My Sweet Doctor Novels & Stories

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

The Doctor did not realise what dangerous ground he was on and said “I was only saying that maybe you should leave it to medical professionals.” “DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHO I AM? I AM DOCTOR GRACE EVANS HEADHUNTED BY THE FUCKING WHO TO TAKE OVER THEIR VACATION PROGRAM IN SENEGAL! SO, WHEN I SAY I AM FUCKING FINE, GUESS WHAT? I . AM. FUCKING. FINE!” Grace exploded, the months of being fucking locked up had finally raged. The men in the room looked stunned, even Tobias sat down. “But...but...Miss, your blood sugar level was dangerously low!” Dr Steven’s stuttered.

I stood for a while, staring at him and admiring how charming he looked. He suddenly looked my way, got up, and asked, "You're done?" I nodded and walked toward him. He shook his head, showing an amazed expression as he exclaimed, "Wow! How is it that you look good in anything you wear?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't even start. You're going to make me diabetic if you keep filling me up with sweet words." He pulled me toward his body and circled my waist with his arms, "That isn't such a bad idea, Angel. You see I happen to be a doctor who specializes in handling diabetic patients like you."

“Good afternoon. Have a seat.” The doctor greeted them, the nameplate on her table reads Andrea Santello PhD. She smiled at her. “Uhm, Mr. Scott has already told me a few things about you, would you like to elaborate more about your condition? Any experiences you would like to share with me?” Keanna looked at Jaymee. “I’ll leave you two here. I’ll wait for you outside.” He said and nodded at the doctor. The doctor waited until the door was closed before she turned to the woman in front of her. She smiled at her once again.

I am John Arden, and this is my sister, Bridgette Arden. Doctor: Hello. I’m Doctor Stan, how may I help you? John: We’re the children of Candy Arden. Doctor: Ah, I see. What do you want to know? John: I want to know how our Mom died? Doctor: Died? Jette: Yes, she died while she’s pregnant with me. Doctor: No. She’s alive. John and Jette: Huh??? Are you sure, Doctor? Doctor: Yes. I’m 100% sure because I own this mental facility, I’m already 78-year-old and I’m hands on in every patient being admitted in our institution.

He asked as he tried to let out a smile. "There is a mistake. I am scheduled to see Doctor Ben and not you so i rather be on my way" She said as she walked towards the door. "I am a Doctor Susanna and so you are scheduled to see me. Doctor Ben is very busy with patients and so you will have to wait before you could see him so i advice you save your time" He said, stopping Susanna from leaving. Turning, she walked into the room in front of his desk and stood, still staring at him

the detective asked softly as he looked around at the staff that was passing by. “No.,” she replied as she looked up. “The Doctor’s name is Michael Simon. He is one of the best doctors in the country for cases that are high risk like this.” “I will have him brought back to the room.” The detective said. “Did you really kick their doctors out of the room?” He looked at her and was trying to hold back his laughter. Kit knew, without a doubt, she did not look like the type who could or would ever be able to throw someone out of the room. She also knew that she would in a heartbeat if something was not up to her standards.

“You’re making our date memorable by getting us out of June Lake? Good strategy.” Jack tossed a smirk my way and turned off the main street onto a winding dirt road with trees on either side. We reached a clearing at the end of the drive, a wide, rippling pond in the center. My head whipped over to Jack as recognition took hold. “Doc McPhee’s pond?” Doc McPhee had been the town doctor for about a hundred years, and he was a cranky old dude. Teenagers were forever sneaking onto his property, having bonfires and parties, skinny dipping…

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder, and I could see through the windows as they rushed someone in. Then I saw her—Camilla Estella, the famed model, Barely alive. She had bruises all over, bruises that didn't look like the kind you'd get from your usual accident. "Something must’ve happened," I muttered, not realizing I’d spoken loud enough for others to hear. "Yeah, no kidding," Dr. Jordan, the head surgeon, snapped. "Now get your ass in there!" Being a nurse wasn't the easiest part-time job.