Medical Science Library Novels & Stories

"There is." The royal library was the most beautiful room I had ever stood in, and I refused to waste it being shy. I found the medical wing in minutes. Whole shelves of it. Herbcraft and wolf physiology and poison-lore, spines I had only ever dreamed existed. I pulled one down with hands that weren't quite steady and started reading like the words might be snatched back.

I went home and said nothing about any of it, and that evening, once the house had quieted and Damien had retreated to his study with the focus he always carried after a long day, I went to the library and opened my laptop and typed the building’s name into the search bar. Manhattan Center for Specialized Medicine. The website was clean, professional, the kind of careful design meant to reassure rather than inform. I scrolled past the welcome page, past photographs of smiling staff in white coats, until I found what I was actually looking for. A list of specialties. Oncology. Hematology. Rare disease research. Names of conditions I had to look up individually because I didn’t recognize half

4, ranking first among 325 journals in the general and internal medicine category worldwide. The Lancet had set incredibly high standards for paper publication to maintain its authority and credibility. The editorial team was famous for being rigorous and professional in every stage, from peer review, internal editorial processing, production, final publication, and post-publication work. Everyone thought Miranda had reached the pinnacle in the field of biological sciences. Yet, she had carved out another path in the field of medicine as well. On second thought, the possibility had always been there all along. After all, biology and medical sciences shared the same roots. They were just appl

Max pulled Ken with a chuckle. "Come on. I don't want to lose a good friend, because there are too many scary stories milling around campus on a late afternoon like this." Ken quickened his pace to keep up with Max. "What do you mean Max? Don't scare me, big bad wolfie!" Max turned and squeezed Ken's hand. "What did you say?" Ken snorted and walked quickly, this time he grabbed Max. The medical school library is located in a separate part of the faculty building and it is already a bit dark because on Fridays like this it is rare for students to study until the afternoon.

Besides, as delicious as Selena looked tonight she was all the sweet he needed. As they were standing to go back to the den for after dinner drinks and coffee, Trevor spoke. “Susan, since you’re a pre-med student perhaps you would like to take a look at our library,” he suggested. “We have quite the selection of medical journals. I think you might appreciate them.” “That sounds fascinating,” Susan said with a big smile. “I would love to see them.” “Will you all excuse us?” Trevor asked. “Of course,” Elle said with a smile.

Some feel soft and supple from countless readings, while others are rigid and barely opened. There are sections devoted to different subjects like science, history, philosophy and literature. I pause at a collection of old medical books printed in the early 19th century. The paper is yellowed and wrinkled but the illustrations of anatomical diagrams and drawings of surgical procedures offer vivid snapshots into how medicine was practiced so long ago. The air is still and carries an old musty smell that makes me think of rain-soaked pages lying open to dry. The windows are large and tall letting in soft streams of natural light but they are coated with a film of dust and dirt, casting everyth

In the center of the room sat a massive obsidian reading table, illuminated by a suspended crystal light-globe that glowed with a soft, steady white luminescence. Elena walked into the archive, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sheer volume of scientific history surrounding her. She bypassed the historical texts, her analytical gaze locking onto a specific shelf labeled Pathology & Genetic Lineage: Post-War Era. She pulled a thick, dust-free volume from the shelf, its cover embossed with the royal crest. As she opened it, her fingers brushed across hand-drawn anatomical diagrams of the Lycan respiratory system and detailed chemical analyses of ancient pathogens.

But then again, she has no one else other than books. She used to be a chirpy girl as long as her parents were alive. Then, no one scolded her and watched her under a scrutinizing gaze. But, some incidents have the power to change someone's life, personality and more. She got her library card and roamed around the different shelves. She went to her favourite genre, biology and medicine. All subjects related to the University's academic and research programmes had been included in the collection. The library also developed a core collection of media resources consisting of documentaries, training films, fiction novels, calming music for dental patients, etc.

I kept the overhead lights off, not wanting to make my head hurt worse than it already did, and relied on the small table lamps to illuminate the titles as I began making my way down the rows of shelves. I started in the science section, where I pulled out a couple of books on native werewolf plants and herbs. There was a good chance that I already knew most of the content in those books, but I figured it was as good a start as any. Then, I made my way over to the healthcare and medicine section. I pulled out anything and everything that seemed relevant to my cause, adding them all to a cart I’d found at the end of one of the rows. I was just about to settle down at a desk to get to work whe