Unscramble Doctor Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

Dr Franklin said before closing the door. Dr. Franklin adjusted his doctor jacket, tugging at the top as he swaggered down the hall and then entered the OR. The doctor walked into the scrub room and quickly scrubbed in. “Janice, I need the wake me up soundtrack!” the doctor said as he crossed the room. Janice shifted her weight nervously. “Um, our patient isn't unconscious. We're doing a c-section.” Janice said and the doctor cocked his head.

Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and striking blue-gray eyes that focused on me with an intensity that made my skin warm. He wore a white coat over expensive-looking clothes, and when he extended his hand, I noticed the watch on his wrist. Definitely not something most doctors could afford. "Ms. Hartley. I'm Dr. Vincent Kane. It's nice to meet you." I stood on shaky legs and shook his hand. His grip was firm, warm. "Please, have a seat. And call me Vincent if you're comfortable with that." He settled into the chair across from me, completely at ease. He picked up my intake forms.

Doctor Dolores took a step back, then shook her head. “Don’t do that. Becoming a doctor is my way of making money. I became a celebgram also because of my profession. What will happen if the medical association finds out what happened?” Doctor Dolores pleaded. “You think I care?” Nicko quipped. “Please, Young Master, don’t do this. I will stop bothering you! I will not insult your wife again,” the young doctor pleaded again.

the doctor packed his things and was about to leave. "Why?" Lakshmi's dad stopped him in his movements. "Sir, I have another patient to attend to plus I am no psychologist. I'll make sure you get referred to one of the best psychologists in the city. He is my friend" the doctor waved them bye as he left the room. Lakshmi, who was standing at one corner of the sitting room watching the doctor leave, suddenly ran towards her father. "SCOTT ISN'T MAD!!!!" Lakshmi screamed at her father not minding what the outcome could be.

He closed his eyes, and the air escaped him like a muffled sob. “Can I see her? Please,” he asked, and his voice came out so small, so shattered, it sounded like a lost child. The doctor studied him for a moment, then nodded. “One minute. Put on the gown and cap. Take it slow. You don’t look well, Dr. Medina.” They helped him into the green gown, cap, and mask. I saw his hands shaking as they dressed him, as if he were preparing to enter a private battle he could no longer escape. Before going in, he turned toward me.

He just finished his work before winding his stethoscope back around his neck. “You are healing nicely. Thankfully it was merely a flesh wound. I haven’t had the chance to run a CT for your head; however, you don’t seem to be having any repercussions from the previous injury. I believe you’ll make a full recovery.” “I am going to freak the fuck out on you if you don’t tell me if Scott is okay.” The doctor glanced around and then leaned closer to whisper. “Your young man is impatient to see you as well. He’s not been harmed. Your uncle—he is a dangerous man.”