Novel & Cerita Plague Doctor Fantasy

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

he lowers his tone, “the plague.” The vampire takes a step back, his eyes bulging. “How did a wolf shifter with the plague get into the city?! Sure the guard would have stopped her.” “Please, have mercy on us. She’s my sister. We snuck in to find a doctor while all the fighting was going on, only to find out the doctor in the castle is beyond our reach, and the doctor in town was outside the wall making house calls on the farmers when fighting broke out. We just want to go find him,” Lawrence whines. “Before my sister… infects everyone.”

“It is not a compulsion to believe me. I have told you, I am the doctor. If you had been smart enough, instead of dragging and bantering words with me, you would have looked up the name 'Rory Aldrich' on the internet and seen that the same person you will see there is the same person standing before you. But while you can decide to believe whatever you like, I will do my best to save the lives of all the patients affected by the plague,” I turned to Felix briefly before turning back to the elder,” I am a doctor and saving lives is what I do. Believe it or not, I am no longer just Isadora's sister neither am I just your Alpha's ex lover, I am Dr. Rory Aldrich and I would be thrilled if you ac

As everyone else starts to dig in eagerly, Ivy pulls Tala into her lap and starts bottle-feeding her. “We’ve got doctors and nurses stationed in every pack known to have plague exposure, and there don’t seem to be any more cases popping up in other packs,” Beta Wilson replies. “It seems like we’ve been able to contain it completely–we’re just waiting for everyone to recover out there before pulling our forces back. Doctor Danbury has been hard at work producing the antidote, though, so even if somehow this plague were to return, we’d be more ready than ever.” “Good,” I say, digging my fork into the meat pie and breaking its perfect crust. I cast a sideways glance at Jason before posing my ne

Screens flickered with real-time data, holograms displayed anatomical models, and researchers in sleek lab coats worked alongside robed magicians. In the heart of this grand institution stood Rafaela, Minister of Research, Development, and Health. With sharp blue eyes and auburn hair tied into a practical ponytail, she exuded confidence and intelligence. Unlike many nobles or bureaucrats, Rafaela had no patience for politics—only results. She stood in front of a massive monitor displaying a list of common medieval diseases still plaguing Fantasma. “Smallpox. Consumption. Rotfever. Plagueblight.” Rafaela read each one aloud, her voice sharp. “These diseases should not exist in our world anymo

I told her and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should go home early today. You attended to a lot of patient's today," she stated. "What were you talking about earlier?" I asked and she beamed. "I was just talking about how strange the plague is. There hasn't been any patient who recovered fully. There hasn't been a casualty either. The symptoms are becoming variable. It feels like someone is messing with us," she explained. I raised a brow at her and she shrugged. "What do you mean by that?"

Aaron really didn't want to admit that he just wasn't as skilled, but it was the truth. "He isn't treating patients using witchcraft, is he?" a foreign man asked Madeline in fluent Dramonian. "Use your brain before you talk, Clyde! Does it look like he's using witchcraft?" Madeline demanded, pointing at Sebastian. "Uh…" Clyde Bergman watched Sebastian's eyes moving right and left as he diagnosed a patient. It didn't look like he was casting a spell. "Is Dr. Ballard doing consultations today? Save us!" At that moment, a young man ran through the door, dragging a second young man who was covered in blood. He left a wide swathe of blood on the floor.