My Hero Academia Doctor Novels & Stories

"I acknowledge his extraordinary medical skills, but for him to be both a doctor and a martial artist at such a young age is too unbelievable. Martial arts require years of training with tons of challenges. He's just a junior doctor at Jayrodale General Hospital. How could he actually be a hidden master?" Mark replied, "Dr. Aicker, I'm just as shocked as you are. But you saw how he reacted when I asked about his martial arts background. He just smiled and sidestepped the question entirely. Clearly, he isn't just some talented doctor. He's likely a powerful figure hiding right here in Jayrodale."

However, after recalling that Hosiah and the current generation’s Immortal Doctor from the Witch Doctor Sect were here, as well as his bodyguards, Carol was at ease again. She smiled coldly. “Alex, I didn’t expect to bump into you here. What’s the matter? Are your knees too stiff for you to kneel? Would you like to commit suicide to pardon yourself like that person?” Alex tutted. Right then, several people walked through the door. One of them was America’s best imperial doctor, Wallace Yoke. He barged in furiously and started shouting. “Bullsh*t! You are no Immortal Doctor! The true Immortal Doctor is Alex Rockefeller!”

Bellona said firmly. “Aiiish, I was just lying, Doc!” Bellona continued chuckling. "I already guessed! You guys really like to joke with me, hahaha," laughed of the doctor. Doctor Jojo is a man known for his warmth. In addition, he is also famous for his good manners. All the students were stunned by his good looks. How can there be such a warm doctor? What's more, as handsome and humorous as that? Eeeerrgh!

He asked me in a concerned tone. “Who were those people, Adolphus? Especially that doctor. Do you know only a healer can concoct that potion?” I asked him in a serious tone. We were out of the hospital by now. He blinked and looked at me with a blank gaze. “Mayra is a healer, Adolphus. Did you remember she asked you about that person and told you that if he is an alpha blood healer, then he is in grave danger, and I perfectly remembered that the doctor was an alpha.” I was stern in my voice and pointed out that important information.

he demanded. “I don’t know his name,” the doctor said, his words tumbling out. “A man tall, dark eyes, mean-looking. He works for someone powerful. I don’t ask questions. I just do what I’m told.” Damian’s mind raced as he processed the description. It didn’t give him much to work with, but it was clear the doctor was hiding something. He shoved the man away and stepped back, keeping his gun trained on him. “Where’s the antidote?” Damian asked coldly.

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

And I swear to the goddess, I'm not going to let something like this happen to her again. I'll protect her. I'll keep her safe. Even if she hates me. Even if she never forgives me. I don't care. As long as she's alive, as long as she's okay, that's all that matters. Just then, the door pushes open, and I look up to see a doctor stepping inside. He's older, late forties, maybe early fifties, with graying hair and a calm, professional demeanor. "Alpha Xarion," he greets with a polite nod.

And why had he called me mate, there is no doubt Alpha Aiden was my mate. And why is he really familiar yet strange. But he didn’t flinch. He just smiled, like he had been waiting for me to ask. “You want to know who I really am?” I nodded, though my throat felt thick and unready to form the words. I braced myself, thinking he would repeat what he had said the night before. “Mate.” But he didn’t. “I am Doctor Ariston,” he said gently, “specialized in Lycan Transmutation.”

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”