The Magical Doctor

The Magical Doctor
Riley's Point of View:

A few days ago, my doctor, Gabrielle, informed me that she wouldn't be available to attend to me for a while and that my case had been transferred to her colleague. This new development didn't sit well with me. I wanted my case to be a secret, and I knew I couldn't trust another doctor.

At first, I thought of changing hospitals. My current hospital was popular, so I considered a more private and secluded hospital. Unfortunately, the doctors of the other hospitals didn't have much experience, and they weren't well equipped. Gabrielle also warned me that I would need to collect a transfer receipt, and that might take a while. All this discouraged me, and I reluctantly accepted my cross.

My new doctor, Ellen, was a good friend of Gabrielle, and she assured me that my secrets were safe with her.

I didn't even want to visit any hospital, I had just two months to live, I wanted to do fun things, instead of receiving constant chemotherapy, but Ellen convinced me that there was hope for me. According to her, there was a doctor who might be able to help. All that was left for me to do was to come for my appointment and follow her instructions.

The minute my Uber driver stopped in front of Metrology Hospital, I felt a nudge in my tummy. It was like my conscience was warning me that something bad was about to happen, but I chose to ignore her.

“Miss Riley, I am Doctor Ellen. It's a pleasure to finally meet you,” a middle-aged woman greeted me with a bright smile on her face.

I returned the smile, and we shook hands. “The pleasure is all mine, doctor,” I replied, and together, we made our way into the hospital.

I had earlier informed Alex that I would be meeting him in an hour, so I instructed the Uber driver to come pick me up later in the day.

“I was surprised when Doctor Gabrielle informed me that you wanted to keep your medical report a secret and to be sincere, I think I understand you. I have met with a lot of patients who think just like you. They didn't want to get their family worried, so they chose to keep it a secret. But at the end of the day, most of them end up dying without the knowledge of their family. And the few who live are full of regret,” Doctor Ellen informed me with a soft voice. “I am not telling you this because I want to scare you, I'm just trying to motivate you to find the courage to conquer your fear.”

I didn't reply to her, I simply kept quiet, listening to the sound of my shoe on the marble floor. If only she knew that my family doesn't care about me, maybe, just maybe she would finally let me breathe.

We arrived at her office, and she gestured for me to take a seat. I did, trying to appear calmer than I felt.

"So, Miss Riley," Doctor Ellen began, flipping through my file. "I've reviewed your case, and I must say, it's quite... complicated."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Complicated?" I repeated.

Doctor Ellen nodded. "Yes. Your cancer is quite aggressive, but I think I can help you. Like I said earlier, there's a doctor, a specialist in oncology, who might be able to help you. He's developed a new treatment that's shown promising results."

I felt a spark of hope ignite within me. Could it be true? Could there be a way to save me?

"What's the catch? Do I need to donate money or something?" I asked, trying to temper my enthusiasm.

Doctor Ellen smiled. "Well, there is one thing. The treatment is still experimental, and it's not guaranteed to work. But I think it's worth a try, don't you?"

I hesitated, weighing my options. But what did I have to lose? I was already dying.

"Okay," I said finally, taking a deep breath. "Let's do it."

Doctor Ellen smiled, nodding. "I'll set up an appointment with the specialist. In the meantime, I want you to start taking these medications." She handed me a prescription. "And I want you to come back and see me in a week."

I took the prescription from her, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was going to fight this, no matter what it took. I might have already lost hope, but I wasn't going to throw away the only chance I had at surviving.

I stood up to leave, but suddenly I remembered the need to constantly wear a wig. “By the way, doctor, what can I do to increase my hair growth?” I asked, and Ellen smiled.

She also stood up, looking at my wig. “I doubt anyone will notice you're wearing a wig, but if you insist, follow me, let's go to the oncology department, there is a lady there with a condition similar to yours, she will surely tell you her secret,” Ellen replied, and I sighed in relief.

I put my prescription into my bag, and together, we left for the oncology department.

The path we passed was crowded, and I had to cover my face to make sure no one saw me. Doctor Ellen was helpful, and she kept looking around, to be sure that no one suspected anything of us.

“Argh! There is always a new doctor coming in through the back door!” Ellen hissed, as she looked at a certain man, but I paid no attention to her and quickly entered the oncology department.



Thirty minutes later:

As I left the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't going to die after all. Maybe I would be able to see the aftermath of my revenge, and maybe I would also be able to enter a contract marriage with Alex.

“Alexander,” I murmured thoughtfully, pulled out my phone, and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring.

"Hey, I'm running a bit late," I said, trying to sound casual. "But I'll be there soon."

"Okay, no problem," Alex replied. "I'll see you soon."