《The Alpha's Broken Pet》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 198 章

AlexaThat afternoon, I was transferred from the accident and emergency ward to orthopedics. The ride on the stretcher, through a larger-than-life elevator, made me so dizzy I had to shut my eyes. When I opened them again, we’d arrived in a massive ward, with several wings branching off in different directions.The noise, the white walls, and the sharp smell of antiseptic made me feel entrapped. They wheeled me into an outer wing, near a large window. Judging by the view, we were probably on the fourth or fifth floor.My new bed was positioned beside the window. A small blessing, I suppose. At least I’d have something to stare at during the endless hours ahead. Next to the bed stood a tiny table, a lonely chair in the corner, and a thin curtain that could be drawn for privacy, though it didn’t seem capable of blocking much noise or light.I scanned my new surroundings. The ward was semi-private, with only a few beds per section. Some patients wore standard-issue gowns; others had chan

ChandlerDr. Bafana, my team consultant, arrived right on schedule, flanked by a cluster of eager student doctors. As a senior doctor on the team, I was responsible for guiding the student doctors during ward rounds—explaining cases, answering questions, and offering insight.We began with the patients at the far end of the ward, moving bed to bed, discussing diagnoses and treatment plans. The students scribbled notes, some bold enough to ask questions, while others simply observed.Dr. Bafana, ever the showman, dominated the discussion. The students clung to his words, hanging on his every boast and theory.When we reached Alexa’s bed, she had earbuds in. As we approached, she removed one and glanced at us with visible irritation.I couldn’t blame her. Having a group of white-coated strangers huddled around your bed, talking about your body like you're not even there, had to be exhausting.“Hello, beautiful,” Dr. Bafana said with a broad smile, “how are you feeling today?”She gave a

ChandlerWhen the strike began, I spent the first three days holed up in my apartment, not stepping outside once. Thankfully, with everything being so digital now, I could get groceries and essentials online.At first, I thought I’d enjoy the break. But by the fourth day, boredom crept in. That’s when it hit me.I hadn’t had sex in months.It wasn’t like doctors didn’t flirt. If anything, we were the worst offenders. I’d heard more than enough stories about married doctors hooking up with nurses, patients, even other doctors. The cycle was wild, but I had been too buried in work to think much about relationships.Now, stuck at home with nothing but movies, books, and video games, all I could think about was sex. And I mean, seriously think about it.I’d outgrown porn. It didn’t feel real anymore, and I hated how many of the actresses were mistreated behind the scenes. I wanted the real thing—a genuine connection, a beautiful woman.By the end of that fourth day, I was restless. My fri

AlexaOne morning, after another sleepless night, I woke up with a restless energy I hadn’t felt in weeks. The orderly had just finished cleaning my space, I had taken my morning medication, and the doctors had already done their rounds.It was around 10:00 AM, a time when the hospital was relatively quiet. Most of the doctors were busy in surgery, and my mom had gone to her store, leaving me alone with my thoughts.Maybe it was time to try walking again. I couldn’t sit here forever, wallowing in self-pity. I waited for one of the physiotherapists, a young and kind woman who had been working with me, to arrive for our session.When she came in, I hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you think I could try walking today?”She looked at me, clearly unsure. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You’ve made a lot of progress, but you still need to be careful.”“I know,” I said quickly. “But if I can sit up, I can stand and walk—even if it’s just a few steps.”She sighed, then nodded. “A