Medical Genius Novels & Stories

The men didn’t seem as bothered as I was by the fact that a ten-year-old, a group of them, in fact, were the ones doing this mess. I’ve heard about genius kids, sure, who haven’t. And when it was made known that Lyon’s kid had been accepted into Mensa before she was old enough to tie her laces, I thought that was formidable enough, but this is on a whole other level. This is up there with the super soldiers the military always seems to have a hard-on for.

People were more complicated, but even people could usually be understood if you watched them long enough. Amelia Hart was different. He opened the file Marcus had prepared earlier. AMELIA HART. Thirty-two. Founder and CEO of Hart Global Holdings. Returned to the city two weeks ago. No significant criminal history. No public scandals. No husband. Three children. Triplets. Six years old. Damian stared at the last line. Six years old. He leaned back in his chair. Six years. The timing was too precise. He closed the file. Then opened it again.

At the end of the speech of the middle-aged man who seemingly ran off in the middle of experimentation, his tone was already so sarcastic he could even rival Agatha's AI. Paul had hardly restrained himself from glaring at the doctor. "Sir, you're not getting my point. I have the capability to back up my words." "Oh? What made you think so? Your little knowledge about the promiscuity system and how you are still not hunted down by it? Good for you. Your ego and imagination are as vast as the universe, probably only one level away from the vastness of humanity's ever so famous trait, stupidity. I wonder if it means your brain is slightly tilting to the creative side. Ah, wait, I'm recalling wh

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Accordingly, a 'genius' is often merely a talented person who has done all of his or her homework. ~Thomas Edison Anthony "Where the fuck is she!" I yelled at my men who were staring at me, fear evident in their eyes. "I swear if you don't bring her down here I'll blow all your brains out!" “Don calm down." Julio tried to calm me but that only fueled my anger.

"What is it?" "Mommy forbade me from participating in piano contests. Mommy said I was too young." Adam complained about everything to Father. As I guessed, Father would have told me to enter Adam into the contest. "But it's a big contest, Dad!" "So what?" asked Father casually. His right-hand cuts the very juicy beef. The smell of fresh meat wafted. "That child has extraordinary abilities. I know because he is my grandson. He inherited what I once had." Father looks proud, especially when he knows that Adam is very good at playing the piano.