Story Of A Doctor Novels & Stories

Chapter 74 The aged doctor huffed out. "I saw it in your medical file and also knew your health condition though I couldn't treat you earlier. The medical team which treats you briefed me about your status. I was in another country on account of business when I came to know about the mishap you faced. However I tried to finish it as fast as I could and came to you." "Business?" Scarlet eyed him doubtfully head to toe. The doctor corrected his glasses in reticence. "By business I meant a medical seminar which doctors attend every quarterly. But anyways I'm very happy to know you're been attended by the best medical team in the world because of the reputation your husband and his family carrie

I answered nervously. "I already scanned your information and I find your experiences and capabilities worthy to be part of my team. Well, other people may find me the best, but I still consider myself as a Doctor who aspires to explore my knowledge and strengthens my expertise more. So, I only have one question for you, Ms. Navarro." He said then cleared his throat. "G-go on, Doc. I'm l-listening," I nervously said. "Why did you choose to be in a medical field when all of the opportunities are behind your back already? I mean, I was pertaining to your parents. I heard their best engineers." He said.

Asher waved at him. "Welcome Alpha Asher, it's good to see you again." The doctor shook his hands with a smile. They know each other? Should I just say I'm doomed because there's no way this doctor would keep my secret? What if he actually tell them? "Thank you for calling me over doctor. You have no idea how much it means to us." He already told Asher? So... The doctor was lying to me when he said I couldn't have an abortion? "How do you know each other?" I asked, ready to rip the doctor apart.

I don't know how I can share my life with someone. I never once talked about it. Not even with the girls I was with in the ring. It was depressing to tell and hear stories similar to mine. She's a doctor. A professional. She does this for a living. She's practically a stranger. Would it be easier to tell her about my dark past? "How about you tell me something about yourself first?" the doctor, Linda Chapin, gently prodded. I gulped.

explained the doctor. Even though I'm not good yet, I suddenly stared at him. “I remembered that he was the man I bumped into at the hotel. How did he become the leader of the mafia?” I asked myself, and I still couldn't believe what the doctor said. “Get well soon because more missions are waiting for you!” he said to me seriously and left without saying goodbye. He didn't even wait for me to thank him. “Doctor…" I called him in a low voice. “Yes?”

“Keep that up, and you’ll become the fan favourite. The last doctor we had was not too friendly with the pack members.” “Doctor Charles? I heard he passed two weeks ago,” my brows furrowed as I tried to recall some detail. “I only met him once, when I was still in medical school. He was a guest speaker at a convention. One of the only werewolves there too. He was not too friendly then, either.” A smile slipped unbidden onto my lips as a memory came to mind. “He argued with several of his colleagues during the event. The organisers considered removing him from the hall because of that.”

"It's not something to brag about." "You're also a pulmonologist and a cardiologist." The doctor leaned back in his chair, a little shyly. "It's nothing to be proud of." "Why not? How did you survive?" she asked, laughing. "I survive because it is what I want to do in the first place; if you love what you do, it will not be difficult or boring, right?" Sandra chuckled and shook her head. "I confirmed with you that the path I took was incorrect." Sandra thanked the doctor after he had treated her. He is charming and witty. He is both amusing and entertaining. She feels at ease.

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.”

"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.

Each person added something new before passing the story along to someone else. By the end, Victoria had become a monster in everyone’s version of events, while Raquel was portrayed as a completely innocent victim who could do no wrong. Inside the clinic, however, the conversation unfolding between the doctor and healer painted an entirely different picture. The old doctor sat quietly with his tobacco pipe resting between his fingers. He drew in a slow breath before releasing a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling. Years of experience had taught him to notice the smallest inconsistencies, and from the very beginning, something about the incident had troubled him.