splinter gets a doctor tmnt fanfiction

Su Yan transmigrates to the Douluo Continent and gains the cheat ability of a chat group, allowing him to continuously invite female characters from Douluo 1-5 to join. He starts with a critical hit reward—an advanced version of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Six Meridian Divine Sword, and Lingbo Steps. Bibi Dong: Shameless group owner, you've slandered Xiao Gang! Don't let me find you! Qian Renxue: The blind Douluo upstairs, you're unworthy of being a mother! Liu Erlong: Bibi Dong, you old woman, you deserve to be unwanted! Xiao Wu: Stop arguing! Stop arguing! I really met Tang San, I don't want to sacrifice myself! Someone save me! Ning Rongrong: Brother Su Yan, quickly tell me where there are immortal herbs! Zhu Zhuqing: Su Yan, I will repay your life-saving grace with my body. Dugu Yan:

MC follows the crew – Don’t like it? Don’t read. Vir transmigrated into the world of One Piece. Right from the start, he was being hunted down by a Devil Fruit users. Just an ordinary guy and a dying deer—how was he supposed to survive this? Ding! [Congratulations, host! You have activated the 'Traumatizing Miracle Doctor System'] [Saving people while causing them severe psychological trauma will grant you a random ability from them! ] "Bro, I’m being hunted here, stop messing around—give me something useful!" [Ding! Newbie gift pack reward: Antidote x1 ] [Antidote: Instantly neutralizes all food poisoning effects. ] Vir: Σ( ° △ °|||) Good news: He has a system. Bad news: The system is useless! --- Marineford War. Everyone’s eyes were wide in shock, their faces streaked with tears as they watched Ace get pierced through. Vir: "Wipe those tears! Hold them back! A little fatal injury—still treatable." Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates were wailing over Whitebeard’s tragic death. Vir spoke again: "Hold those tears back! Still treatable, still treatable!" And thus, Vir began his legendary journey of flexing. Aokiji: "I’m holding a severed leg, and this guy tells me ‘You are what you eat.’ Should I eat it?" Whitebeard: "That brat’s welding skills are top-notch. Don’t ask how I know!" Kizaru, who had been tasked with hunting Vir down, originally thought it would be an easy job. After all, he was just a doctor, right? Yet now, as he found himself struggling to breathe under the sheer pressure of Vir’s Conqueror's Haki, he had only one thought racing through his mind: "You’re telling me this guy is a doctor?" "Uncle, can you fix my facial paralysis too? Wanna give it a try?" --- TL Note: This is a translation. All the credit goes to the original creators. Regular schedule: 2 chapters a day If you're looking for a raw title or MTL, check out my review below.

NO AI!!! Danielle Fielding is given a toy Vortex Manipulator for Christmas, and her whole life is turned upside down as she is shot from one part of the Doctor's timeline to another, spanning three incarnations. Follow her adventures, her ups and downs as she lives out everyones dream. She gets to travel with the Doctor. 11/OC, slight 10/OC, vague 9/OC if you squint REALLY hard. Support me: https://ko-fi.com/neverluckysmile THIS IS NOT MY STORY!!! [If you want to read original story go to h ttp s://ww w.fan fict ion .net/s/94 43 32 7 / 1, I'm just uploading on here for comfort reasons lol]

[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position. When he became successful, she abandoned him. Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches. When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning. Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: "This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out." Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

After transmigrating into the Uma Musume world, instead of becoming a trainer, I somehow unlocked the [Horse Girl Treatment System] and ended up as a doctor?! To level up my medical skills and become a legendary healer, Lin Anran activated a system quest—only to find out he had to turn into a horse girl and win races?! And the characters he could transform into were… [Platinum · Centaurea] and [Margaret · Nearl]?! Wait—since when do Pegasus count as horse girls?! But the first leg of the Triple Crown, the Satsuki Sho, was already over—no chance at a perfect Classic Triple Crown now. All or nothing! After transforming into Platinum, he set his sights on the unprecedented [Irregular Triple Crown]! Then, switching to Near Light, he stormed the dirt tracks of the American Triple Crown, charging straight into the Dream Cup to face legends like Secretariat and Man o' War! Between all the winning, his medical career somehow took off too. "Hey… can you promise to treat only me, forever?" "I never enjoyed racing before… but for Dr. Lin…" Lin Anran: "Gahhh, stay away from me!!!" --+-- Raws in the Reviews.

A genius modern surgeon at the peak of his career is suddenly thrown into Joseon—with nothing but his medical skill and a mysterious house-call bag that never seems to run empty. In a world ruled by status, superstition, and crude medicine, Baek Kanghyeok begins saving lives through impossible surgeries, sharp wit, and sheer nerve. But the more miracles he performs, the deeper he is drawn into court politics, dangerous patients, and a past that refuses to let him go. For readers who love time-slip fantasy, brilliant protagonists, and high-stakes medical drama, this is a fast, addictive ride from the operating room to the Joseon court

One of the greatest modern world assassin dies and get a chance to get reincarnated in Tensura a world of sword, magic, power, where he will have an opportunity to live his life according to his belief but first he will need to control the world from the shadows like a true assassin... keep your ignorant comments to yourself, if you don't like the book, just drop it and move on. All pictures and characters do not belong to me, credit goes to the original owners. As far as power scaling, I'm not following the main story, this is a fanfic dnt expect everything to be the same, so the story goes how I want it to go... if power is what interest you just write your own story

