered her voice and eyes and added, “Psychology books came next. About depression symptoms, addiction genes, aggression, trauma and so on.” She raised her eyes to him. The expression on his face was strange. No pity or anything negative. Something simple, like acceptance or understanding. It lifted some pressure off her chest. “Where else did you go?” he asked finished with dessert, sipping his cognac. “I spent the last month near Florence, with Alpha Matteo’s clan. Him and his sister Lucrezia were wonderful companions and hosts.” As expected, his face hardened and his eyes bore into her even more. She met the stare with a graceful lift of her head, eyes not avoiding his, and an open e

She almost burst into tears as Dr Matthews pursed his lips together and started to write notes on his clipboard. Eva's words had caught Dr. Matthews off guard. His smile wavered, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Eva, I think you may be slightly confused. Your memories are still fragmented. We need to work together to recover them," he insisted, his voice faltering slightly. "It's okay, and please do not be afraid. I am here to help you. Nothing, and nobody will harm you." He said in a gentle tone.

Not even taking a second to catch his breath, he took out his medical certificate and introduced himself to the doctor: “Hello, I’m Mrs. Burton's personal doctor. I know her physical condition very well so I would like to request to join the treatment team.” The doctor was a little surprised to see the information. Matthew was such a young doctor but he actually came back from abroad? Moreover, he seemed to have a lot of experience. However, Matthew was not a doctor from the hospital, and they had never allowed outside doctors to join their treatment team before, so she was a little hesitant.

"Should I inform Mr. Branson?" "No." The word came out sharper than intended. "This has nothing to do with him." The drive to the hospital felt longer than usual, each familiar landmark a reminder of how my life had narrowed to this loop: home to hospital, hospital to home. A gilded cage with only one window to the outside world. Dr. Matthews was waiting in her office, her usual professional calm somehow more ominous today. Files spread across her desk—Mom's medical records, treatment plans, financial documents that made my head spin.

What did I do before Blake? I couldn't remember. My whole life before Blake seemed like a blur. "I don't know," I said. "I think I worked at a bookstore. But I'm not sure." "You don't remember?" "No. Everything before Blake is fuzzy." "That's strange." "I know. Maybe the cancer is affecting my memory." "Maybe." But Matthew didn't sound convinced. We talked for a while longer. Matthew told me more stories about his childhood. About medical school. About the patients he had treated.

I do not understand fully what makes Matt join this craziness Marco and I are being supportive of Skye, but I believe it had something to do with the involvement of science in all f these. Matthew is a medical practitioner. Whether he admits it or not, it clearly shows that he is greatly fascinated by everything that has something to do with his passion as a professional. He is also being well provided with everything he needs. And without a burden, because the finances Matt is being well funded with are not from our own pockets but from those evil doers that we get to take down. Because the groups that had labs creating illegal substances were turned into pharmaceutical laboratories, sellin

The truth was that Thomas also read the medical book and explained the meditation method. However, Thomas had reminded her that she must never tell James about it. He said it was not time yet, and it’d be chaotic if James found out. Thus, she did not dare to mention it. James did not fault her for it since he never warned her not to read it. In fact, there was nothing much inside anyway. The medical book recorded very little about medical techniques, and most of the content was about Crucifier’s applications. Even if Thea understood the content, it would be useless information since Crucifier was not in her possession.

My palm turned clammy but I managed a wobbly smile. “Good morning.” I greeted the room. They responded stiffly and my mother nodded to Agatha, dismissing her with the flick of her finger. Agatha was reluctant to leave as shown in the few seconds she her fingers lingered on my wheelchair. “Since we're all here, I think I'll dive right into it.” Marcus spoke up. His voice was deep and monotonous and he stared down his nose at me. I dug my nails into my palms, my breaths coming in short puffs. Ever since the incident, being under scrutiny always made me feel small and useless.