Story Of A Doctor Mga Nobela at Kwento

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

He pointed at me and roared, "I don't care if you're a clinical doctor or not! When a patient needs help, you are responsible! What department are you in? What's your ID number? What's your name?" I laughed coldly. "Wearing a white coat doesn't automatically make me a doctor here." Florence, seeing this, immediately started fanning the flames. She covered her face and pretended to cry. "Dr. Wyckoff, look at her! I saw her scrolling on her phone during work hours. When I asked her to treat my son, she refused in every way possible! She's a doctor without ethics. Why does this hospital even keep her around?" Whispers and murmurs spread around, and the criticism around me grew louder.

He didn't even sound like that in battle, not even when issuing orders that meant life or death. There was something darker in it now. It was like he was taking it personal now. “I’ve told you everything I know,” the doctor stammered. His voice trembled, and I could almost picture the sweat forming along his brow. “Her condition is… unusual, yes, but” “Don’t lie to me.” “I don’t tolerate lies,” he continued, quieter now. “Not from enemies… and certainly not from my own people.” “I’m not lying!” the doctor insisted quickly. “Alpha, please you have to understand.

"Your doctors have no ethics and are playing with people’s lives. If my grandpa remains under their care, he might not make it through the day!" The uproar from the upset family grew louder, forcing the director to step into the operating room and send Liam out to deal with the situation. The moment Liam left the operating room, a family member slapped him. "Do you have any idea who my grandpa is? He's a war hero from '43!" the family member yelled, "People line up just to see him, and what about that doctor you supervise? How did she even get her license? Bring her out here now!"

And we tended to avoid the trouble they brought. So Leah had asked me before we brought the patient in, “Have you decided to save him? You know… he might be one of them…” “Them” meant the mercenaries. I nodded without a second thought. I believed being a doctor meant helping anyone who walked through our doors, regardless of who they were. Just then, after hearing my question, Leah leaned closer, her voice low. “I think so. Have you seen anyone like him in the local villages?” By anyone, she meant exactly what I was thinking— This man wasn’t like the underfed children or wiry men we usually saw.

Sam asked getting up from beneath the passenger seat. "Look kid, a long time ago when I was a different person, I was caught up in a huge chunk of trouble and those guys chasing us their boss Lewis Addison, saved me from getting caught by the authorities and/or losing my medical license. A favor he termed it. "I never knew that the young man who lent me a hand then, was a multi-trillionaire drug Lord. Few weeks after, he came with a request that I should devout my services to him" "I declined." said the doctor as his countenance fell even lower.

There was no way she tells how she can to end up on the road alone, moreover, it is filled with wounds from being be hit by someone. The male doctor who was treating wounds in several parts of Reya's body continued to stare at the patient in front of him. He didn't know what else to say seeing the presence of a girl he knew how his life was, but this time he had to act like a stranger in front of a friend his that girl. "Done!" said the doctor tells.

If he wants to be one of those doctors who only treats patients for money, that’s not my problem. As for me, I know what kind of doctor I’m going to be. I may or may not deserve to be a doctor, but I am one, and I’m going to do my best to save as many lives as I can. I’m not going to turn away anyone who needs my help. That’s how I’m going to survive – by knowing I’m saving lives, that I’m helping others. Not just that, I’m going to thrive.

Surya sat beside me and Ashok sat using only half of his ass on the corner of the bed. "Let me tell you a story," The doctor opened his mouth. Was this the time to listen to stories? Did this doctor have some screws loose in his head? I wanted to say it out loud, but I controlled my emotions and stayed silent. "What is this story about?" Ashok asked in curiosity. "This is the story of a man who wanted to study medicine but could not because of his poor financial condition," He responded and started telling the story. How was this story related to the topic on which we were just discussing?

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"