Playing Doctor Stories Novels & Stories

She said to him formally, he nodded and left us alone. " Tell me now... " She asked me like a stubborn child. " Who was he? How do you know him? " I asked as the way he was behaving made me uncomfortable. " Who? " She asked. " This doctor, with your friend. " I said. " He is Dr Vidyut Sharma, he is in Internal medicine. " She told me " I know that, who is he?? Why was he behaving over-friendly all of a sudden? "

He hands over the child to her. I saw Greg and the doctor talking. Maybe he is not a total idiot after all. They are all nodding their heads and part ways. This is my chance to find out what is going on. Each person tells me about their experience with the female doctor, including the treatment and medication they were given. It surprised me when they said she didn’t harm them. Even more shocked to learn that she provided them with real medication and was willing to take it herself to prove it wasn’t poison.

"You're closest with first aid. It doesn't seem serious enough for a real doctor." I rolled my eyes and pressed the mic button while jogging. "I am a doctor," I replied, my frustration evident. After all, I had an MD. As I slowed down and approached the girl and Ashton, Perry felt the need to chime in, "Doesn't it strike anyone else as odd that he only reminds us he's a doctor when we question his credentials? Any other time, he's the one telling us he can't prescribe medicine, can't work in a hospital, can't—"

“Tell me everything." We sat in Frank's office, me on his leather couch, him across from me, posture deceptively relaxed. "His name is Dr. Magnus Vance. Chief of Surgery at Boston Memorial. "My hands twisted together hard enough to hurt. "I was a third year resident. And I watched him kill patients." Frank went very still. "Explain." "Medication errors that weren't errors. Post-op complications in healthy patients. Overdoses ruled accidental." I swallowed hard. "I started tracking it. Too many deaths in his cases, all with massive insurance payouts."

The dark skinned female doctor behind the desk stands up and gives us a welcoming smile as we enter. “Welcome, Miss Ross and Mr. Peccati. I am Dr. Harley Goldwing.” I am happily surprised that she actually greeted me before Alessio. “Please take a seat and we will start with some questions.” Alessio sits close to me on the couch and holds my hand in his lap. To any other person this must look like a loving and concerned partner. I can see the doctor’s eyes following every motion that we make, but she keeps her smile in place. “So you are here to find out if you are pregnant, is that correct?” The doctor looks at me but it is Alessio that starts to speak.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

He will be doomed if he says the truth, so he will rather pretend like he doesn't know what he's talking about. "I don't know what you are talking about, Miss Lukman have not paid me any money so stop talking trash you understand?" the doctor said trying to act tough. "Hmm I see, so you mean to tell me Miss Lukman didn't pay you or whatever to lie to Mrs Zachary that she's pregnant with Mr Zachary's child?" Davis asked him. "I don't know what you are talking about, nobody paid me anything. If this is why you brought me here, you should let me go cause I don't know what you are talking about." the doctor said.

Jack demanded of the computer. A screen lit up in front of him on the door. Different types of medical professions popped up including emergency, ambulance, and home doctor. He pressed home doctor. A timer of fifteen minutes counted down until their arrival. He answered a few questions about symptoms and age of the patient then slid down the door and sat on the floor. "Someone is on their way. Just hang on, muffin." "I'm sorry," she sniffled. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Nothing bad is going to happen. The doctor will just take a look and if we have to, we'll pay them off. I'm making more than enough money."

Officer Steve said. “How are you sure that it’s my voice?” The doctor said, still trying to argue. “Shut up! And move!” Officer Steve slapped the doctor after realizing that he was a blatant liar and a pretender. “Please officer, help me!” The doctor finally pleaded. “Wow! You’re supposed to be an actor because you’re good in switching characters.” Faith shouted. The police officers took the doctor away as they handcuffed him. Then all attention was shifted back to Hannah who was laying down inside the hospital room.

He had no any other choice. “Are you sure that you took something strong?” the doctor asked as he studied her blood test results. “Doctor, let us have a conversation. The truth is that I am playing a little game and you are going to be my accomplice. Name your price” she asked direct to the point. Of course, the doctor was not stupid to have noticed that she was faking things .