Medical God Novels & Stories

“Well as long as you’re good. I was thinking… next time maybe I should come with you? Keep you company in the waiting room…” “No.” It came out faster than I intended. I softened it. “Babes, you know how it is. You walk into a clinic with Clara Moore, New York’s most recognizable event planner, and suddenly my private medical appointment is three people’s conversation at dinner tonight. I can’t have that.” She laughed… the full, easy laugh that meant I had landed the right argument. “You know what, fair point. Fine. I’ll stay home. But you call me the moment you have those results, you hear me?”

“This person...” Marcellus’ expression instantly became solemn at the mention of that person. His voice held a touch of reverence. “His medical arts have reached the realm of the mystics, and it’s said he has mastered the secrets of life and death. He’s known as ‘Florence’s God of Medicine!” The God of Medicine! That title was indeed quite prestigious.