The Doctor Book Pdf Novels & Stories

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I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o

"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.

He just came in today and rushed to the patient immediately. When the City Hospital's director heard the commotion, she immediately went to the Emergency Room to check the situation. She was stunned when she saw a familiar face. ".." Clive Aster. A well-known Emergency Doctor, Neuro and Cardiac Surgeon. Her Ex-Husband. "Welcome Dr. Clive Aster! Welcome to the City Hospital." says director Celeste Klatt. Celeste shook Clive's hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheeks. "Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again."

Jackson studied me for a second, then said, “I don’t care what happened with him. I just want you to know—you’re safe here. I won’t let him bother you again.” He took a step closer. The space between us shrank. There was something in his eyes—something intense, unreadable. I swallowed. Maybe I was reading too much into this. But why did it feel like Jackson was… looking at me as more than just a doctor who patched him up? I took a breath, held my ground. “I know you want to help me because I saved you,” I said gently. “But I didn’t do that expecting anything in return. I was just doing my job. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Alpha, I fear her health isn’t what those documents claimed. Something isn’t true here. Please—let me search deeper. I need to be sure for our Lu—” A guttural growl slashed the air, silencing her. The same voice from my dream—raw, cruel, and laced with fury—snapped from the far corner of the room. “Leave us. Find out whatever you think, Doc. I can’t wait to kill the poor bastard who thought he could get away with this shit and live.” The doctor’s breath hitched. She stammered, gathering her things in a flurry, her fear stinking up the room.

And Damian was about to find out exactly how much. The physician returned two days later with a folder so thick it looked like it could stop a bullet. He held it like it weighed more than paper. Like it carried danger. Damian sat upright in his bed, pale but sharp, eyes fixed on the file with the patience of a predator about to bite. “Finally,” he said coldly. “Put it down.” The doctor set the folder on the bedside table and stepped back quickly, as if the paper might explode. Damian didn’t thank him.

She could barely stand. Keith stayed a bit more composed and shouted, "Impossible! Zac is perfectly healthy. There's no way he has uremia. You quacks didn't even run tests before making things up. I'm going to report you." The doctor had seen plenty of people like him and didn't bother arguing. He simply took Zac for the proper examinations. When they saw the diagnosis—uremia—they finally gave up their denial. "My poor grandson! How could you come down with something like this?" My mother let out a wailing scream. Kathy stared wide‑eyed in disbelief. Keith's face darkened, and he couldn't get a single word out.

“There are a grand tot of eighteen men, all in a very critical condition.” I ask myself if it is possible that she might be the miracle doctor, but she looks so plain, that I can’t wrap my head around that. But it’s also wrong to judge a book from its cover and still… I would have imagined the miracle doctor to have a bit more of an impressive aura. The furious expression of the Alpha morphs into concern and he follows the recap of the doctor carefully before she sprints to the back door and he turns towards me.

"All done, Trevor. I'm out of medicine. Come back tomorrow morning." Trevor felt his leg and smiled. "Thanks, Doctor!" The doctor turned away, getting busy with his things. He shooed them out with a wave. Zara left, full of doubts. She pulled out her phone and searched for Xanadu Medical Center to look for the doctor's photo. Zara flipped through Xanadu Medical Center's website and, sure enough, she spotted the doctor. His name was Austin Simmons, and he was the head of the department.