Stempel Dokter Novels & Stories

Dokter menekan perut sebelah kiri bawah lalu sebelah kanan bawah. Aku menggeleng karena memang tidak merasakan sakit. Lalu Dokter meletakkan stetoskop di area perutku. "Mbak Tiara sudah bersuami?" tanya Dokter yang membuatku ingat lagi dengan perlakuan Mas Fikri. Aku pun mengangguk sambil menangis histeris lagi.

“But… I haven’t even talked to her yet…” The young doctor simply watched him, saying nothing as the boy struggled to make sense of it. “How is this possible?” Tim whispered. “Are you sure? Is this really her signature? You’re not joking with us, are you?” His fingers lightly traced the written name as if it might change under his touch. “The EDV Medical Institution doesn’t joke about patient care,” the doctor replied gently, offering a reassuring smile. “But… but I didn’t even meet Dr. Belle,” Tim insisted, shaking his head.

"Open it." I set my bread down and wiped my hands on my jeans. My fingers were trembling slightly as I picked up the envelope. I unfastened the string closure and slid the contents out. It was a piece of thick, high-quality parchment paper. At the top, printed in bold, elegant letters, was the seal of the Philippine Medical Association. Below it, my name was printed in beautiful calligraphy: Dr. Snow Ford, Pediatrician.

The doctor raised a thick suspicious brow at Rod and Stella and noticed the squabble that must have occurred between them and he inquired, “Who are you, ma’am? I hope you don’t mind if I ask.” Stella rolled her eyes at Rod, wondering if he thought she was going to appoint him as my husband. She knew the look on Rod’ face was as a result of her denial of him. But she nerve gave a short about his feelings. “Join me in the office, madam,” the doctor mustered, and added, “You have got documents to sign before I can commence the surgery.”

On the other side I saw another man standing looking at us while fixing up something in his briefcase, he also wore a pair of suits with a stethoscope across his neck he must be a medical doctor, I knew it from his outfit, he took out the thermometer came closer and inserted it on my hand, I was delirious and was just watching, as he read my temperatures. "Hi, am Doctor Sam, I hope you're feeling better now?" I replied to the doctor with a nod, he asked more questions about how I felt around other parts of my body, I kept nodding my head for answers, and shook my head off when the answers were to be no, I was just staring at what he was doing.

The pharmacist looks so disgust with the paper that I crumble when I was driving my car out of my frustration. "Look here young lady," I start, "This is a fucking signature from a fucking professional doctor which is Dr. Kerious Ayn." I continue. Her eyes widen and gasp. "S-Sir–" I did not let her to finish her sentence, she does not needed to finish them.

He smiled when his obsidian met Selene's emerald bead, then stopped all the treatment process that he wanted to do before finally opening his voice. "Kristoff," said the doctor. "Kristoff Chappelle." The Doctor introduced himself —extending his right hand that was no longer wrapped in a latex gloves like the other part. Instead of shaking the Doctor's helping hand, Selene chose to catch the big hand —grasping it tightly, while looking at him sadly. "Help me get out of this place. I’m begging you."

"All done, Trevor. I'm out of medicine. Come back tomorrow morning." Trevor felt his leg and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor!" The doctor turned away, getting busy with his things. He shooed them out with a wave. Zara left, full of doubts. She pulled out her phone and searched for Xanadu Medical Center to look for the doctor's photo. Zara flipped through Xanadu Medical Center's website and, sure enough, she spotted the doctor. His name was Austin Simmons, and he was the head of the department.

as she pressed her lips together. Ty turned to look at me waiting for me to respond to her. He was a scary guy when he was angry. I decided to tread carefully. “He is family,” I said and she gave me a nod before she knocked and opening the door. “Doctor I have the patient’s husband and…” “Brother,” Ty finished the sentence and I nodded in agreement and the nurse left and we went in. “Gentlemen, please sit,” the doctor responded, pointing at the seats in front of him and we both sat waiting for him to speak again, “I’m doctor Raymond but you can call me Stanley,”

I secretly throw the medicine in the trash bin while she was not looking at me. “W-Who’s your doctor here?” I asked, still trying to act. Damn! I need this information. “The doctor here is Doc. Raymond Madrigal. He’s a specialist,” the nurse said. Raymond Madrigal, huh? It does not a ring a bell. I haven’t heard that name with the wolves around me. “Looks like he’s good huh?” I said while staring at the window.