Princess Medical Doctor Mga Nobela at Kwento

"When the doctor came, Priscilla realized that he was the best doctor in the palace. Lebanon had managed to invite him here, which meant that he was almost as powerful as Laborn now." "Well, she had underestimated her brother these past few years indeed. In fact, perhaps everyone had underestimated him too." "At this thought, Priscilla was no longer worried as she said earnestly, ""Dr. Zhang, I'll leave this to you.""" "I'll try my best, Your Highness." Bettany then saluted Priscilla and entered the operating room. Priscilla was anxious the whole time the light of the operating room was on.

He directed moving to his reading sofa. "Your Majesty." The physician greeted, bowing. The physician was younger than most people imagined. He was also Lycan with long chestnut brown hair packed into a small bun at his nape. "Noel." "You summoned me." "Yes. Have you met my mistress? Elora." "I have, sir. I treated her a few days ago." Treated? The king frowned. "What do you mean treated?" "According to what I heard, there was a brawl between Princess Kate and her. The princess was attacking her friend and she jumped in to protect her."

He hung up and pocketed his phone just as the doctor walked out through the sliding doors of the emergency ward and approached us. "Your Majesty." He bowed and nodded to me. "How's my daughter?" He asked. "The Princess is going to make a full recovery, Your Majesty. Thankfully the force of the hit didn't fracture her skull and the wound she sustained on her head is not so severe but we'll continue to keep an eye on her for changes." The doctor replied. I watched Leon's shoulders slump in relief and I heaved a sigh of relief myself because we'd both feared the worst. "She has a hard head." I remarked trying to lighten the mood.

My body couldn't decide if it was going to scream or cry. Then the double doors opened. Two doctors came out, their scrubs spattered with blood. They hurried, hands still gloved, masks dangling around their necks, voices low and urgent as they spoke medical jargon I couldn't make out. I rushed forward. "Excuse me! What’s going on? Please—what happened to him?" They walked past me without even glancing. "Wait!" My voice broke. A nurse trailed behind them, holding a clipboard and a pen, her expression tight.

It was a long while before they nodded their heads in response to her appeal. She understands their confusion but she is not in a position to discuss her strange skills with anyone even with a colleague. But she was relieved to have earned their agreement. Their interaction did not end that day, inside the ambulance. With the knowledge of the gifted doctor, saving the Prince's life. The Shadi Kingdom demanded, after their delegates arrived in the country the following day, that the government let the doctor handle the case of the Prince until he was fully recovered. It was a long negotiation until the Wright family, especially CEO Lucas Alexander Wright approved. Of course not because of the

"We have already assembled the hospital's top medical team, including Dr. Pacheco from cardiology, Prof. Shields from neurology, and Dr. Krueger, who specializes in rare diseases. We will do our utmost!" As soon as he finished speaking, several elderly doctors in white coats with chief physician badges hurried over. At the front was Cristian Pacheco, whose hair was white but whose eyes were exceptionally sharp. He first nodded respectfully to Carl, then immediately bent down to examine Amelia, placing his fingers on her pulse and diagnosing her condition with a grave expression.

The doctor arrived at the mansion as requested. Prince Syvan remained by his friend while she was being cared for. Relieved to have her back home but also worried about the damage that the Oakenheart blood traders might have done to her. The doctor examined her carefully. He was the royal physician and he knew of prince Syvan's ruthlessness. Mistakes couldn't be afforded on something that meant so much to the prince. Syvan was too focused on Allegra to notice the small crowd gathered at the door of the room. Razz, Zane, Daylen, Emilio, and the woman who carried Allegra into the house gathered outside the door peeking at everything inside.

He looked down at Tierra in his arms and saw the sweat glistening on her forehead. The door opened, revealing Doctor Osler. William Osler. The royal family's doctor. His green eyes widened at the scene before him. "What's going on?" He asked. "Doctor, I think she caught the plague. Help her, please." The prince begged. "Your highness, as a doctor for the royal family, I can't help any slaves." Osler said. "Dammit, William! Please. She-" Damien sighed. "She's special to me." He finally said.

I stuttered, looking curiously at the royal physician. "Yes, my Princess. You saved them all." "Are you sure she is alive? She isn't moving. Is she asleep!" I asked and bent over, placing one of my fingers around the small doctor's nostrils. "She is alive, my Princess. But she is still unconscious. Her body is badly battered. She should remain in this state for her body to heal up," the royal physician said and I nodded my head. I wasn't really listening. I was busy feeling the small doctor's breath against the back of my palm. I needed her to be alive to sniff the truth out of her.

It was depressing but at the same time, I had so many patients to treat and so much to learn from the royal doctors. It was one of those very busy days at the clinic that there seemed to be a bigger ruckus than usual. I stopped what I was doing and turned in an attempt to see what was going on. It was fortunate that I was still dealing with small and non-complex cases. However, I did hope that they would promote me to take charge of more complex cases soon. “What’s going on out there?” I asked a doctor that was walking by. “The crown prince is here…apparently, he’s injured…” the doctor said as the color seemed to fade from his face.