Dr Don の小説・ストーリー

He had a very angry and gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Donald! The genius doctor, Dr. Simmons, is an expert doctor who is very well-known in Aurous Hill. He has treated and saved the lives of countless people! Moreover, he’s also one of my very close friends! Why did you smash his clinic?” Donald was very shocked when he heard Charlie and Lord Moore’s words. Unexpectedly, Anthony and Charlie actually shared a strong friendship!

she began, "I hate to interrupt, but Dr. Elliott Sanderson from the Center for Disease Control is here to see you. He said that you were expecting him." Before Dr. Arnold could reply, Elliott pushed his way past the slight nurse and flashed credentials in Dr. Arnold's general direction. "Dr. Arnold," he said, thrusting his hand forward and vigorously shaking the hand of the confused medical director. "It's nice to see you again. How have you been since I saw you early this morning?"

she continued, already dialing a number, “I’m calling my doctor—Dr. Drake Ramoray.” The name alone sent a ripple of shock through me. Dr. Drake Ramoray wasn’t just any doctor—he was the doctor. The richest, most exclusive physician in the entire United States. He only treated millionaires and billionaires, his services coming with a price tag so high that even the wealthiest had to think twice before calling him. He was known for his groundbreaking treatments, cutting-edge medical techniques, and a reputation so elite that getting an appointment with him was nearly impossible unless you were someone who had a private jet parked in their backyard.

She did not say anything as well. Looking at the two of them, Joseph started to feel agitated. “This is not an incurable disease. What are you crying for?” Madam Dunn lifted her head. Even though her once lively and bright eyes looked old now, they were still attractive. However, her usually flirtatious eyes were now glaring at her respectable husband. That doctor knew about the Dunns. He specialized in leukemia. He had treated many rich and famous people and his friends who were in the media. After knowing about the Dunns, he hesitated before asking whether there were any other siblings.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

He went straight to the sofa and set the box down on the coffee table. "What's that for, Doc?" The female doctor asked, I turned to her and read her name plate. Iranlen L. Espinosa, MD Certified Orthopedic Surgeon Total joint replacement specialist Loren did not answer her. To my surprise, I turned to him, his forehead already furrowed at me. "Sit here," he gestured to the chair next to him. I was shocked and none of my own walked closer. He just stared at me as I approached, nor did he avert his gaze as I didn’t know where to turn his eye.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

"As in... the Mr. Drew? The civil engineer?" Mr. Drew chuckled humbly. "Guilty as charged." My mouth went dry. I'd read about him in the papers. He was legendary in his field; always booked out, always in high demand, and yet… here he was, working with Dante. Before I could fully recover, Dante looked back at Mr. Drew and gave him a small nod. "Light it up." Mr. Drew clapped his hands twice, sending a signal toward the building. A second passed.

After I finished the third patient their doctor finally arrived. "This is insane, boss. I don't even know where to begin." The doctor said, placing his bag down. "There's at least twenty men upstairs all bleeding." "We got four more critical ones here then we can assess upstairs." I said cursing under my breath. "Who are you?" "A prisoner with very little medical experience. Everyone calls me Sol. We lost one man already." I sadly pointed to Luis. The doctor lifted his shirt then pulled it back down. "Those wounds were too extensive to save him. My name is Wilson. Want to get me up to speed?"