The Canterbury Tales Doctor Novels & Stories

If it’s not any injuries, then what could it be? “Body…” I unconsciously muttered. It took me a while to notice my words, and a little more while to realize the corelation. Then is it about his soul? The matter that Cecilia had spoken of? I was so busy entertaining my train of thoughts that I hadn’t realized the doctor was calling for me. I turned to the doctor after hearing him call me loud enough. “…What is it?” I asked. The doctor motioned towards Lancelot and said, “He’s awake.” While I saw a movement from Lancelot at the corner of my eyes.

The doctor said. Hearing the doctor's words, Damien looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Did he suspect you?" Hearing Damien's words, the doctor immediately shook his head, "That is not possible. I have done this job very well. No one can find fault with the report I gave him except for an extra-experienced doctor like the Magical Doctor. And you said that Mr. Center has not yet found the Magical Doctor, and as far as I know, even if Mr. Center finds the Magical Doctor, it will be of no use because the Magical Doctor does not treat rich people. Mr. Center can not force someone to treat him" The doctor said.

But since he was currently, the center of attention, and a little girl was also there, he couldn’t help but stay and talk. As he chatted with them, he looked around the room and noticed a few things that made him feel more certain that this Doctor Prime is a legit doctor. There was a human skeleton in the corner left between the left doorframe and the water jug, but that wasn’t the center of the attention. It was the frames on the left wall beside the jug. There were certificates of doctorate and medical experties, and some achievements signed officially by the ministries.

I frowned as he averted his eyes. "Doctor Vina." Tita uttered. I stood up when the doctor approached. Even Arnaiz and I approached us to find out if the doctor had anything to say. She forced a smile. He looks kind but I don't know why there is something inside me that is not comfortable when I see him. Is there any wrong with her? Or maybe I have a problem with it? "I'm just here to check your vital signs. But you don't have to worry because just after a few days, he can be discharged."

A mystified expression wore on his face. "What's going on?"Xander asked from a place of confusion. A sigh escaped the doctor's lips, "Come with me." His furrow deepened as he followed him into his office, the door closed behind them before they settled down on their seats. "Is she going to be fine?"Xander asked. A moment of uneasy silence stretched in the room. "Mr Xander in my years of experience as a medical professional, I have never seen such an odd case." Xander felt his tongue tied at what the doctor was driving at.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

He looked at Sean with disdain as he asked, "Since when can just anyone call themselves doctors? "And Dr. Turner, you're a doctor. You should know that if even modern medicine can't cure a disease, traditional medicine can't possibly be of any use. Have you been deceived by this youngster?"

Or maybe… “Mr. Zander?” I spun around to the sound of my name, just to come face to face with the last person I thought I would see. It was the devil himself. Speak of him and he shall appear, they said and I guess they weren't lying. The doctor stood a few feet away, hands folded in front of him, his white coat spotless, and expression carefully neutral. As I looked him over, I could tell he was in mid-forties, maybe, with dark hair starting to gray at the temples. He had calm eyes, but the kind of calm that suddenly felt like an insult.

But paradise on earth did not last, as the door rang, breaking everything we had. "Damn!" The doctor spits into the air, while it is clear that he is very upset that they have taken him away from me like that. So he hands me a robe and makes me put it on. I guess I can be grateful that sick gowns exist, which are so easy to put on and cover your entire body, or in this case, the scene of the crime.

Adrian replied with a sigh. "A doctor? What's the name of this doctor?" Bran asked, interested in the story. "One mysterious Dr. C." Adrian replied, still feeling disappointed at the rejection he received. "The only thing I know about her is that she's a female. Every other detail hads been kept from the public. " Dr. C. The name sounds familiar..." Bran looked at the ceiling wondering where he'd heard the name before. "She's the doctor everyone has been raving about. The doctor who has never lost a patient." Adrian prodded.