Unscramble Doctor Novels & Stories

' The doctor was nervous already. 'Her head has a cut and ..' 'AND WHAT??' 'She is in trauma , as she was harassed and .. ' The doctor again stammered thinking what would be the reaction ofthe raging beast standing in front of him. 'AND what? Stop answering in installment.' He yelled. 'And her left shoulder has a scar.' The doctor said in one go. 'Get out.' 'Huh Sir ? What d.do yo..' He was stunned that someone is ordering him to go out of his own chamber.

"Scram." Jason only spoke one word after seeing the man. 'What did you say? Did you ask me to scram?' The man asked in disbelief. "Didn’t hear what I said? Scram." Jason spoke coldly. "You are just a mere doctor, don't think you can be unscrupulous after having some achievements. You should know that there are some people that you can never offend in this world. If you don't go, I will close the medical center down today." The young man grinned at Jason.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

"Dr. Frank, I have a medical case that I don't quite understand. Could you explain it to me?" ---

“Mr. Richmond he greeted Alexander his voice carefully neutral. Alexander nodded. “Is everything ready? ” The doctor hesitated. Indeed it is, yet I must emphasize the inherent dangers involved. The revelation to others would cause—” The interruption from Alexander came with polished abruptness. The doctor released a sudden breath which displayed his obvious discomfort. If the act of falsifying medical records becomes public knowledge my professional license faces immediate jeopardy. "Your status will stay secure if you perform your duties," Alexander stated with a sharp undertone in his voice. The doctor lingered in indecision before finally signaling us to proceed behind him.

he hissed, yanking his arm back. I ignored his outrage, my pulse racing. “What’s wrong with Scarlet?” I demanded. “Tell me.” The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “That’s confidential.” He denied to tell me, gosh why its hard to work against her. I rolled my eyes, as if I would easily listen him and give up. “Cut the crap. You were about to say something important. Just tell me.” He hesitated, but I could see it—his reluctance, his nervousness.

"Hey, cut me some slack. She's new here, I just didn't want anything bad happening on my watch." I chuckled weakly, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest. "You guys are too much. Seriously, though, what did the doctors say? Am I good to go, or...?" Before they could answer, the door swung open, and a doctor walked in, middle-aged guy with a clipboard, white coat, the whole deal. He smiled at me, checking the monitors. "Miss Travison, good to see you awake. I'm Dr. Harlan. How are you feeling?"

I don’t remember the doctor telling me. “What the…”