New Doctor Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

I was silent for a few moments, and Darren observed me in that state before he spoke again, voice a bit more softened. “You need to get some rest. I’ll leave in a few moments, but I had something to report,” I looked at him inquiringly, and he continued. “We had a newcomer arrive this morning. The new doctor for the Pack. Name’s Dr Grey.” “Arielle Grey,” I replied, recalling the document I perused three days ago. “I hope you were able to give her a warm welcome.” “Eh, I did my best. She seems nice though. Really friendly,” he remarked. I raised a brow at him, and he hurried to clarify. “Nothing flirty, alright? She knows I have a mate.”

she inquired, her voice warm despite the nostalgia lingering in her thoughts. The assistant hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Dr. Grey, there's a patient in the examination room who needs your attention urgently. They've been experiencing severe abdominal pain." Dr. Grey's professional instincts kicked in, and she immediately stood up, pushing aside her reverie. "Of course, lead the way," she replied, her expression shifting from wistful to focused. The assistant nodded and gestured for Dr. Grey to follow. As they walked through the clinic's corridors, Dr. Grey's mind shifted from her memories of Scarlett to the task at hand. She was dedicated to her work, and every patient's well-bei

Snapped Doctor Grey. Hannabelle looked up, looking into her eyes, Doctor Grey was in her thirties, short reddish, brown hair, average height and just a little bit curvy, but there was a kindness in her eyes and a gaze that told you she cared, even as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

He muttered, completely uninterested in what his doctor was trying to explain to him. "I'll take care of him." Zeynep piped up in the background. "Do you happen to have some nursing experience under your belt?" The doctor asked sarcastically, knowing the only experience she has was getting her own way at every turn. She laughed with a scoffed snort "I mean, it can't be that difficult, can it? I've seen 'Grey's Anatomy,' I'm practically a doctor in the making." She tapped her index finger against the side of her temple.

“Greetings to the Alpha of Lycan. I am Griffin, the Pack’s new doctor.” As I set my sights on the doctor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity. The man had an impeccably groomed head of dark brown hair neatly tied back to reveal his angular face. His round glasses lent him a professional air as if he were accustomed to the rigors of academia or medicine. Angelica, who had been watching him carefully, seemed to be studying him with a keen gaze that suggested she was sizing up the new doctor and its good looks. “Are you a new doctor?” I asked skeptically. “How can I trust you?”

I groaned. She closed the door softly. There was an unfamiliar numbness from my waist below which I felt was due to lack of movement. Feeling the urge to move into a more comfortable position on the stiff bed. I moved my legs but they wouldn't budge. Sighing I just stared at the ceiling resigning to my fate. Minutes later, the door opens and the doctor walks in. He looked to be in his late forties and had smile lines etched on his face. “Hello Mr Grayson, I'm Doctor Bernard. How are you feeling right now?”

Moments later, there was another knock at the door, and Duncan stepped in, his face grim. “Doctor’s here,” he announced, his voice low. I stiffened, shaking my head. “I don’t need a doctor.” “Yes, you do,” Duncan countered firmly. “Your body’s exhausted, Madam. We’re all worried about you.” Before I could argue, the doctor entered—a wiry, gray-haired man with kind eyes and a professional demeanor. He greeted me with a nod and pulled out his medical bag. He’s clearly not Dr. Ellison, my usual doctor.

The doctor was not having a happy or relieved face on but just looks confused. "Doctor?....." Dad said, Mr Chris by his side. I don't want to hear what he have to say but I am literally curious right now. "Are you his guardian?" He asked. Mr Chris steps forward. The doctor sighs. "Mr Grey barely survived the surgery, he's out of danger, that's the good news" he starts. I gasp. "The bad news is that he's in coma and we don't know when you will wake up" he said. I wince at his words, tears streams down my face.

Tired of acting like I didn’t care what Kaya thought. Tired of everything. So I went. To her doctor. The one Jason swore was the best in the country. The one who didn’t look at me with pity, but with this sharp, calculating interest like he already knew he could fix me. The room smelled like antiseptic and cold metal, and I hated it immediately. Hospitals pull out a different version of me — the one from the past, full of knives, scars, and memories I didn’t ask for. But the doctor… he wasn’t thrown off. He checked my throat, took his notes, asked me questions I didn’t feel like answering but answered anyway. And when he finally looked up, his smile was small but steady.

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"