Story Of A Doctor Novels & Stories

"Speaking of long days, I heard from my brother today. Adrian's finally making the move back to town. Can you believe it? Opening his own clinic right here." Adrian. The name hit me like a distant bell, but I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to register it fully. My step-uncle—well, stepdad's brother, so not blood-related, but family all the same. I hadn't seen him in years, not since some awkward holiday gathering when I was a teenager. He was always the successful one, the doctor off in the big city. But tonight, with my mind replaying the clinic visit—the hazel eyes, the kind smile, the spark—I barely processed the news. It was just background noise to the storm inside me.

Just then, the door opened, and Doctor Anderson walked in, holding a few papers. “Good evening, Doctor Anderson,” Aria greeted, standing up quickly. “Good evening, Ms. Aria,” he said, his voice calm but serious. “Can we talk for a moment? It’s important.” She felt her stomach drop. Something about his tone wasn’t right. She nodded and followed him out into the hallway. Once they were outside, the doctor stopped and looked straight at her. “Aria, I’m afraid I have bad news,” he said quietly. Her hands began to shake. “What is it, Doctor?”

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

Felix said calmly. "Please, when can we do the surgery? How do we get someone to do it?” Elizabeth asked. “You were going to tell us about a doctor that can do this," Travis said. Felix nodded and responded, “Yes, the only doctor who from medical history has done this is Doctor…”

Why my life is complicated? The doctor rushed in and quickly asked me if I was okay. I shook my head and said, 'Again!' And I took a deep breath. 'What happened? Tell me? What again?' Doctor asked. 'It hurts again! I see myself again! I see those dreams again!' I said and looked straight into the doctor's eyes. He was a man in his 40s. He was quite renowned and he wore specs keeping it in the middle of his nose bridge. He was the best doctor in this hospital.

The doctor continued, addressing the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. "I suppose you have a purpose for being here. Are you planning to report me or revoke my medical license? Is that why you've waltzed into my sanctuary?" The doctor's words dripped with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Richard, grappling with the shock of his capture, had inadvertently stumbled upon the dark secrets hidden behind the façade of a respected medical professional. The doctor's atrocities unfolded before him – a macabre symphony of patient murders at the behest of guarantors, unauthorized abortions carried out callously.

"Do you think they can live peacefully once they return home? Will the people who found you capture them again?" This questioning made the doctor fall silent. After two seconds of silence, he covered his face and burst into tears. On the floor was a grown man, crying as he squatted. "I'm just an ordinary doctor. Why did you come looking for me? Who are you guys? Who are they?" His shoulders trembled as he continued, "I don't know anything. I don't know anything!" "No, you are not an ordinary doctor. You are skilled in gynecology and proficient in neurology and transplant surgery. You’re a remarkable doctor. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come looking for you."

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

This doctor game is fun, I should do it more often. “You’re aware of the doctor's plea of keeping secrets or whatever it is, right?” The guy looks everywhere but at me as I try to recall if I’ve ever heard of that shit in movies before. “Yes,” I lie. No clue what he’s talking about, but this sure as shit seems to be one of the stories that I will tell my grandchildren about. The guy sighs and pulls the blanked off him to reveal blood stains all around his groin and some bandages right where they shouldn’t be. I arch an eyebrow as he pulls the covers back.