Doctor Ramsey Novels & Stories

“Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.” Ramsey still kept a smile on his face and said, “Ballard, please don’t be angry. Actually, I’m not trying to stop you from carrying out your job. How about you let them go for two days or just one day? After tomorrow ends, you can decide when they’ll be dead, and I won’t bother.” Ramsey just intended to take Warren’s money. When he got the money, he did not care about what happened later. But that was not possible.

My own blood ran cold, feet suddenly heavy in my shoes as if the floor had turned to ice. “You did? Where? When? How?” “I ran into Miss Valentine three days ago at the back of the manor,” Ramsey said matter-of-factly, tilting his head as if recounting the weather. “She was near the old greenhouse. She looked a little different—paler, maybe—but it was her. She smiled at me and waved. Also asked how I was doing with my photography.” The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot. Impossible. Fucking impossible.

The house feels like a maze filled with so many mysteries and things I couldn't figure out. Coming here feels like a puzzle waiting for me to fix. "Hello, sister-in-law." My neck snapped to the side in an instant almost twisting from the sharp movement. Ramsey wore black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with dark shade glasses as his brown hair was covered in a baseball cap. "Hello, Ramsey." I smiled sweetly at him and in an instant I grabbed the towel at the pool table and wrapped it around my frame. "Can I sit?" "Sure, if your wife doesn't mind."

I thought he wasn’t talking to me at first, but when I turned around, I saw an older man in a doctor’s uniform looking directly at me. “Ms. Lexien Mendez, right?” he asked, sounding certain. I gave a small nod, still trying to place his face. “Yes… that’s me,” I replied, still trying to remember who he was. I was here at the hospital to deliver some orders to a few of my customers—nurses who had ordered online. “How have you been, hija?” And still, I couldn’t quite remember who he was. "I'm Dr. Harold Ramos, from Neurology. Do you remember me?"

he explained. I nodded my head. "Can i help you with some patient " i asked hesitantly. I really don't want to go back to office. "I can understand being a doctor and working in a office isn't easy. Well you can help me with some work. " he spoke with a smile which was a Suprise for me because Dr. Ramsey is a very cold person. He gave some files regarding the details of the patient. After that i walked towards the patient's room to ask some questions.

He shook his head, trying to brush off Davis’s teasing, but before he could respond, the doctor approached them. “Mr. Ramsey,” the doctor began, looking serious. “You need to contact Mr. Mendez. We’ll require his consent and a deposit for Mandy’s treatment.” Ramsey straightened, ready to assert his authority. “I’m her husband,” he said firmly. “I’ll handle the bill.” But before the doctor could reply, a voice interrupted from behind. “Have you lost your mind, coward?” Ramsey stiffened. He didn’t need to turn around to recognize that voice. Dwight Mendez cat walked closer, his presence dominating the space between Ramsey and the doctor.

It was easy to give into the bond, but it didn't make our future any easier. ——— Ramsey returned home late in the night more a mess than before. I was sure he knew something dangerous that he wasn't telling me. I was afraid of what would happen tomorrow, but I also needed to be by my Queen side. I wouldn't allow any harm to come to her. A knock came at the door and Ramsey opened it. "Come in! My daughter and apprentice are there. Serenity, Nicholas, this is my acquaintance Christopher Knight." I burst out laughing that Ryker's brother was the idiot trying to kill the trio bloodline.

However, the staff informed him that their top physician, Andrew, was not currently available but could be scheduled for an appointment. Ernest immediately left. He believed that someone of his status should not lower himself to make appointments. The female bodyguard smiled and said, "Mr. Ramsey, you're as healthy a horse. That kid was clearly trying to deceive you." The other bodyguard chimed in, "In my opinion, this hospital isn't that great anyway. They found some minor issues like fatigue and other mild conditions. "Mr. Ramsey, isn't that ridiculous? With your lifestyle and year-round premium healthcare, you couldn't possibly have any health issues!"

I tried not to explode again. I stood there waiting while casting hateful glances at the receptionist. How much longer were they going to make me wait? A gray-haired man who must have been over fifty appeared after a few minutes, wearing a white coat and holding some papers. "Hello! You are Miss Collins' boyfriend?" He offered his hand, which I shook. "Yes. Nathan Ryan." "I'm Thomas, the doctor, taking care of her." "How is she? I need to see her now." "She's fine now." He cleared his throat. "But I'm sorry to inform you that, unfortunately, Miss Collins had a miscarriage."

“Sorry Mr. Pumpkins, I don’t have time to amuse you today.’ Sherry shouted out loud before she entered the office and shut the door right on his face. “Y-Y-You..” Mr. Hopkins stared at the locked door with a speechless face as he tried to collect himself back from the shock of being ignored like that. “We will see someday, little lady.” He gave a slight humph and walked back to his office. He closed the door right behind him and on the nameplate of the door, in large handwriting his Post and name in the hospital were written. “Assistant Neurosurgeon- Dr. Ramsay Hopkins!” “She is too arrogant for her age!” The man cursed when he went inside his office.