The Low-key Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

"Adrian told me he was coming." "He asked me to come in his place," explained the psychiatrist, in a calm tone. Valeria didn't respond. She turned around, leaving the door open. The doctor entered. A man in his forties, with a clear gaze and a patience honed by years of experience. Dr. Guillermo Medina. What he saw left him speechless: the living room was decorated with lit candles, a tray of exotic fruits, an open bottle of champagne, two glasses. Instrumental music played in the background. Everything was set up for a romantic evening that clearly wasn't going to happen.

I knew today was make-or-break for this agreement. "I'll do everything I can to help." His computer chimed. "Showtime," he said, clicking to answer the video call. Mr. Amer Len appeared on the screen. He wasn't much older than Albert and, like him, had inherited the family business after his father retired. Unlike Albert, however, he looked like a man who actually enjoyed life. Maybe that was simply the European effect. While Albert's tie was perfectly straight, Mr. Amer Len wasn't wearing one at all. His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar.

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?

Veronica hesitantly looked up, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized the doctor was looking straight at her, a haughty smile appearing on her lips, "But we better not get caught in bed, Selena. I plan on keeping you going all night long... just like yesterday." Veronica gawked at her. Goddammit! She knew! A flush of embarrassment crossed her face as the doctor was deliberately teasing her. "Mmh, and I'm sure this... escapade will be worth it, my love." Veronica ran her fingers through her hair and let out a deep sigh. That walk of shame was a small price to pay to what she experienced last night. She glanced at the doctor one last time, knowing that deep down in her heart, it was

It doesn't matter if she's acting strangely or if I'm acting strangely around her; I'm completely at ease with her, even while she's acting strangely around me. There is no doctor on duty at the ER, and they are desperate!" "Doc, there is no doctor at the ER; they are in desperate need of a doctor right now!" I sprint while clutching the stethoscope in my hands. This is what always occurs when doctors make a poor decision. Then they vanish without a trace after they are no longer required to leave their patients alone. "Doc, please come here," says the narrator. When I finally caught up with her, a teenage girl was crying into her phone, which I photographed.

He said softly, after he was done, he moved away from her. “You're wounded, you have to get yourself treated.” “B… but I don't have any money. I also have nothing to offer you. I…” She was about to speak but was cut off by the doctor. "Miss Naomi… Come with me!" Doctor Zade stumbled over his words. His eyes were filled with nothing but empathy for her. "I should come with you? Why? Since the moment that you treated me at the hospital, I've been aware of the way that you've been watching me. Why do you want to be of assistance to me when you don't even know me?" Naomi aimed her attention squarely at him.

the doctor replied with a strained calmness, nodding and beaming a smile before darting out of the operating room. Elena’s worry deepened as she glanced at the remaining nurses, their obliviousness adding to her apprehension. Minutes later, the doctor hurried back into the room, evoking a furrowed brow of concern from Elena. “What’s wrong, doctor?” Elena’s worry etched onto her face and various thoughts roamed her mind while her chest tightened and became heavier. “Do you believe in God and miracles?” The doctor’s smile softened his words as he looked at Elena. Elena narrowed her eyes, shaking her head dumbfoundedly. “No, I don’t believe in anything like that.” The loss of her parents had sh

In November, the Sterling Medical board of directors issued a final ultimatum: if world-class medical talent were not secured by year's end to restore the brand, they would initiate bankruptcy and liquidation. There was one hope. Dr. S. The most celebrated surgeon in international medicine over the past three years. No one had seen a clear photograph of her face — every published image showed only a profile: surgical cap pulled low, mask covering the lower half of her face, the visible eyes calm and ageless. Her surgical record was public knowledge: a 97 percent survival rate for skull-base tumor resections, a 100 percent success rate for brachial plexus reconstructions, and three separation

His eyes dropped to my chest for a second, then back to my face. The tension in the room grew thick. I could feel my body responding to him even through the pain — a warm pull low in my belly. This was crazy. I barely knew the man, and here I was, lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg, getting turned on by my doctor. “Dr. Black—” “Ethan,” he corrected. “When we’re alone like this, call me Ethan.” My heart raced. “Ethan… this is probably normal for you. Saving people. Having them look at you like you’re some kind of hero.”