William, an unlicensed doctor operates between Marvel and DC. By day, he retrieves bullets for gangsters in Hell's Kitchen; by night, he sews up villains' scalps in Gotham. Until that day, [Ding! Mission to save the dying Batman activated]. Mission 1: Heal Bruce Wayne's physical trauma. Mission 2: Heal Tony Stark's fear of insufficient firepower. Mission 3: Heal Wanda's psychological trauma. He initially thought it was just a simple doctor-patient relationship. But to his surprise, the way these superheroes looked at him became increasingly strange! Bruce Wayne: "William, you are my only guide in the darkness." Tony Stark: "Shut up, Batman! Will is my best brother, bar none!" Wanda (blushing slightly): "Dr. Will, my heart is beating so fast, can you listen to it for me?" Not only that, even Black Widow, Wonder Woman, and Cat Woman frequently visit his clinic. When two great universes are about to collide and merge because of him. Looking at the room full of super big shots, William fell into deep thought. "Wait, I really just want to quietly earn my surgery fees, what went wrong?!"

Nicole: “Um… Chiya, things have been a little tight lately—Wah! H-hey, don’t point that syringe at me! I’ll definitely pay you back next time, I swear! Phew… Chiya, you know how it is… could you maybe give me some meds…? H-hey, hey, hey! Anby, help me!” Jane: “Doctor Chiya, I’ll be relying on you again this time~ Ease this worn-out body of mine, fill my spirit back up… Oh? You’re mad? Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Then later, be a good boy and lie down in my arms—don’t make me do it myself, okay?” Caesar: “Chiya, I’m counting on you again. Sigh…!!! A-a shot?! Hahaha, I just remembered I’ve got something to do, I’ll be going now—Wah! Lucy! Burnice! Let go of me! The needle’s coming in!” Wise & Belle: “Chiya! Don’t get abducted by bad women! (laughing) We’re your childhood sweethearts! (stirring the pot)” Chiya: “I even helped cover your electricity bill… so why are you all just standing there watching…?” The miracle doctor of Sixth Street. The Cunning Hares’ creditor. The barefoot doctor of the Sons of Calydon. An Asclepius spoken of in the same breath as Phaethon… …but none of that matters to Chiya. Teacher… where are you…? Belle, Wise, me… we miss you so much…

I was set up from the very beginning. The accusation wasn’t just “medical malpractice”—it was deliberately engineered. The evidence had been altered, testimonies coerced, and even hospital surveillance rewritten. In a city where crime syndicates rivaled corporations, my so-called “mistake” became the perfect scapegoat. By the time I realized it, I was already in the hands of professionals. Not petty thugs—organized criminals with military discipline. The kind that didn’t leave loose ends. “Boss says you talk too much,” one of them muttered, gripping my collar as the dark waters of the Hudson reflected beneath us. I understood then. This wasn’t punishment. This was erasure. Just as they prepared to throw me over— Ding. A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind. [Miraculous Healer System activated.] [Core Directive: Heal → Analyze → Replicate.] Time seemed to slow. [Ability: Perfect Medical Restoration unlocked.] [Passive: Target condition severity increases replication efficiency.] The world snapped back. I smiled. The door didn’t just open—it exploded inward. A body crashed across the floor, armor cracked, cape torn, breathing shallow. Even in that state, I recognized him instantly. Batman. But not just injured—critically compromised. His ribs were shattered, internal bleeding severe, and microfractures across his spine suggested a recent encounter with a metahuman-level threat—likely someone in the Bane/Killer Croc tier… or worse. Yet his eyes were still conscious. Still calculating. Even dying, he was assessing me. “Don’t… call anyone…” he rasped. Of course. Canonically consistent—Batman avoids exposure, even at risk of death. I crouched beside him. “Relax. I’m a doctor.” [Healing initiated: Full-spectrum tissue reconstruction.] Unlike ordinary medicine, the system didn’t treat injuries—it reversed them at the biological limit, restoring him to peak human condition. Ding! [Target: Batman fully restored.] [Replication acquired: Peak Human Conditioning + Genius-Level Intellect.] Correction: Not “Human Physical Limits” vaguely—this is DC peak human, bordering meta-level in feats (reaction speed, endurance, combat adaptability). “Super Intelligence” refined to Batman-tier polymath genius, including strategy, engineering, and deductive reasoning consistent with canon. Batman sat up slowly, staring at his own hands. He understood immediately. “...You didn’t just treat me,” he said quietly. I smiled. “I healed you.” His gaze sharpened. Suspicion. Calculation. Contingency planning. Exactly as expected. Secretly— Every operation was a harvest. Every critical injury… an opportunity. Batman’s mind. Superman’s body. Thor’s power. And I didn’t stop there. Magic users. Mutants. Metahumans. Each one expanded my ceiling. Unlike them, I had no specialization. I had everything. When Thanos’ fleet darkened the sky, the world finally understood despair. This wasn’t an alien invasion. This was cosmic inevitability. Even the strongest hesitated. Even gods prepared for loss. And me? I sighed. Then slowly removed my white coat. Behind me— Phantom projections emerged: Superman’s solar-charged silhouette Doctor Strange’s layered mystic constructs Scarlet Witch’s chaotic reality distortion Not illusions. Not mimicry. But the perfect integration of their abilities. I looked at them all. Heroes. Legends. Symbols. “Sorry,” I said calmly. “I’m coming clean.” A pause. Then— “I have all your abilities.” Visit patreon.com/ShiroTL for more chapters.