CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The days in internal medicine followed a relentless rhythm. Every morning I arrived before seven, sitting at the nurse station with stacks of patient charts piled in front of me. Vital signs, lab results, X-rays, nurses’ notes, I had to skim them quickly before rounds began.After that, I trailed behind the residents and attending as they made their way through the ward. Patients with heart failure, stroke, pneumonia one after another became the subject of discussion. I scribbled furiously in my notebook, trying not to miss a single detail. Sometimes I grew nervous when it was my turn to present, but I forced my voice to stay steady.By midday, I was often trapped in the records room, copying test results or drafting new patient charts. At night, I was back at my desk in the apartment, poring over textbooks and trying to recall every instruction the residents had given me.That day, after finishing a round of charting, I leaned back in my chair for just a moment. Suddenly, a sharp kno

My days in internal medicine finally came to an end. I completed all the reports, the mini-CEX exams, and my final case presentation. And now, I was starting fresh, my obstetrics and gynecology rotation.That morning, I was already in the OB-GYN ward. The sharp scent of disinfectant mixed with the soft aroma of baby lotion the nurses sometimes used. The corridor was filled with expectant mothers waiting for their turn at the ultrasound room, and every now and then a newborn’s cry pierced the air from the perinatology unit. The atmosphere was entirely different from internal medicine.Wearing my white coat, I carried a brand-new notebook that would soon be filled with scribbles. From a distance, I spotted a tall man in a crisp doctor’s coat. His face was sharp, his jawline strong, and his eyes keen yet calm. His black hair, slightly wavy, was styled simply but gave him an air of quiet class. When he turned his head, every female student in the corridor seemed to hold her breath.“That’

That afternoon, I had just finished at the hospital, my body weary after a full day of clerkship. I thought Liam would take us straight back to the apartment as usual. But instead, his car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.I stared at him with a furrowed brow. "Liam, why are we stopping here?"He just gave a faint smile, got out of the car, and opened the door for me. "Just come along. You ask too many questions."I obeyed. As we entered, the magnificent hotel lobby with its crystal chandeliers welcomed us. Piano music flowed through the air, and I felt as if I had stepped into another world, far from the exhaustion of the hospital wards and the scent of antiseptic.In the spacious room with large windows overlooking the city at night, Liam took off his white coat, then unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. I stared wide-eyed."Liam! It's freezing outside. And you're—""I just feel hot."I fell silent. Deep down, I knew what he meant. Lately, I had been too busy with clerks

It had been several days since Ronny handed me that birthday invitation.At first, I was certain I wouldn’t go. I thought there was no reason to attend a party thrown by someone who had left behind so many wounds.But gossip spreads fast in a hospital.Every time I passed the nurse station or sat in the cafeteria, I’d hear the same murmurs.“They say everyone in the hospital’s invited.”“Rumor has it Dr. Jonathan’s going too.”“Wow, Ronny’s really pulling out all the stops. The party’s at the city center hotel ballroom.”I could only pretend not to care, but deep down, a small unease began to grow.In the medical world, good relationships are sometimes more valuable than grades.If I didn’t go, it might stir new rumors and even if I did go, I had no intention of having fun. I just wanted to show up briefly, offer a polite greeting, then leave.But one thing I knew for sure, Liam would never approve.The image of his serious face every time Ronny’s name came up was warning enough.If I

The ballroom was still alive with laughter and the clinking of glasses, yet the sound of approaching footsteps from the bar made me instinctively turn my head. A familiar scent—masculine, laced with cedar and bourbon hit me before I even saw the face emerging through the crowd.Gregor.He walked with his usual steady gait, posture straight and confident. His black suit was immaculate, his sharp eyes cutting through the noise and light. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though his gaze remained cold, deliberate, and calculating. In his hand was a glass of amber liquid.“Luna Sienna, you’re alone tonight?”“Yes. Liam’s busy. There’s an internal pack meeting he couldn’t leave.”Gregor raised an eyebrow. He lifted his glass slowly, studying the drink before taking a small sip. “Busy, hm? That’s odd. As far as I remember, Liam never misses Ronny’s birthday parties. He’s usually seated right in front, in the place of honor. Strange, isn’t it? That he’s not here this year.”His tone carried