Novel & Cerita Sci Fi Plague Doctor

“You still love him even though he threw you away and forgot about you entirely?! The man didn’t even care to pay you a visit, even though you were begging to see him. You are so pathetic, little girl, but don’t worry, he won’t suffer for long.” The man said, and I blinked at him in confusion, but then he just put his hand under his chin over his neck and made a move like cutting something and my eyes widened. “Do you think that my people will spare anyone in that family of yours? They will kill them all and they will start with the weak link. That doctor of yours will be their first prey. I promise you.” Giovanni said, and I held my breath and began to pace the small room I was in. I kept p

"I've contacted a friend to ask for help from a famous doctor. I don't need Sebastian. Me? Beg him? Dream on!" "Famous doctor? Who?" Whitney asked in confusion. Shannon crossed her arms and raised her chin proudly. "Dr. Jay Sherlot from Uruxand! I heard that he's only in his 30s, and he's well-known globally. He has published many journals internationally and is a popular doctor in many medical institutions. There's nobody Jay can't cure in Uruxand." Whitney's face changed, as she had heard about Jay Sherlot before. He was indeed a famous doctor and had made significant contributions to the medical field.

Dr Purcell came forward, “Goddess bless you Luna, thank you for the additional doctors and supplies.” She ignored his entreaties, “Have you figured out how to end this?” He stiffened. “Speak freely,” she said impatiently. “Nothing yet, Luna, none of our treatments are working… we have not even figured out how it spreads yet. What I know is the progression of the plague.” “First they cough and collapse, then they have difficulty breathing, after that, the sores come next and the patient falls into a coma and then they die,” he said with a heavy tone.

Ace’s words made the doctor’s eyes widen in horror. “No, eldest Master Welsh, please forgive me; I didn’t know that boy was your son; please forgive me once; I will go away from M country and never will come back, please, I beg you.” the doctor knew he crossed someone he shouldn’t, he fell for his greed, and it pulled him down in his life. Mike grabbed the doctor, and before the man could speak more nonsense, he tape-taped his mouth again, and Theo injected him with something unique, which made the doctor’s heart turn cold in just a few seconds, and he died with open eyes.

The Shadow Cabinet had played their final, most desperate card, and it wasn't a kinetic strike or a digital virus. It was a plague designed for a single bloodline. I sat in the high-security containment wing, my lavender eyes fixed on the man trembling behind the reinforced glass of the interrogation chamber. He was a survivor from the Kotor villa, a high-ranking Syndicate virologist named Dr. Aris. He hadn't come to fight; he had come to deliver a death warrant.

What my eyes were peculiarly looking at, was the female doctor who had been tackling the tight situation. “Impressive! She tackled this uncalled for situation so well.” I said, impressed by the bravery of the doctor. Raising my eyebrows, I continued, “She didn't fear the gangster even for once. Unbelievable!” My eyes were still on the female doctor who was walking away from the Emergency Department. “Who is she?” I asked the nurse who just entered my cabin. “She is Zara, an intern doctor, Mr. Vito.” She said, I said with a smirk, “Oh! So, she is Zara. I should be meeting her.”

"How did you become a doctor? And what about that license? Is it genuine?" A warm smile played upon Adrian's lips as he regarded Sara with a mix of fondness and understanding. He began to unravel the enigmatic layers of his past, offering her a glimpse into the tapestry of his life. "Well, being a doctor and part of the mafia simultaneously may seem strange, but life has its own twists and turns," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I once found myself entangled in the world of organized crime, but circumstances led me down a path of redemption. It was during that journey of self-discovery and atonement that I pursued the study of medicine, seeking to heal not just physical

I didn't fall; the power in my legs launched me like a rocket. I landed on the deck right in front of the Doctor. He had just thrown Jane off his back. He looked at me, and for the first time, he looked afraid. "What are you?" he whispered. "I'm a mother," I said. I grabbed the Doctor by his throat. My hands were so hot they began to melt the plastic skin on his neck. He tried to raise his rifle, but I snapped it in half like a dry twig. "The virus... it’s taking you over," the Doctor gasped, his voice cracking. "You'll be just like us soon. A slave to the signal."

Is she already asleep? Before I could even knock again, the door had opened slightly. I thought the old lady opened it for us. When I pushed the door forward, my heart jumped instantly on what I've seen. The old lady is dead! It's nails have signs of blood on it and her skin have scratches all over. It seems like she had been infected by the plague and did not manage to take the pain well and just passed away. I immediately look for a long cloth to cover her body and let the family in. I chanted some prayers on her body and of course, asked permission on her soul to let us stay in her house.

“From Nova. From wolves. From infected if I can get them.” He looked Kael directly in the eye. “Because if I’m right, then Nova isn’t turning into an infected.” The hallway fell silent. The doctor’s next words sent a chill through Kael. “I think she’s becoming something entirely new.” “New like what?” Kael asked. The doctor let out a frustrated sigh and tapped the clipboard against his leg. “I don’t know.” That answer did not make Kael feel any better. The doctor glanced toward the infirmary door.