Novel & Cerita Unscramble Doctor

I secretly throw the medicine in the trash bin while she was not looking at me. “W-Who’s your doctor here?” I asked, still trying to act. Damn! I need this information. “The doctor here is Doc. Raymond Madrigal. He’s a specialist,” the nurse said. Raymond Madrigal, huh? It does not a ring a bell. I haven’t heard that name with the wolves around me. “Looks like he’s good huh?” I said while staring at the window.

the nurse retorted, “Are you sure?“the doctor asked, “yes, am sure” the nurse retorted, “What of the other patients?“the doctor asked, “Still the same but one as woke up,” the nurse says, and the doctor stood up and she came out of her office and walked down to the intensive unit where she met Zack the doctor says, “are you alright?“ the doctor asked, “I don't know but I need drinking water,” Zack says, “can I get a bottle of water?“ Zack asked,

After his examination, the doctor turns to the expectantly family. "Yes?" Alpha Conor prompted impatiently. "She is fine," the doctor answers in a calm voice. Alpha Conor looks at him as if he is wondering where the doctor got his medical degree. "If she is fine, why the fuck is she still unconscious!" the Alpha roars. The doctor looks at him witha regretable expression. "That I cannot answer you," Alpha, he mumbles.

Luxian struggled, whimpering, before the sedative pulled him back into unconsciousness. I stood there, shaking with fury, my eyes locked on the trembling doctor. My hands twitched, ready to crush his neck, when Cris, Ashiel, Derick, and Ken rushed inside. “You’re lucky they came in,” I snarled, stepping back just enough. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a doctor. Where the fuck did you even get your certificate? You’re not a healer—you’re a scared little rat.” I shoved his head roughly, and he stumbled.

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?

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

A message by the doctor. She was having convulsions

I say to Jason. "Yeah, that's why I was in a rush. But it's cool. My friend Doc will help us get a table," he shrugs. "Doc?" I repeat the name. "Yeah it's short for the witch doctor," he says and I look at him in confusion. "Witchdoctor?" I question if I heard him right. "What kind of a name is witchdoctor."

But unlike my expectations, the reason did not put an end to his curiosity. "You...you wanted to make a medicine out of it?" A man around his forties having more strands of grey than black finally steps out of the shadows. Are you cosplaying? I wanted to ask while taking in his attire of ancient armour over red robes, a deadly sword hanging on his belt of leather. "Sort of." Chaos soon broke with multiple people hidden away from my sight starting to speak, the echoes too hard to discern. I shrank back to the wall when it grew louder and the loudest of the group finally letting me hear a clear statement. "She's a doctor!"

After, wrapped in robes, we drank the rest of the champagne on the balcony, his come still dripping down my thighs, my neck covered in marks he’d have to hide tomorrow at family brunch. His phone buzzed on the table. Unknown number. A video file. He opened it. Forty-three seconds of grainy night-vision footage: Exam Room Three. Me in the stirrups. His white coat on the floor. My voice clear as day: “Uncle Adrian, please—” The text beneath it read: Enjoy the honeymoon suite, Doctor. Delete the original like a good boy, or this goes to your sister tomorrow morning. He showed me the screen. I went cold.