My Cure Hospital Novels & Stories

She waited for a little while longer, but the lawyer still didn't show up. Sage decided to make another call when she noticed Shane's name flashing on her screen. "Mr. Morrison, I was just about to—" "Sage, we've got a problem with CureX's drug distribution!" Before she could finish her sentence, she was taken aback by Shane's words. "What happened?" she asked. "Didn't you tell me that everything was going smoothly?" "Several hospitals that previously agreed to cooperate with us suddenly pulled out."

I took a taxi to the hospital because I couldn't drive. Arriving at the hospital, the nurse directed me to the ICU. I frowned. What happened? Why did they place him in that room? Why didn't they treat him in the ER or save him in the operating room? “Darcy!” my mother-in-law called. I rushed over to her. “How is Cullen? Is he okay?” I glanced nervously at the door behind her. “He's calling your name. You'd better hurry up and get in,” she said, half pushing me.

After an exhausting journey that stretched for hours along rutted, overgrown paths, they finally reached the isolated hut of the old lady doctor. She was a healer whispered about in hushed tones across the remote village—a woman who tended not the body alone, but the tormented souls of those haunted by wild, restless spirits. In this forgotten corner of the countryside, far removed from the gleaming hospitals and pharmacies of the distant city, poverty dictated every remedy. The people here turned to bitter herbs gathered under moonlight, faded talismans, or desperate prayers offered to indifferent gods.

Elianna thought that he had encountered some tricky matter at the company and urgently went to deal with it, but unexpectedly, he actually rushed to another city. TenderCare Maternity Hospital was a renowned medical facility specializing in maternity care. It provided exceptional services to expectant mothers and their newborns. The hospital had a team of highly skilled doctors and nurses who were dedicated to ensuring the well-being of both mother and baby. The facility was equipped with state-of-the-art technology and offered a comfortable and nurturing environment for patients. TenderCare Maternity Hospital was widely recognized for its commitment to providing the highest quality care dur

my father questions my judgment as I look over the documents detailing their secret facility and the process for making the cure. "I've already looked into it. That factory is making the cure. They have it fully staffed with researchers," I lie. I happen to know that the facility in question is an old sewing shop that Steele Industries sometimes uses for local orders. It isn't grand enough to manufacture anything more sophisticated than a serged jacket. "They have all the best machines, all the best materials."

“My dad insists on getting transferred to another hospital. Do you know if there are any other hospitals out there that’d suit him?” “Westfield Hospital is the hospital with the best treatment for cancer in Harbor City. However, it’s a private hospital, so it might be a little more expensive.” Sonnet was stunned as she recalled the namecard that she had received today. Hayden was the president of Westfield Medical Corporation. “Does Westfield Hospital belong to Westfield Medical Corporation?” She asked. “Yeah, Westfield Corporation belongs to the Gunn family, one of the four largest families in Harbor City. They own a medical corporation that consists of Westfield Hospital, Westfield Medicin

"Oh, no! My husband can never know about this doctor. He could never find out that his son has a congenital disability. Oh my God! I don't know what my husband might do. Is there a cure? I'll do anything and go anywhere to heal my one and only son of this horrid defect." "Don't cry, ma'am. Color blindness is a deficiency in humans. Two gene defects cause it. Sometimes it can skip an entire generation and then suddenly appear. But unlike many years ago when we knew very little about this defect. Now in the twenty-first century, we are on the cutting edge of a cure, and we can study and easily identify these genes. So we will one day soon have a cure." "Thank God! How long will I wait for this

In this hospital? To be continued...

Lawton. “Are we even in the right hospital?” I voice out my confusion. I had to check the address on my phone twice. Crescent Hospital. We're in the right location. “There's only one Crescent Hospital in this city, Mr. Wellington.” The assistant sighed. Maybe that boy was right. How about we come back tomorrow morning?” I released my clenched fists, not knowing why I was suddenly frustrated. We left the hospital and found the street empty. Our car was gone.

"Sandalwood Hospital? No way!" That hospital was well-known in the industry. Back in the hometown of the train conductor, they cured many terminal illnesses!