They Call Me Doctor Love Novels & Stories

He turned to glance at the pale woman on the bed and asked in a quivering voice, "The child is gone? But why?" The doctor continued. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she was determined. The harsh life on the frontline has drained her. She can't bear a child anymore. George, the two of you should really talk things out to avoid misunderstanding. You have no idea about the despair on her face yesterday. It pained us to see her like that." The doctor left after that, leaving George deep in his thoughts. 'Our child is gone. Ivy aborted it.' His hands started to shake violently. He couldn't help but recall her pale face and painful expression when she fell down the stairs earlier.

That same smile had not left her face. “Doctor Nekoba. You made me seem like a sad boy.” Claude commented from the bed. “Claude, I told you to call me Doctor Sadame. I want to be closer to my patients.” The doctor protested. Claude disagreed though. “Nu-uh. Doctor Nekoba. We are not close at all. I only met you a few times and you are only my doctor.” The doctor pulled her right hand over her chest and feigned hurt. “Ah… And here I thought after these few days, we can be closer than ever.”

I didn't go inside and stood my hand in my pockets, looking at her "Where is my baby?' she clasped the doctor's hand, veins clearly seen protruding on her neck. She winced in pain, trying to remove the piles from her body. I unconsciously clenched my fist "Come down, Miss Jane. You are safe" That's the only thing he said to her "My baby. I want to see my baby." She insisted "I am sorry, but we could not save the child." The doctor could only break the news to her. "Noooo. It's a dream. I am only dreaming". She held the doctor even tighter, agitated. "No. He is dead," he said firmly. I really admired these doctors. They don't care if you are in pain and tell you the truth to your face.

I wasn’t sure if he would believe but there was no reason for me lie. “Harriet, I am afraid that I can’t hide something like this from Charles. If he found I knew, I would lose everything. You must tell him or I will.” He said, giving me a stern look, then he walked out of the room. Nathan never came back. So I was finally left in peace. How the hell could he stand there and just let her keep kicking me? Closing my eyes to rest, the room suddenly became cold, like someone had sucked the life out of it. Pretending I was still asleep, I lay there in silence. Someone else entered the room. “Doctor, what is wrong with her?” He asked. His voice was flat and cold. He didn’t care about me at all, s

Every bit of your effort is in vain. But on the contrary, you think it's your fault, that you didn't try hard enough. For two years, I've been convinced that Jacob loves me. It's just that he can't communicate. It wasn't until I saw "Love of My Life" that I realized how ridiculous I had been for two years. It's not that he can't love, it's just that he doesn't want to love me. I mentioned the breakup with Jacob. He opened his mouth and ultimately did not say a single word.

"I understand how you might be feeling right now, Adrian, but you just need to cool down and relax. I can't just keep quiet for ever. I can't let you raise a bastard or train a child who doesn't belong to you because my conscience won't let me rest. I screamed at the doctor indignantly, "What the fuck are you talking about doctor, this can't be happening, Edna can never do this to me, she loves me, and I know Jason is definitely mine, and I won't sit and listen to your nonsense, " after spilling words put against the doctor I immediately stood up and headed for the door to leave when he stopped me again.

the doctor said, “thank you so much,” Celine said, and she stood up, when she was trying to open the door, the doctor called her back, and says, “Miss, what Is your name?“ “Celine Adams, “Can I have your phone numbers?“ the doctor inquired,

I’m at a loss for what to say to him. After another hour, the emergency room door finally opens. The doctor emerges. I go up to him. “Doctor, is he alright?” “Yes. He only has a minor fracture and bruises on his left arm. Overall, he’s fine. The car may have stopped at the exact moment he was crossing, so the damage is minimal. He just needs to rest.” Relief washes over me. “Thank God.” “Are you related to the patient, miss?” “No, I’m his... ex-girlfriend. I’ll contact his family.”