Unscramble Patient Novels & Stories

she asked. Francis looked surprised before responding, "Patient 888, Charlie Jr. White." Stella's face paled, and she clenched her fists tightly. Anxiously, she asked, "Doctor Francis, can you tell me the name of patient 888?" Dr. Francis was perplexed when Stella seemed unaware of the name of patient 888, Charlie Jr., who had specifically been placed under her care since her employment at the hospital. He couldn't help but wonder about her lack of knowledge.

"If you think they're all the same, then go buy it online yourself. I'm not treating you anymore. From now on, you're not welcome at my clinic. Don't come back." I reached out to take the medication back. However, she clutched it tightly in her hands, looking righteous and indignant. "What's wrong? Feeling guilty and trying to destroy the evidence? Well, I'm not giving it back! I'm keeping it as proof!" I was so angry at how shameless she was that my fists clenched involuntarily. Just then, a patient behind her leaned forward and whispered, "Dr. Miller, it's almost my turn. My head's still killing me."

she said. “Yeah.” “And you regret it.” “Yeah.” She held out the drive. “This’ll hurt more.” He stared. “What is it?” “Proof.” Jack took it warily. Plugged it into his laptop. Photos. Dozens. Autopsy tables. Flayed tissue. Syringe diagrams labeled with her handwriting. “Stop,” he muttered, scrolling faster. “Jesus—stop—” She leaned over his shoulder. “Patient Forty-Two doesn’t exist. That number was assigned to me after I stopped following orders.”

“Name?” “Q.” “P-pardon?” That was not the answer the doctor was expecting. He was inspecting the patient's pupils for any abnormality. That response caught him off guard. “Q. My name is Q,” he reiterated. There was nothing on him that held any identification. He didn't even have a wallet or anything of the sort. That in itself was peculiar. The other civilians were done being treated. They sent those well enough to the agency that will assist them in getting back home. It was a normal procedure. This patient was the most gravely injured. And yet...

’ He assured her and then only she opened it only to get shock. Patient’s Name – Mr. Siddharth Singh Khurana Doctor’s Name - Dr. Anita Sehgal Disease – PSTD That’s it. The file slipped from her hand. Once again her world stopped, ground slipped under her feet. She gasped looking at Siddharth.

They looked straight through me like I was another piece of equipment. “Summers?” His voice was gravel dragged over ice. “That’s me.” I flashed my brightest smile—the one my last team swore could defrost a Zamboni. “Ivy Summers, new lead PT. Nice to finally meet the guy who’s been stonewalling the entire medical staff for three weeks.” He didn’t smile back. Just dropped onto the treatment table with a grunt that sounded like it cost him. The crutches clattered to the floor. Up close, the knee brace was bulky, angry purple bruising still blooming around the edges of the tape.

See you next Tuesday. One of the students raised her hand- Dr.Abello, what is the patient's name? Abello stared at her under the glasses and meditated - she is patient 13 from the San José ward - that's all I can tell her. See you next Tuesday, and he left the place. HOSPITAL OF RETURN TO.

I snap out as I take my bag and leave while he freezes in his spot. *** Heading back to the hospital, I get to work seeing my patients in my clinic. I am writing up a quick summary of the last patient when I call for the next patient to come in. A soft knock is heard on the door and I tell the patient to enter. Looking up, the patient comes in wearing a purple scarf that covers the lower part of the face and sunglasses. I raise an eyebrow as the person edges closer. Ok this is strange. Why all the secrecy?

"Your UI designs. Show them to Dr. Mitchell." She connected her tablet to the screen with shaking hands. The mockups appeared on the wall behind her. "This is the patient portal," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Users can access their medical records, schedule appointments, message their providers—" "The color scheme is excellent," George interrupted. Everyone turned to look at him. "Blue is calming. Non-threatening. Good choice for a medical application." Kristine's jaw clenched. "Thank you." "But the terminology here is wrong." He pointed to the screen. "You have 'Visit Summary' but it should be 'Clinical Encounter.' And this button says 'Talk to Doctor' when the correct term