Story Of Doctor Stranger Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

ADRIANNA POV I signed the consent form before the doctor started. He looks around thirty, but the faint streaks of grey hair in his hair gave him a distinguished look, almost like doctor strange. And he’s also a doctor which made it funnier. I blinked twice and my vision blurred. Is it me or the drugs? Because for a second there I’d have sworn he had a cape.

She whispered, barely audible, “Maxwell… that’s him.” I turned to her, confusion and dread creeping up my spine. “Who?” Her trembling hand reached for mine. “The man behind the fraud.” And before I could react, the stranger closed the door behind him — the soft click echoing like a warning in the tense silence that followed. “I don't understand,” I choke out, my voice shaking with confusion. I returned my gaze to her again but failed to get an explanation. Out of desperation, I quickly gave the doctor a quick glance whose expression was unreadable. There was a slight flickering of delight in his face. Then I wondered the reason for the sudden joy.

Father said. He guided my hands to press cloth against the stranger's abdomen. The blood felt warm and thick, soaking through the fabric almost instantly. "Don't let up, no matter what." I nodded, my throat tightening. The stranger's skin was cold under my palms, his breathing shallow and uneven. Dr. Len burst through the door, white hair messy, gripping her old medical bag tightly. She was the village's only doctor, semi-retired but still sharp as a scalpel. Her eyes widened when she saw the patient.

“Stop. He’s coming. You don’t understand what he’ll do.” He didn’t let go. He glanced over my shoulder at the corridor, then back to the room. His jaw locked. He bent his head, mouth brushing my ear. “Get inside, now.” He moved me through the doorway. The doctor opened his mouth to argue but one look from the stranger silenced him. “Lock the door,” the man ordered. “Do not open this door until you hear me knocking.” The doctor swallowed, nodded, and the lock clicked.

wondered the stranger. He had important things to do. In fact, he had a meeting he was supposed to attend, but unfortunately, he was already late, so he decided to stay back for a while and see how everything played out. "I'm afraid we can only start once a down payment is made, ma'am, and not before," the doctor explained. His words stopped Jessica in her tracks. She turned and glared at him. She knew he was not the enemy. In fact, she was a medical doctor herself and knew just exactly how things like this work.

"No need to hold back. I've heard that way too many times to be affected by it, besides, I wasn't the one who approached you. Thank you for bringing me here and thank you for your time but I think you've overstayed your welcome so you may just leave." "Filthy piece of shit!" Nora spun her head to the other side of the bed. Truth be heard, the words stung. She wasn't affected by it when the regulars called her filthy but was gravely affected when the stranger did. She detached herself from the bed a good ten minutes or so after he left but then, in came the doctor. "Good morning, how are you today?" "I'm able to breathe and walk; I'm fine." The doctor occupied the seat that the stranger had e

He asked but instead of replying, the stranger sat on the chair in front of him and crossed his legs, staring at him with eyes hard as flint that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "What does that man want?" The stranger finally asked and he swallowed. "I don't know who you're talking about" he managed to gasp out, seeking for a way of escape. The stranger suddenly stood up, bringing his face to a very close proximity, "you damn well know what I mean, I mean this" the stranger whispered fiercely, suddenly grabbing the sample in his desk and raising it to his view, "you still don't know what I'm talking about?" The doctor's eyes bulged as his eyes suddenly fell on the stranger's waist and

The bandaged blonde man in the hospital bed had a mischievous smile on his face, just like he had imagined it to be. “Hello,” Kylian shut the door behind him and walked slowly towards the stranger. He looked too much like a joke to be the anonymous figure who had been giving all that information. He had imagined a dauntless figure that would sneak up on him while he was halfway in the lobby. What the heck was his anonymous figure doing, bandaged and in a hospital bed? “Come sit,” he said, pointing to a chair at the side of his bed. “Thank you,” Kylian said, waiting for him to break the awkward silence that was building over their meeting. “So…why’d you call me over?” Kylian tried to get him

I further and he shrugs. "Why the sudden interest. Does someone have a little crush on the Doc?" "No. I'm just curious," I say and he lets out a small laugh before speaking. "Everyone who meets him is curious Zel. I met doc a few months ago. No one knows his real name but there are stories about him and some say he is as strange as...." "Strange as Doctor Strange," Doc says appearing behind Jace. "What the Fu..." "Now young man you will not use such jargon in my restaurant", Doc chuckles, cutting Jace off and Jace glares at him.