Story Of A Doctor の小説・ストーリー

He replied with a slight chuckle, “Their loss is my gain.” “Next question.” She said. “Why a doctor?” he asked. “That’s simple. I wanted to fix people.” She replied. “Instead I found I was good at other things and instead of fixing people, I was really good at finding out what they died from.” “Really? You are one of those doctors that work with dead people?” he asked. “A pathologist, yes. It isn’t like it is gross or anything. Every person has a story to tell. I just get to be the last person to tell it in most cases.” She replied.

He doesn’t want that for me. I wasn’t intentionally playing the pity card or wanting to remind me about my horrible pains and struggles. It’s just the best way I knew I could introduce myself to him to hear it right. He is a doctor that treats many patients and meets many patients in a day. He must have heard so many names.

"Do you work here every day? I want to bring my friend to see you. He broke his bone too." The doctor did not seem to mind. "Not every day. I'm here on Sundays. Your friend can come then. I'll be here anyway." "Where do you usually work? Maybe my friend can go there." "Xanadu Medical Center." Zara was shocked. That was a top hospital. "You're doing a clinic here without the hospital knowing?" "I am..." The doctor realized he had said too much. He gave her a quick hum and changed the subject. "All done, Trevor. I'm out of medicine. Come back tomorrow morning."

The words alone were enough to make the old doctor nearly collapse from fear. Doctor D had served the Ndrangheta family for decades already, he had treated gunshot wounds, poisonings, torture victims and even battlefield injuries for the clan but yet at this very moment he wished he could disappear completely from existence. Because no amount of medical knowledge could prepare him for delivering this kind of news to a man like Giovanni.

I say. “This doesn't need to make any sense to you, but remember the deal." I looked at him in disbelief. Should I even trust this doctor? Is he really the best pediatrician? "I got to go. I have another patient waiting for me. And like I said, I can’t say much about it.” Doctor Rivero says. He gets up and exits. He left the medicine on the table next to me. I look down at Moonlight Jade in my arms. XXX 16 Years Later

The doctor asked like he doesn't know anything. "Doctor, please, you are my only hope now. Rudra isn't gonna say anything and I just want to help him with whatever he is going through! So, please don't lie to me!" She begged him as she needed the answer to her questions otherwise she would go mad by staying near Rudra. The doctor couldn't understand if he should tell her or not as Rudra's past is related to her past too and he still didn't forget that night when he had to operate on four patients who were colored with their blood.

“One of the doctors who used to come every week… He came back, years later. Got into a big fight with the director. They were shouting, arguing… something about a disc.” “A disc?” I repeated. The man nodded. “That doctor… he ended up adopting one of the children here. Took the child in, raised the as his own.” Kyle stepped forward slightly. “Do you know the doctor’s name?” The man squinted, digging through the depths of memory. “Doctor H… H. James. That’s what we called him.” My whole body froze. My eyes widened, and I took a step back too fast, too shaken and I nearly stumbled.

"I heard he lost his wife and unborn child in a car accident a couple years ago and he couldn't save them and since then he's... cold." My heart breaks for the doctor. I don't know what I would do if I lost someone like that and couldn't save them... The poor man! I wouldn't blame him for turning cold. I'm sure I would've been in a puddle of tears for the rest of my life! And yet, he's working to save people he doesn't even know! A sharp knock on the door followed by the sound of a door opening, and in steps a young doctor. And I do mean young! He can't be more than 2 or 3 years older than me! And he's a heart surgeon?

“A story, Doctor. Tell me one.” Ava forced her lungs to draw air. The taste was sterile, filtered, smelling faintly of leather and his expensive, cold cologne. Her heart knocked against her ribs, a frantic, trapped thing. She met his gaze. This was a performance for her life. “His name is Jack Reilly,” she said. Her voice was steady. She was a doctor delivering a grim diagnosis, detached and professional. “We were colleagues. Years ago. A university research project.” He took a single, slow step closer, invading her space, his presence a physical pressure. His skepticism was a palpable force. “A colleague?”

With a gentle touch, she carefully positioned her in his room, where she would now rest her head each night. "Your Majesty, you probably already know the answer to that question. The two of you share a deep connection," elucidated the royal physician, "and upon the union of His Majesty and the Queen, all of her afflictions and maladies shall be remedied." For generations, the Doctor has faithfully served the royal family, beginning with the King's father. However, there is a secret that few are aware of: the Doctor is a vampire. Despite his supernatural nature, he has proven to be a valuable asset to the monarchy, using his centuries of experience to provide unparalleled medical care and gui