Story About A Doctor Novels & Stories

He was just a doctor in the hospital. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, doctors earned a lot, and it was easy to earn hundreds of thousands a year. But compared with the man who helped her yesterday, hundreds of thousands of dollars were nothing to him at all. After all, the man who helped her easily spent more than 20 million dollars. "Miss beautiful lady, have we met before?" Just then, a tall and thin young man came out of the bedroom door, still wearing a doctor's uniform. Sasha was stunned by seeing the young doctor. "We haven't seen each other, have we?"

“Wow,your view overlooks the city.It’s so nice.Mine overlooks the ocean.” “That sounds great to imagine.” “You can come by to look at it anytime you want to.”He offered and winked at me. Again,I tried to ignore how handsome he was. “I’ll take a rain check on that.” “So what do you do?”He asked. “I’m a doctor.” “Woah,I’m so lucky.” I frowned at him.”Lucky how?” “I have a doctor opposite to me.And she can cure me of anything.Do you cure heartbreaks too?” If I could,I would have cured myself not long ago.

“Don't worry, ma'am. By profession I am bound to the law and privacy of my clients. Whatever happens in this office stays in the office.” The doctor said so assuringly that I smiled. “Very well then, I have the right to sue if our discussion ever gets out in the open,” I warned in the calmest voice ever. “Of course, ma'am. One more lawsuit, and I might finally be dead,” he said, adjusting his glasses. I got the message he was passing through. Doctors did get sued, and they didn't die. At least not most of them. But I had to be as transparent as possible.

The man said cooly. "I just said I can help you. That's if you let me." "You aren't even a doctor by profession. See ma, this is not a club where women hook up with men and vice versa. This is a very serious company and if my bosses sees me having an unnecessary conversation, I'm getting fired." He said as politely as he could. Natasha felt slightly insulted. This man thought she's flirting with him, huh? "By the ways, I'm a doctor myself so trust me when I say my condition has no permanent cure. Will you excuse me, please?" One could tell the man is frustrated yet didn't want to walk away from her in a way that will look rude.

he repeated, moving closer, his eyes stern on mine. “Um, the doctor… the doctor was just telling me about Tristan,” I stammered. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?” I tried to signal for him not to say anything, but the silly doctor just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He was Hudson’s family doctor, fine, but why did he have to poke his nose into family affairs? Hudson snatched the paper from my hand, skimming through it. “What is this, Doctor?” he asked, turning his gaze to the doctor.

“I really don’t know what this is but I think it’s a miracle because that was a deadly chemical. We've recorded so many death cases from it but you are so lucky to survive it.” “Thanks to Dr Adrian, he's an expert in this field and he left everything over there to fly in with his one private jet.” “Huh?” She stuck her head forward with a look of surprise. A doctor with a private jet? “I know you must be shocked to hear he has a private jet but he's more than just any ordinary doctor. Right now, I can't say much about him apart from the fact that he owns this prestigious hospital we are working at but just decided to go into the medical field himself being his childhood passion.”

Before I could fully rise, a doctor stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “You need to rest. Both for your sake and the baby’s sake.” I froze. My heart skipped a beat. “Baby?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean baby?” The doctor exchanged a quick look with the nurse before turning back to me. His expression was serious but kind. “Your baby,” he replied. I stared at him like he had grown two heads. “I don’t have a baby.”

he said "The articles focused on contracts; they usually do, and I thought they missed the real story." "What story was that?" I asked "A doctor who refused to sell her patients." For the first time that morning, I didn't know what to say. "Thank you," I managed. "I wasn't complimenting you," he said I looked back at the screen. "No?" I asked "I am explaining why we're speaking," he said "I understand." I said We said goodbye, and the line went quiet. I picked up my phone, and Adrian answered on the second ring. "It's six thirty," he mumbled.

"Would you have come to dinner?" My silence gave him his answer. "That's what I thought.” I crossed to the window and stood with my back to him and looked out at the courtyard "I'm a doctor." My reflection looked back at me. Pale. "I save lives. That's the whole point of me. That's the only thing I've ever been certain of." "I know." "And you—" I stopped. "And I do the opposite. Yes. I know that too." I turned around. He was already standing.

Not now, when he is about to become a father. Because that would be the cruelest thing. He wasn’t a lost boy anymore. He was a man finding his way. And men, when they are just beginning to find their way… should not be taken from the people who love them. (Sofía’s Point of View) I was in my office. A woman was sitting across from me, telling me something important about her life, and I was doing what I always do: listening, taking notes, paying attention. Being a doctor.