Story Of Doctor Stranger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She asked, “How are you liking our hospital so far?” “Good, all of you are friendly. It reminded me of my old workplace.” Merely giggled and said, “Wait till you meet Doctor Strange.” “Doctor strange? Who is it?” I wondered as it was a weird name for an individual. She said, “He is Doctor Andrews's nephew but unlike him, he is very strict. All the girls are crazy about him but he doesn’t even spare them a second glance. That is why we call him Doctor Strange, you know because he is strange.”

I heard a female voice say, I tried to keep my face straight before they got in. My heart skipped a beat. Immediately, I saw Michael Miller walk arrogantly. In seconds, his family filled the room, and the fury in their eyes was so visible. Only Logan had this weird smile on his face. This was ridiculous! "Doctor, please! No need for anything else. You can leave her! She is okay and doesn't need treatment." The lady interrupted the doctor immediately. Mannerless! "Okay, ma'am!" The doctor said and signalled the nurse who assisted him to pack up the equipment so that they could leave.

The stranger spoke again. "So she has no one." "No immediate family," the doctor replied. "Only an aunt who is currently hospitalized." "I see." Silence filled the room once more. Then the stranger asked another question. "What kind of person is she?" The doctor smiled faintly. "Kind." "Very kind." "I've known of her for years." "She always put others before herself." "Patients remembered her kindness." "Students admired her." "And everyone who met her spoke highly of her." My tears flowed even faster.

"I've contacted a friend to ask for help from a famous doctor. I don't need Sebastian. Me? Beg him? Dream on!" "Famous doctor? Who?" Whitney asked in confusion. Shannon crossed her arms and raised her chin proudly. "Dr. Jay Sherlot from Uruxand! I heard that he's only in his 30s, and he's well-known globally. He has published many journals internationally and is a popular doctor in many medical institutions. There's nobody Jay can't cure in Uruxand." Whitney's face changed, as she had heard about Jay Sherlot before. He was indeed a famous doctor and had made significant contributions to the medical field.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

He asked pleadingly. I tried to talk, but my tongue refused to cooperate, so I just nodded my head. "Thank you, Yesha; I promise to love you for the rest of my life," he added. "And I love you so much, Xavier Fajardo," I eventually whispered, closing my eyes as I watched his face advancing, and when I felt his lips, I felt like I'd just won the lottery because the man I loved, loves me back. From this day forward, a better future awaits Xavier and me, the stranger who stole my virginity.

A large constricting snake ready to strangle and kill. Tony was a scorpion: an arachnid characterized by two large front pincers and a curved tail with a poisonous sting at the end ready to sting innocent people that came across it. Tony had strangled me. Tony had stung me. I loathe the day I set my eyes on Tony. My arms went around my shoulders as I held my knees to my chest like scared child; I was no different from one.

They met in secret just the night before last. "As for the youngest one—the child she had is yours, but she's already found someone richer and younger. She's preparing to leave you for him. "And there's more—" Before I could finish, I heard the sound of him coughing up blood on the other end, followed by frantic shouts. "Oh no—Richard, what's wrong? Hello? 911—get an ambulance!" After that, the line went dead. Later, my assistant informed me that my father had suffered a stroke from the shock and was now bedridden and paralyzed.