Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice was hoarse and cracking. “Claire, none of that matters anymore. Don’t you know how much I miss you? I’ve missed you so much it’s driving me insane.” As the doctor entered to tend to his injuries, my eyes fell on the tattoo on his chest. My face was etched into his skin. It was set apart from the other ink sprawling across his torso. Once upon a time, I had thought about tattooing Damian’s name on my body too. Like cigarettes, liquor, and money, there were some things one thought one would never let go of.

“Hmph. It’s your honor to have my son vomit all over you. How could you not be grateful? D*mn it! Tell me, where is the Triangle River Delta Medical Exchange?” The security guard whose jaw was broken couldn’t speak. Knowing that this group of people was not to be messed with, another security guard hurriedly pointed at the banner behind him. It was clearly written on the banner that the medical exchange was taking place on the eighteenth floor. “Tristan, don’t worry. I’ve already made a clear inquiry. The Witch Doctor Sect’s young master will be here. He acquired the Immortal Doctor’s legacy from the Witch Doctor Sect’s Nonagon Cave, and he’s the Immortal Doctor of this generation. He will s

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

I stepped closer. Ignoring the smell. Ignoring the damage. Ignoring the discomfort. My eyes focused on the doctor's right wrist. There. A mark. Small, but precise. It was carved into the skin. Not accidental. Not natural. Deliberate. I never knew Dr Patel to have tattoos. I frowned. The detective followed my gaze. "You see it?" "Yes." He sighed. "We've been trying to identify it." The symbol looked familiar. Not enough for certainty. But enough to trigger something deep in my memory.

Then his brows raised when his eyes caught the black tattoo of a scrolled dagger on Jared's shoulder. "An Army Ranger," the doctor said with a sigh, shaking his head. "No wonder." Jared narrowed his eyes. “Former.” The doctor nodded, as if that explained everything. “That makes sense. You boys are the worst patients in the world.” Jared frowned down at him. The doctor calmly stepped forward. “Sir, you’ve lost blood, and you are currently running on what appears to be pure stubbornness and spite. You need treatment.” “I said I’m fi—”

Inside was my medical license and a note. “A doctor must remain kind. Never forget your purpose.” I held the certificate tightly, feeling the texture of the paper under my fingertips. Maybe I would end up leaving this hospital someday, but I would never give up being a doctor. A doctor, whose job was to save lives and to protect more people, should never be consumed by hatred. In this life, I would carry my parents’ hopes with me and hold on to the reason I became a doctor in the first place. This time, I intend to live a good life.

He had multiple tattoos covering his right arm other than that, he looked like the other two guards I saw earlier, with similar clothes and hair cut. “He is our doctor, don’t worry” Liam assured me. Doctor? My eyes widened…I have never seen doctors with tattoos, this must be a first. “It’s hard to believe, I know, your highness” he said chuckling. My body froze, my flew eyes wide open at the word. It was way too much. I quickly recovered enough to speak. “Ana, please” I corrected uncomfortably. He simply smiled. He did the usual routine checks but by an unusual machine that looked closed to the pulse oximeter.

"Her vital signs are good, and her vision seems clear." Ava noticed a small tattoo peeking out from under the young doctor's sleeve. "Do doctors have tattoos?" she wondered to herself. "He must be one of those cool, rebellious types." The thought made her smile without realizing it. Suddenly, she noticed both doctors looking at her curiously. "Sorry, what?" Ava asked, feeling embarrassed. "Are you in any pain?" the young doctor asked, his voice deep and kind. "No," Ava said quickly. "Good," he replied. "Get some rest. We'll talk more when you wake up."

She wept gently, She has never seen him that rage filled since he's met him, The thoughts of the scars came back to her head, She felt several rough stitched scars in his body, They were not two or three, There several of it and they are numerous, The ones he hide with tattoos ? The one he hid with piercings ? It was just numerous witnessing that he must have had a very difficult lash. "Father really scarred him into an heartless beast !" Valerie hugged her laps as she cried silently, "My lady !" Vera came in his after with a doctor, "he is a private doctor who works full time in Lord Storm's Territory !" After he started different texts with some kits and taking her diagnosis, he said. "You

"I will tell you, but you have to keep me safe. If that man knows that I have betrayed him, he will definitely send someone to kill me." "As long as your information is valuable, I can grant you the request." Jared looked at him with serious eyes. The unlicensed doctor hesitated. "I didn't see his face clearly, but that man has a pentagram tattoo on his hand." "A pentagram?" Jared looked into his eyes, examining him to see if he was lying. "Any other features?"