Medical Examination Story Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Joey led Arlet to a separate room where the medical examination would take place. Inside the room, Joey proceeded to inquire about Arlet’s medical history, current symptoms, and weight. She meticulously checked her blood pressure and pulse, noting down the details on a chart. Joey handed Arlet a small plastic bottle, explaining that a urine sample would be necessary to investigate the possibility of an underlying infection that might have contributed to her declining health. Arlet lay on the examination bed, her gaze fixed on the shimmering white light above her. Doctor Torres, a familiar face, entered the room, bringing with her a mix of emotions.

I replied, settling carefully into the examination chair. As usual, the checkup went smoothly. She checked my blood pressure, asked if I had any complaints, and examined my stomach, which felt heavier every day. The soft beeping of the monitor filled the room. I stared up at the ceiling while waiting for her to finish. A few minutes later, she rolled her chair back to the desk and wrote something in my medical book. “So far, everything looks very good,” she said at last. I looked at her hopefully. “Really?”

"My coursemates keep saying that I was a kept woman and even had a child. I… I just want to prove them wrong." The doctor exhaled, shaking his head. "Ridiculous rumours," he muttered. "People will say anything these days." Tell me about it. "Alright," he continued, flipping open a file. "Then we’ll do a vaginal examination. We’ll insert a probe through your cervix to check your uterus." I nodded, ignoring the nervous flutter in my stomach. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I sighed, already feeling exhausted before I even looked at the screen. But when I did, irritation spiked through me.

There were a lot of people and most of the people waiting around us were some women who looked pregnant or with their partners. I looked around at them without much thought, again feeling a little dizzy and nauseous so chose not to say anything and leaned on Edwin's shoulder. He let me, just focused on staring at the door that was only a few steps ahead of us and would likely be my room when examined later. It took some time until it was my turn. The man next to me helped me tell him my condition, while the doctor listened and then began to examine me. The examination turned out to be not much different from what the Varma Family's personal doctor had done, only slightly different, but still

The doctor sat behind his desk without attempting any comforting pretense. He spoke directly: “I will not promise you a miracle… but I promise you honesty.” Adham felt his heart tighten. Naomi lifted her eyes toward the doctor, as though she had been waiting precisely for those words. “The course of treatment,” the doctor continued, “will begin with examinations first—before I can promise any outcome.” Dr. Laurent Dubois stood, and so did Adham and Naomi. A Precise Examination — A Cold Medical Language The hours of examination stretched as though they belonged to a separate dimension of time.

He looked at the clipboard, then at me. With a smile, he said, “Okay, Maggie. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Matthews. Please lean back and let me get you settled in so that I can perform your examination. I’ll make it as quick as possible, I promise.” He seemed warm and professional, so I slid backwards on the exam table, the gown riding up a bit to reveal the tuft of light brown curls at the top of my mound. I felt the back open up and cool air waft down my spine. I looked over at my uncle, who was seated in a chair slightly behind the exam table and to my right.

Both men stepped out and I got undressed. When the guys came back in, I was on the bed and covered up. When the doctor walked in, she asked, “Are you going to be okay with doing this exam in front of them?” I nodded, “One is the father and the other is my forever.” She smiled, “It’s unusual, but awesome, that you can all get along.” I smiled, “I think so too.” Daniel smiled, “We need to keep her stress down. We will do all that we can to make that happen.” After she did my exam, they all stepped out while I got dressed. When I was done, they all came in. Doctor Martin instructed, “Well the exam looked great. If there are any abnormalities in the labs, I will let you know. Do have you have an

“Thank you so much for your time today, Dr. Ewell.” Zachary’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed when he said, “Mrs. Queen—” “I’m tired, Dr. Ewell.” Mrs. Queen interrupted Zachary and began walking away with Mr. Queen helping her cautiously. Mr. Queen’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He glanced at Kayson and asked, “Have you managed to find out my wife’s condition based on your observation?” The four ways of medical examination included observing, listening, asking, and feeling, with the observation method being the priority.

"The medical exam is in room three. The Alpha won't waste his time with a candidate who isn't physically perfect. Go." The examination was clinical. A nurse drew four tubes of blood. My height, weight, and hip width were measured. An ultrasound was used to examine my ovaries, and I was asked about a hundred questions regarding my family's medical history. I felt like a machine being inspected for a malfunction. As I walked back into the hallway, I almost bumped into Brianna. She was coming out of her own exam. She didn't say a word, but her shoulder brushed mine as she passed me.

Mine were full of flustered yearning, while his were as cold as ice. Right then, the monitor emitted a long tone. Patrick turned away, glanced at the scan, and raised an eyebrow before asking, "So this is the baby you were talking about?" "Why? Is something wrong?" I asked, already feeling guilty. "Your 'baby' is a mix of food debris?" Patrick tore the first page from my chart, rose to his feet, and began writing the real medical notes. "Be honest. How much junk food have you had lately?" "Not that much. I just had junk food whenever I started missing you," I replied with a sheepish grin. "They kind of added up."