The Sacred Doctor Novels & Stories

Not to mention the shock that hit him, another doctor seemed to come out of the emergency room and immediately approached and greeted him. "Are you Mrs Sophia's husband?" asked the doctor. Still in a state of shock, Tristan tried to nod. Justify the questions put to him. "That's right, I am her husband." "Then introduce me, I'm Doctor Hansel Cristian. I'm an Obyginist or obstetrician who has been treating and supervising your wife. Can I have a minute for the two of us to talk in my room?" Without saying much, Tristan complied when he was led to move to the room of the doctor who had invited him earlier. Once inside, he was immediately asked to sit down, then asked to listen to all the expla

She said while she opened the door and waited for Ann to take the lead outside. "Do I really have to do this?". Ann asked, almost sounding annoyed and Silver nodded her head in response. She strode out of the room while Silver followed her from behind. She heaved a sigh before she spoke,"Marcus meet Silver my best friend and Silver this is the sex doctor I told you about". She introduced. "Hi doctor". She said as she took his hand in a firm clasp. "Nice to meet you, Ann has told me alot about you". Silver said, her eyes never averting from his gaze.

HUNTER’s POV “Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment Doctor Olcan steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. Doctor Olcan is our pack doctor, he looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head. I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?

Crazy! Because of the legend of Nike Ardilla, until now there is still a practice of pilgrimage to the grave of the deceased by his fans. In fact, the Dean of the Faculty of Asian Studies at the Australian National University, George Quinn, equates the level of a pilgrimage to the tomb of Nike Ardilla with a pilgrimage to the tomb of Wali Songo! As an academic, George has an argument for his claim. George has authentic evidence of the existence of sacred places, specifically to honor the diva.

he asked in a gentle voice “No, I’m fine now, thank you,” she tried to sit up but his hand shot out to push her back “I’m here Lucien,” Siddharth’s voice sounded more like a growl than a warning “Pour L’amour De Dieu Sid mon ami,* I am a doctor ,” Lucien rolled his eyes dramatically (For God’s sake Sid, my friend)* “I have to touch my patients all the time,”

Doctor Wildan, a doctor who works at the regional public hospital, knew Sazkia at the town square when they attended the independence day ceremony, smiled as he stroked Sazkia's head. Qomar was taken aback. His chest rippled at the doctor's sweet treatment to her lover. "The ability to heal still belongs to God, Doctor. I'm just an intermediary. " "Okay. I salute you. " “Saz. Can I have a massage too? " a middle-aged woman who was lying on her bed also asked Sazkia for a massage. Sazkia approached carrying cooking oil on a small plate nearby "I hope mother can get well, but let's pray and ask Allah to be healed soon."

Eventually, driven by maternal desperation, she agreed and fervently implored Alexander to administer the medicine. Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted from the hospital entrance, accompanied by the imposing figure of the dean and his retinue of medical staff. "Doctor Scamander, he's a friend of Doctor Abbott. We can trust him," the young doctor interjected, attempting to reassure the dean. Unconvinced, Doctor Scamander admonished the young doctor, dismissing Wyverna's traditional medical practices as outdated. Alexander retorted sharply, criticizing the dean's narrow-mindedness and lack of respect for traditional healing methods.

She takes a small package from her bag and hands it to the doctor. - You didn't need to bother with these things. – he says, accepting the gift. He opens it and is amazed. It was a silver chain with a St. Luke's medal on it. - I'm not very religious, but my parents were Catholic. They told me that Saint Luke was the patron saint of doctors. Regardless of your religion, I hope this medal protects you. There are many Saphiras in the world who need someone like you. The amount we pay, whether much or little, will never pay for the joy of feeling good in our own bodies. Thanks to hands like yours, the Saphiras of the world can finally be happy.

The doctor preferred to let others fight for him while he remained safe behind the boundary walls. "You will take this secret to your grave," he growled. The doctor trembled as his Alpha tone ripped through him. "Yes, Alpha," he squeaked. A coward. Richards was a coward. But he was precisely what he needed. Layla's secret would not cross the doctor's lips again, even after he was dead. "Any human illnesses?" He stepped away from the doctor to allow him to speak. "None, Alpha." "Good. Destroy all her results. I'll bring her to you when she's pregnant," he said as he went to open the door.

The doctor continued, addressing the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. "I suppose you have a purpose for being here. Are you planning to report me or revoke my medical license? Is that why you've waltzed into my sanctuary?" The doctor's words dripped with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Richard, grappling with the shock of his capture, had inadvertently stumbled upon the dark secrets hidden behind the façade of a respected medical professional. The doctor's atrocities unfolded before him – a macabre symphony of patient murders at the behest of guarantors, unauthorized abortions carried out callously.