Doctor Face Slapping Short Stories & Novels

I'm Xavier Russell, a legendary surgeon currently ranked number one in the world. Three years ago, I performed 37 surgeries in a war zone with minimal equipment and saved 37 lives, earning me the moniker "God's Hand". On my first day interning at Wessen Hospital, the hospital director, Dylan Lewis, welcomes me at the entrance. He shakes my hand excitedly, then asks why I wanted to become an intern. "I wanted a break from wielding the scalpel," I reply. However, I accidentally bump into the hospital's star surgeon, Sylvia Chase. "A new intern? I have an important neurosurgery to perform. I'll have you know that the patient is a renowned diplomat," she says with a light scoff. She then declares, "You have three seconds to pick up those medical charts." My eyes remain glued to the medical report in her hand, which clearly contains a misdiagnosis. If she performs the surgery, the aforementioned diplomat is guaranteed to die.

When I returned from a mission, I found my Alpha mate, Wyatt, had tattooed his Beta's sigil next to our sacred mating mark. I cut my mission short, stormed back to the pack, and publicly declared my intent to Reject him. The mating mark is sacred, a symbol of two souls eternally bound. Desecrating it is the gravest insult to the Moon Goddess. Wyatt tore the rejection papers to shreds, casting them to the ground. Fury blazed in his wolfish eyes. "Over a sigil? You're tearing us apart over a meaningless symbol. Are you insane?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sneered. "Fine. Let the Moon Goddess be your judge." The color drained from his face. "Faye, if you dare go through with this, I'll strip Rory of his birthright. He'll never be Alpha." "How could I be cursed with a mother like you? You're ruining my future as Alpha! I hate you!"My son, Rory, snarled from the side, his eyes burning with hatred. I looked at this father and son, who was now both strangers to me, and my heart turned to ash. My fingers tightened on my herb pouch. "The moment your father desecrated our mark," I said, my voice eerily calm, "I was already done with you."