Story Of Doctor Stranger 소설 & 이야기

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.

If course that will change your feeling it something. ‎ ‎I'm a doctor, David a doctor, I don't bring personal things over my patients, David, I said frustrated. ‎ ‎He hesitated for a second. ‎ ‎And he said everything. ‎ ‎I'm not saying something like, I'm just trying to say maybe you not objective as you think you are. He said. ‎ ‎Something cold settled in my heart. ‎ ‎" so after all this years, you think I would risk some one's life because of jealousy." I stare at him in disbelief.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

"What happened to the young master?" ​Doctor Shin practically threw himself at the Maybach’s rear window the second the tires screeched to a halt under the emergency awning. His white coat flapped wildly, his eyes wide with pure panic as he peered through the lowered glass. "Are you hurt, sir? We got the priority dispatch and—" ​"It’s not me." ​The stranger's voice was calm. He didn't shift his weight. He didn't look at the doctor. He raised a hand and pointed a finger toward me.

“From what I witnessed from him today, he might as well do worse. That boy isn't done yet. And this time, you might not be lucky,” Doctor Escobar spoke tirelessly as they all listened endlessly. He was the last to speak as a knock on the door interrupted the heated argument. They all paused and wondered who would knock on the door of a hospital. “Who's that? Come inside! You don't have to knock,” Doctor Escobar said. Absolute stillness enclosed the atmosphere like a graveyard. Despite Doctor Escobar's approval, no one showed up. This single act from the stranger created tension in the minds of everyone.

And in the end, I’d have to reckon with my choice—to save a mobster or usher in the demise of a bad man. But somehow, all that disappeared as I stared at the stranger on the bed. Because that’s all he was. A stranger. A man, bleeding out, who needed my help. Who I could save. Now or never, Layla. I reached for my gloves, met my intern’s eyes. “Cut his clothes off.” His eyes bubbled into rounded coins of surprise. “Now!” I barked, scalpel already in hand. The answer was suddenly so clear, as I bent over that body. I was a doctor, not a god, not a jury. My job was life—to save it, to protect it, to promote it.

I yelped. "Sigmund," barked the stranger, whom I realized was wearing a gray tee, as he took a few steps towards us. Who are you? I've wanted to ask him but I can't find the strength to do so. "I'm sorry," the doctor—Sigmund—murmured. "The fact that your senses are working is great. Now I'll have to ask whether or not you remember anything."

the doctor says, looking back at Arthur. "He's Arthur Sterling, Doctor," the first nurse said. The doctor cocked his eyebrow, giving her the 'of course I know he's my patient’. "Like Sterling of Sterling Global Companies," she explained further, and his eyes widened into saucers. "Oh!...I'm…" He cut his words off and swallowed a little embarrassed. "If that's the case, young lady, I think I need to be talking to a closer family member who knows of his condition, I'm so sorry I may have revealed confidential information," he said, looking troubled all of a sudden.

She had walked out quietly that day, her shoulders slumped, but I didn’t care. Now the memory cut me open. My hand trembled as I reached for the glass again. “Hey, man.” The voice startled me. I turned, my face set in irritation. A stranger stood beside me, middle-aged, with a friendly grin that didn’t match the seriousness in his eyes. He picked up the empty stool next to mine and settled down. “I know you,” he continued, ignoring my glare. “You’re Dr. Spencer, the renowned neurosurgeon… and the one who just lost his wife.”

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.