Dr Don Romane & Geschichten

Antonio, who was quietly listening tapped Albert's shoulder before he also went inside. After about ten minutes of eerie silence, Edward snapped the awkward surrounding. "Who's that doctor?" he asked Andrea who was still gawking and at the same time glancing at Dr. Turman. "I seemed to see his face somewhere. I just can't remember!" Andrea's eyes squinted. "He is Dr. Sean Arnold. A renowned Cardiologist and General Internist!" Dr. Turman softly uttered before he went to the ICU. No matter what, Samantha was still under his care. His reports needed explanation for Sean's updates.

"That's correct. And this is my son, Matt. Now, how is my good friend doing?" The doctor pressed his lips together for a brief moment and heaved out a deep sigh. The doctor glanced over his shoulders. "What about him? " He cocked his head towards Drake standing with his hands jammed into his pocket. "It's alright Doctor. He is an employee of the Jordans. " Matt said, waving his hands flippantly in Drake's direction. Drake offered him a tight-lipped smile. Thankfully, he was not suspected of anything. Now, he would be able to hear what the doctor has to say.

Even though the red haired man was addressing Master Vernon, he had his gaze fixed on him, which Damien thought was odd. "I am Dr. Adrian Scholes," he said, turning his attention towards the old man as he gave a slight bow in greetiing, "A pediatric geneticist and hematologist. I was recently to invited Oakcrest City Hospital as a consulting specialist for complex cases, and im intensely honoree to be able to meet you in person, Master." Master Vernon was nodding politely as Adrian finished his speech. There was a hint of fascination in the old man's eyes as he stretched out his hand to Adrian for a handshake, "A geneticist and hematology, hmm. Quite the fear for someone so young as yourself

Just a heavy steel door and a buzzer. "Dr. Aris," Drakon says, killing the engine. "He used to patch us up before he lost his license. He owes me." We go inside. The clinic is surprisingly clean, smelling of antiseptic and lemon. Dr. Aris is a small, nervous man with shaking hands. He doesn't ask questions. He just leads us to an exam room. "Ultrasound?" he asks, looking at Drakon. "Yes," Drakon says. He stands in the corner, arms crossed, staring at the wall. He won't look at me.

It silenced teacher Mary, and she gave him a condescending look. “You’re right there, um... What was your name again?” Dr. Niel asked. “Lorena,” the doctor replied. He let out a charming chuckle and clarified, “Actually, I’d rather appreciate it if you’d just call me Shawn. It’s my given name.” “Wait. Are you the well-known Dr. Shawn Lorena? A successful entrepreneur slash doctor in Rodrigo Sotto ‘ospital?” “Now, that’s something I’d rather not be called, especially in front of everyone. Just call me Shawn, please.”

“No, I am pretty sure the results are correct… We take special care of our samples, so no mixup can happen.” When Elijah eyed him, Ryan was a bit confused about who J was and who C and A were, but yet he held back his tongue, knowing Elijah didn't say much to him when they met up this morning. “Is something wrong, Mr. Darius?” Dr. Dolan questioned after noticing the way Elijah was looking at the paper. “No,” Elijah mumbled, shaking his head slightly as he pushed the papers back into the folder. “I just wasn't expecting this... But thank you.”

I still can’t remember my name or anything from my past life. Kael’s POV A call came just as I was about to leave my office. The screen flashing an unknown number and the persistent ringing made me pick, “Hello?” There was a brief silence before a deep voice, professional, spoke. “Good evening. Am I speaking with…” he paused, as if checking notes, then continued, “Mr. Kael Donavan?” “Who’s asking?” “I’m Dr. Calloway from St. Jude’s Medical Center. Your driver just regained consciousness and gave me your number. He was involved in a serious accident.”

He had a crewcut, and his hair was peppered with gray. As the middle-aged man walked closer, almost all the reporters turned to him. Even ordinary Dramonian citizens knew who he was, as did the reporters of the international media outlets. The man was Teagan Druckson, who had insisted that Dramon was the source of the pandemic that had taken place three years earlier! When he squeezed out of the crowd and saw that Marx and the reporter were sprawled on the ground in puddles of blood, the muscles on his dark face twitched involuntarily.

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

Except one. Dawn.