Good Morning Doctor Novels & Stories

Why would someone go out of their way to help her? She bites on her lips, trying to make the possibility out of everything, but it doesn’t seem to make not at all. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and a doctor stepped in. His white coat was pristine, his expression calm and professional. He carried a clipboard and approached her bed with quiet confidence. “Good morning,” he greeted, his voice steady. “I’m Dr. Harris. How are you feeling?” The doctor introduce. Emma hesitated before answering. “I… I don’t know. My head hurts, and I feel… tired,” she explained touching her forehead as she explained.

I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and illuminating the room. I stretched and yawned, realizing that Doctor John was not beside me. I got out of bed and made my way to the sitting room, where I found him busy in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. "Good morning," he said, smiling at me as he expertly flipped an omelette. "Come eat breakfast, and then we'll get you dressed and ready for our trip to the hospital."

Doctor Smith and Allorah were discussing on a corner of the room. “What time is it?” I asked. Allorah and the doctor looked my way. “Morning, it’s eight in the morning. It’s early,” Allorah said as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I see. Is something the matter?” I asked curiously. “No. Doctor Smith, will he be having his medicine?” Allorah scolded. “Yes, the nurse would be here in a while,” Doctor Smith said and excused himself. Once the door close Allorah sighed and massage her temple.

The following morning, the doctor dropped the drugs to Zack's mum and warned her to be very careful about the drugs because they will arouse his body systems, and the doctor left, Zack's mum called him, "hello mum" Zack responded, "good morning my son," his mum says, "how were your night and your health conditions?" his mum asked, "My night was nice and I slept well" Zack replied, "Are you going to see the doctor today?" his mum asked,

My left upper thigh and waist are so sore, I am sure it is going to show a bruise when I look. Gran asks if I need help but I assure her I’m fine. I feel like crap but at least today I have control of my body and mind. Yesterday was a terrible feeling. I go to the toilet and then brush my teeth and wash my face. I can’t believe I slept an entire day. I am still trying to swallow down some strawberry yoghurt when the doctor arrives. I smile at him and try to slowly get up to greet him. “No sit. You must be Hayley. I'm Dr Guzman.”

He was a little hesitant and shyer that I saw Ariana biting her bottom lip and giggling as she let go of me and got up from the bed "Ms. Crawley...good morning," the doctor said calmly. He didn't look at me but tried by all means to ignore me. But what surprised me greatly was how sweetly he greeted me or was he pretending in front of his family "Morning" I muttered after some time not sure if it was right

The doctor's expression darkened, and he said icily, "Excuse me, please be more careful with what you say. Upon my honor as the royal doctor of Ytalia, I guarantee that these reports are authentic and valid. I also want you to apologize to me at once!" Avery realized that he had been too impulsive in criticizing Ytalia's royal doctor.

I nod at the man then shut my eyes to ease the headache. After few moments, I hear the door open and a man in a white coat walks in. That must be the doctor. “Hello, honey. I’m Dr. Morris, but you can call me Leon. How are you feeling?” He asks with a warm smile, checking the clipboard attached to the bed. “Groggy, dizzy… Disor-” I frown when I can’t say the word. “Disoriented?” “Yeah.” “That’s normal. You were sleeping for 3 months.”

“How was your night?” “Not bad,” he replied with a casual shrug that quickly turned into a wince as he shifted his weight. I shot up, instantly alert. “Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse?” Brandon chuckled softly. “Calm down, Em. It’s nothing serious.” Just then, the door opened, and the doctor walked in with the nurse trailing behind him. “Good morning, Ms. Carter,” he greeted with professional warmth. “Good morning, Doctor,” I replied, smoothing my hair as if it mattered.

I leaned back against the pillows, letting my body relax while the food settled in my stomach. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling as I breathed slowly. In. Out. In. Out. A knock came at the door. Before I could answer, it opened. Uncle J stepped inside first. Behind him stood the doctor. “Good morning,” the doctor greeted with a warm smile. “Good morning,” I replied quietly. Uncle J moved aside so the doctor could step further into the room. “How are you feeling today?” the doctor asked as he approached the bed. “Better,” I said honestly.