The Doctor's Apprentice Novels & Stories

Voices of doubt and blame rose from the crowd. A few women, however, saw how handsome Ashton was, and their eyes lit up slightly as they spoke up for him. Travis and his apprentice both glanced at Ashton and let out cold snorts. They didn't bother concealing the contempt in their eyes. Medicine might not strictly be tied to age, but aside from a few true prodigies, most doctors only became more skilled as they grew older. Young men like Ashton, who still looked wet behind the ears, were usually all talk and no substance. They had ambition far exceeding their ability and were always dreaming of making a name for themselves in one stroke.

He wrote slowly, his left hand clumsy with the pen. Name: Cale Atlas Rion. DOB: Unknown. Allergies: None. Emergency Contact: Elion Marrow (Husband). He looked at the form. It looked... official. Real. "The doctor will see you now," the receptionist said. They walked back. The exam room was small and smelled of rubbing alcohol. The doctor walked in. He was young, maybe thirty, with messy hair and a stethoscope around his neck. "Hi," he said. "I'm Dr. Aris. Not the neurologist, that's my aunt. I'm the one who stitches up fishermen."

Not because it was true, but because I didn't want to admit it to myself. He stopped, walking away from me and I sighed in relief. He went to his desk and pulled out a folder. "Based on your uniform, you are a nurse, but that is enough for me. From now on, you are a doctor." I frowned. "What do you mean?" "Congratulations, Anabeth. You're now the official doctor of the King Mafia." My mouth fell with a sharp gasp. "Excuse me?!" "Don't worry, you won't be a slave here. You will have your own room, food, and security. You belong to us now."

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"

“What are you doing here?” “Working.” The slim and nice-looking young doctor replied. Again, not paying attention to me. “When did you graduate medical school?” “Not yet. On habitual training.” “It is great to see you.” “Thanks, and you same.” He took quality time to smile at Greg before introducing himself as our guide. “This way,” he said. “I will assess the entry for you.” I coughed angrily at the audacious would-be doctor, and he acknowledged my presence as I wanted.

“Ariel Flaming.” Dustin's brow furrowed as he mulled over the name in his head. "I seem to remember hearing that name before." As he rubbed his chin and thought about what she had said earlier, he recalled her words. "She insisted on meeting with a certain Doctor Thomas. He has got to be real." Dustin gave Doc's medical degrees and other certificates that were hanging on the wall a quick scan. These documents had been routinely updated throughout the years to give the appearance that Doc was much younger than he actually was. "I want you to find anybody in the state with that name who is currently working as a physician," she said. However, Anton claims that she is from Portland.

I'm the problem! The Doctor is a nice guy though. Apparently, he's the youngest pack doctor that this Pack ever had so that means he's better than the other pack doctors before him. “Would you like to try your luck by healing that patient's wound?” He asks when he notices that I'm observing him intently as he treats one of the patients. Ashamed that I've been caught, I quickly shake my head. “Oh, no. I'm so sorry for staring, it's just so fascinating, being able to treat and heal like that and all. And even if I want to, I don't have any ounce of treating magic in me.” I admit, which is true.

Sean could not help but squint his eyes in suspicion. 'Nicole reacted to his name. Does she know him?' "James Dade... I heard that it's really hard to get in touch with this doctor. He has a weird character and has left the medical field already," Steve said as he remembered this doctor. "Yeah, but he has an apprentice here, but no one knows who and where that person is..." Gloria sighed again. Daniel smiled as he looked at the worried look on her face. "You're too kind. Miley has always been a pain to you, but you're still worried about Chloe..."

“Then check again.” The dismissal stung. Iris walked away, cheeks burning, heart heavy. By the time she reached room twelve, she realized the chart she’d been given was incomplete. Missing pages. Missing data. She frowned. This wasn’t a mistake. Later that morning, during a supervised procedure, Iris was asked to assist with equipment she had never been trained on. “I wasn’t briefed on this,” Iris said carefully. Another nurse scoffed. “You’re training under Doctor Hale. We assumed you knew everything already.”

Before I could fully rise, a doctor stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “You need to rest. Both for your sake and the baby’s sake.” I froze. My heart skipped a beat. “Baby?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean baby?” The doctor exchanged a quick look with the nurse before turning back to me. His expression was serious but kind. “Your baby,” he replied. I stared at him like he had grown two heads. “I don’t have a baby.”