Story Of Doctor Stranger Novels & Stories

I asked the stranger, his eyes were smiling. “You are at the hospital.” The stranger replied. I coughed dryly. “Are you the doctor?” His face brightened at his attempt to respond. “No, I am not. I am your husband, Jake Mccatty.” And that was when I let out the loudest scream my weak throat could let out.

Cindy's mom panicked. "You worry too much. If she doesn't come home by morning, we'll drive to Juan's ourselves, okay?" Grandma reassured her, standing up and leading Cindy's mom inside with a hopeful heart. Next day... Mr. Stranger lounged lazily in the armchair, dressed in a simple sweatshirt and pajama pants, a departure from his usual dark attire. His phone beeped, signaling morning's arrival. He glanced over at Cindy, still asleep in bed. A knock interrupted his thoughts, and Thyme and the doctor entered. The doctor, one of the most renowned in the world, checked on Cindy's condition.

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.

"That will be three thousand dollars." The stranger sat up abruptly, stitches pulling taut under the bandages. "I don't have time for this." He swung his legs over the stretcher. The doctor grabbed his arm. Bad move. Faster than I could blink, the stranger's hand went to his waistband, pulling a gun. A handgun, gleaming under the van's flickering light. "Stop the van. Now." The doctor shook, his eyes wide with horror. He barked at the driver in the front, "Stop the van!"

The doctor whispered some words to Anna and the stranger who was in the room. I tried listening to their conversation but I couldn't, as they were a little distant from where I was. Seconds later, they broke apart, and the doctor walked up to me with a bright smile laced to his brows. "I hope you're doing alright. You're feeling good, right?" "Yes, I do. Thanks for asking." My response was swift and successfully concealed the irritation that was brewing inside of me. Every part of me wanted to know what it was they were talking about. I had a nagging feeling that that stranger had a hand in it.

I said groaning. "I'll just check it" he said kissing my forhead and I groaned again. "Yeah..! I'll be there in 10." He said on the call and I was busy oggling him. Shirtless Aarav is a treat! "Jaan! I'll have to go. There is an emergency." He said and I groaned again. "For the first time in my life! I don't like being a doctor..!" I said groaning and he laughed wearing his shirt.

Who is this woman in his life? "Oh, hi!" Doctor Vina waved at me. Now I know why he is familiar to me. He is the medical student I saw with Raxon seven years ago. I can't be wrong. I noticed how Raxon removed the doctor's hand when my gaze moved over there. "Aren't you the woman who visited Mrs. Hudson? I guess, you're his son's girlfriend. Am I wrong?" Raxon's jaw clenched. I swallowed hard but his set of deep black eyes didn't leave mine. I caught a glimpse of Arci as he grabbed my arm. He was also looking at the two people in front of us.

I slowly lowered myself into the chair. The stranger smiled warmly. Oddly enough... Something about his eyes made me feel strangely at ease. It was impossible to explain. His expression carried confidence. Control. Power. Yet his smile appeared almost comforting. "Good afternoon, Doctor." His voice was smooth. "My name is Caden." He extended his hand. "I've heard quite a lot about you." I hesitated before shaking it. His grip was firm. "I need your help." Simple words. Nothing more. At that moment, I had no idea those four words would completely alter the course of my life.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.