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"That doctor is fake! Dakota, you hired someone to lie to me and make me look guilty! You're the one with the STDs, not me!" I had expected Laurence to react this way. Calmly, I pulled up the hospital's official website and found the contact details for the doctor I had spoken to earlier. Seeing the identical phone number, Laurence scoffed. "You went this far to set me up, even making a fake official website." His reasoning had so many holes, but at that moment, none of the netizens were paying attention to his words. Instead, they all turned their anger on me. [This woman has a poisonous heart!]

After knowing the destiny's cruel face she decided to give him to her. She tried again but of no response. She looked at Madhan with a frustrated sigh. He picked up the phone from her and dialled again. Someone picked up from other side. "Hello, this is Jackson, Dr.sir's P.A" "I am Dr.Madhan. I need to meet your doctor. Could you please tell me when is the right time to meet him?" "Sir, Now the Dr.sir is not available here. I will inform him at the moment he come back from operation theatre,"

Jack demanded of the computer. A screen lit up in front of him on the door. Different types of medical professions popped up including emergency, ambulance, and home doctor. He pressed home doctor. A timer of fifteen minutes counted down until their arrival. He answered a few questions about symptoms and age of the patient then slid down the door and sat on the floor. "Someone is on their way. Just hang on, muffin." "I'm sorry," she sniffled. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Nothing bad is going to happen. The doctor will just take a look and if we have to, we'll pay them off. I'm making more than enough money."

"Any other thing? "I..." her voice trailed as she fiddled with her fingers. "I was thinking if it's possible to maybe get your phone number." Dr. Muslim raised a brow questionably. "It's because I need someone I can take advice from... I sometimes feel pain in my chest in the middle of the night. But it's fine if you don't give out your contact to—" "Here," He cut her off, handing her his card. "That's my professional number. You can call me when you have questions regarding your health."

With my phone in hand, I began scrolling through my contacts, my eyes feeding through every phone number as I tried to find a doctor on my list. Fortunately, I came across Dr. Patel, an old friend of my stepmother's who had retired a few years ago but still kept up with medical research. I remembered my step mother speaking highly of Dr. Patel’s integrity and discretion. If anyone could help me with medical advice, it would be him. I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message, hoping against hope that Dr. Patel would be willing to meet with me. As I waited for a response, I felt a mixture of anxiety.

"I know what I’m feeling." ‘Do you?’ my wolf challenges. I ignore him, but the tightness in my chest doesn’t ease. Suddenly, my phone buzzes. The name flashing across the screen makes my stomach twist… It's Dr. Vance. One of the best orthopedic specialists across all packs. I grab the phone quickly and answer. “Tell me you have good news,” I say, skipping the pleasantries. There’s a long pause on the other end — the kind that only ever means bad news.

They immediately went to the front door of the clinic and entered. “Oh, Jai! Welcome back!” the receptionist lady greeted him. “Oh, you’re not with your friend and kitty today?” Jai smiled at her. “Ah, no. I have an appointment with the doctor privately.” “Oh… Well, the doctor was just about to leave for lunch. Just wait here,” the receptionist said. Then she turned to Darrion. “Hello! Welcome to Doctor Prime’s office! How can I help you?” “Ahh, I want to get a checkup. I’m a regular,” Darrion said, taking a card from his small side bag and gave it to her.

I followed the source and there he was, with his circle of people, completely detached from whatever conversation was going on as he darted his eyes from me to shoot murderous glares at the man who stood before me. “You were saying?” He broke my train of thought. “Never mind, can’t remember the last time I was in Spain” “That’s okay. I am David, 29 and I am single. If you wouldn’t mind, can I get your contact” “No, I…” I said in protest but he had already whipped out his phone and stretched it to me. I had barely registered things when Daxton’s voice echoed behind me. “She has COVID” I turned my head to him, stunned and confused because he was just across the room just now

Not wanting anyone else to know what he just found out, he rolled the magazine, and went discretely to his desk where he dialed the number of the people on the page, "Hello, is this Miracle Born Health Clinic?" Finbarr asked, quietly, "Hello, yes it is. How may we be of service?" a woman with a kind voice asked. Finn looked left and right, like a thief, and when he saw no one close by, he said into the phone, "I have a friend who is infertile, and was wondering if there's anything you could do for him." "oh, definitely, dear. How about you book an appointment, we'll come over when the arrangements are set."

But they still know I’m here? “Are you expecting someone, Alayna?” Ms. Lennie asks curiously. “Not really.” I shake my head firmly. “Are you sure? I’m sure there’s a mistake. Did they leave a name?” I ask Nina. “Yes, they gave me this.” She hands me a small card, and I read, Dr. Jason H. Valentine M.D. Rutherford Medical City 845-583-5597 I frown hard. My mind echoes the name on the card, and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I realize who it is.