Story Of Doctor Stranger 소설 & 이야기

"No more drugs!" Dr. Evans glared at him. "He is agitated. He needs rest." "He needs to leave," Elion said. "We have... a private facility. A specialist. In the city." "Who?" "Dr... Strange," Elion said, panic making him stupid. Cale snorted. It was a weak sound, but it was a laugh. "Dr. Strange is a comic book character, Elion," Dr. Evans said dryly. "It's a common name," Elion defended. "Look. We appreciate your help. The leg is fixed. But we are leaving. Against medical advice. Where do I sign?"

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

That operation was successful largely thanks to ophthalmology virtuoso Alistair, who performed an excellent corneal restoration. One would expect the young woman to be immensely grateful to Alistair afterward. Instead, she accused a doctor of indecently assaulting her in her hospital room. It sounded utterly implausible. Though it was a private room, medical staff and family members frequently entered. Had anything truly happened, even a slight call for help would have brought immediate attention. The young woman's story was full of holes. She claimed she hadn't called for help, fearing emotional distress might affect her newly transplanted cornea.

It didn’t exist. Then it hit me. They are mine. A shaky breath escaped me, and before I could stop it, my vision blurred. I blinked once, twice, but it didn’t matter. The tears came anyway, sliding down without permission. I didn’t even try to stop them. A man like me… crying in the middle of a quiet office. But nothing about this moment felt small. Nothing about this moment felt controlled. “They’re yours,” Doctor Stone said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Congratulations.”

Amelia responded, letting out a short smile Immediately, he left for his car and drove to the hospital. Upon arriving, the stranger was assessed by medical practitioners. After the examination, the doctor requested to see Alex privately. In their discussion, the doctor revealed to Alex that there was nothing medically wrong with the stranger. In fact, he suspected that she had faked the whole fainting process. The doctor assured Alex that he was free to take her home whenever he wished. After leaving the doctor’s office, Alex angrily confronted the stranger, demanding to know who sent her. The stranger agreed to tell him if he tripled the payment she was to get, and Alex obliged. When she re

“But you have to tell me what’s going on. All of it. No more secrets.” We sat on my couch, and I told her everything. The diagnosis. The two year timeline. The three month deadline to get pregnant. Flying to Thailand. The rooftop. Kai. The fever. Staying when I should have left. Discovering who he really was. Coming home to the arranged marriage. And then, voice shaking, I told her about Sarah Lin. About the phone call. About someone trying to bribe my pharmacist to switch my medication. Jennifer’s face went pale. Then red. Then something beyond anger that I didn’t have a name for.

He turned and stared right into my eyes, but he still pretended not to see me. We’ll focus on finding her relative so we can proceed with the amputation,” the doctor said. Alright. If they are not found, I’m still willing to help in any way I can,” the stranger replied. The doctor nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The man moved toward the other end of the hallway without looking back. I stood there, staring after him, my arms folded tightly across my chest. What was that about? I demanded, turning back to the doctor. Why were you both pretending like you couldn’t see me?

When I turned back to him with my pants shielding the unclothed portion of my body from view, the doctor had gotten up and had his back to me. Quickly, I pulled my panties on, followed by my snug-fitting jeans. As I shimmied them over my ass, he turned his head enough to speak over his shoulder, but not actually look at me, and said, "I'm sorry." The words hung in the air as though he had something else to say, but instead, his shoulders sank. "I'll wait for you in the hall." I finished dressing and met him on the other side of the door. I didn't have a clue what to say after that odd interaction. Thankfully, he saved me from saying anything.

The doctor came out with a heavy look on his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “We lost him.” “He died?” Clarita asked the doctor. “No! It’s not possible!” She grabbed the doctor’s hand, screaming as if she needed him to say it was a joke. “How? Why? Did I just kill someone?” Her breath stalled. She stumbled backward, and Jack quickly held her. Clarita cried as if her soul has been ripped open. She cried with guilt. With horror. With a fear she had never known.

He could no longer endure the tension since this group had suddenly appeared from nowhere, disturbing the peace of the hospital. "You know what to do, right? Keep your mouth shut! If you dare report what happened to him, everyone who handles him will suffer the same injuries. Or perhaps we might visit and have some fun with your wife and two cute daughters." A man stopped, gripping the doctor's shoulder, making the doctor widen his eyes and breathe heavily. "Choose wisely, Doctor. Do your best. I am sure you can!" The doctor quickly nodded and left the room, his face showing genuine panic. But he had to act as if no one had just been shot and that there weren’t any terrifying men guarding hi