The Sacred Doctor Novels & Stories

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."

Opula who was so much disappointed now asked, “Then how did she get to know about it? Is she some spirit or what? Oh my God! We just lost this.” Kate asked the doctor, “But, doctor, can’t we do something else? Is there no other thing we could do and do away with Brian? Perhaps you could terminate him with some sort of injection. Just declare him dead.” The doctor scolded, “Hey, I beg your pardon, do you know right now I stand to lose my profession and risk my profession because of this. For your information, I am not going to lay my finger on Brian. Right now he is a sacred calf. I will administer his medication and oxygen until he wakes up or not. I am no longer interested in this evil busi

Draven’s POV I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man in this goddess-forsaken town. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate, as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of waiting for and wanting what is mine and the power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it every month if that's what it takes.

I stared at Lilian one more time before putting the car in reverse and speeding out of the manor. "Dr. Taylor..." I nodded at the elderly doctor whose office was crowded by us. "We need your help." I carried Lilian forward and placed her on the table. Dr. Taylor's expression was passive as she gave Lilian a once-over before standing up from her seat. Dr. Taylor was a supernatural doctor that worked in the human world. I had saved her life quite a few times and she swore her undying loyalty to me. I knew I could trust her with Lilian's life... more than I could even trust myself.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

When the witch doctor was given feet away from him, he scanned the area and asked the doctor. "Are you sure you can do it?" He asked, which made the doctor smirk. "Mr. Vermont. Since Mr. Alejandro is willing to sacrifice. I will bet myself for this." Mr. Zahard replied and the old Vermont tapped his shoulder. They walked in the common direction and left the sacred ground immediately.

"No. It's not a problem. You're my patient. That's all that matters. But Mia, I need you to understand something. What we discuss in these sessions is completely confidential. I won't discuss your treatment with Sophie or anyone else without your explicit permission." "Okay. Good." "And," he paused, "I should probably mention this upfront. Sophie and I have a complicated history. Our marriage ended amicably, but there were reasons we didn't work. If at any point you feel uncomfortable with me as your doctor because of your friendship with her, please tell me. I can refer you to someone else." "No," I said quickly. "No, I want to stay with you. I mean, as my doctor. I feel comfortable with yo

He nodded as she said something close to his ear, and then carefully stopped her pawing at him as he took a step forward. Just as he did, the elder council members moved in on him, clamoring over one another to be heard. “Dominic.” Mira’s voice was clear but concerned. I realized I still had my arm around her, and moved so that she was beside me. I kept hold of her hand. “I have you,” I told her. My father emerged from the swarm of elders, his face showing his frustration. “Dominic,” he said slowly, “this is a serious accusation against the doctor.”

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

Her task was to absorb as much as possible, think about future ways to help, and above all, keep the faith. Gabriel had gone in calmly, trusting in his mother’s warmth and in Sofía’s presence, who had offered him an encouraging smile. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel it. And when time itself seemed to stand still during those intense hours of surgery, the operating room door finally opened. Dr. Hall came out first, his face lit up by a smile rarely seen after such delicate procedures. At his side, Dr. Federico Klein, Sofía’s colleague and friend, nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with emotion.