Dr Wendy Leng の小説・ストーリー

"It's already been six months. How is her condition exactly the same as before?" It was Dr. Leigh's voice. "Wendy's ultimate fixation is you, which is why you're the only one she remembers. "Who told you to send her that engagement announcement anyway? That's what caused the accident." Dr. Leigh let out a sigh. "The fact that her condition hasn't improved is on you. You only visited her once a month before this, so of course she'd be terrified of you abandoning her. "It's only natural that she feels hostile toward that woman at your house. If you don't want Wendy having another episode, you need to remove the source of her insecurity."

Doctor Mason replied. “There is something I want to tell you. It’s crucial,”Doctor Mason said. My heart raced. I thought it was about what I told him. He wants to say. I held my dress. I squeezed it into my palm. Doctor Mason started, “Wendy should be well taken care of. She shouldn’t be left to injure herself anymore”.

Zlata It was probably just my imagination. "Luna, my mate is a huge fan of yours," said Garret with a smile — a young, brown-haired warrior with cute dimples. "I only found her a week ago, but she talks nonstop about how great you are. Talented. Working miracles with your medicine. Her name's Wendy." I smiled back. I remembered Wendy — a sweet Omega from the Academy, a talented healer herself. "Send her my regards. She's quite extraordinary in her own right."

If he wanted to leave, she was not even qualified to call out his name. "Miss Walters, there's nothing wrong with your leg. It's just some superficial wounds. I've already applied medicine for you." "Oh, thank you." Wendy walked out and stopped in her tracks. Rex, who was leaning against the wall opposite her, looked at her. "Are you done with the examination?" Wendy limped over to Rex and said softly, "The doctor said that there's no problem." "I'll send you back." Rex looked tired. Wendy's eyes hurt and she reached out to grab him. "I'm not leaving."

Upon hearing this, Wendy instantly glared at Frederick. "You're a quack doctor! Do you even have a medical license to boldly claim you can diagnose me?" Byron intervened awkwardly, "Mrs. Gold, I've personally witnessed Mr. Lester's medical skills. They're no less than those famous doctors in Centropolis!"

"That's right." Green smiled and looked at Asher. "Asher, she's the SU graduate colleague I was telling you about. Her name is Wendy Wu, an international student from China. Like me, she just graduated this year. So when you were at SU, Wendy was there too. Maybe you even crossed paths on campus." What Green left unsaid was: although, even if you had crossed paths, you probably wouldn't remember. Asher lowered his gaze, looking at Wendy. "Hi."

The Major looked like he was trying to be nice but he scared the hell out of me. "Right," said the Major, "Come here Wendy." and his daughter walked over to him. I had not paid attention to her earlier as protective Americans had continuously surrounded her. Wendy was about five and a half foot tall and had long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. She was pretty without any makeup on and her dress was well rounded suggesting a good healthy figure. Wendy looked as nervous as I felt and with the scrutiny of the Australian soldiers being so obvious I can't say I didn't blame her. "David," said the Major, using my name for the first time, "I'm going to be tied up here for some time and Wendy ne

The doctor stood in his path. "Mr. Larson, how's Wendy doing? She's fresh out of recovery, so she should be doing follow-ups at the hospital, but she hasn't shown up. Is something wrong?" Matthew froze, clueless about what the doctor was hinting at. "Fresh out of recovery? What does that mean?" "Well, seven days ago, thanks to our team effort, Wendy's legs recovered. She can walk without a wheelchair. We were gonna tell you, but she wanted to climb the stairs and surprise you herself."

She had to do something, and if it meant taking medicine for depression, then that’s what she’d do. “Very well,” Wendy said. “I’ll call my physician today.” But due to her doctor’s busy schedule and Wendy was kind of a friend, he agreed to see her after hours. “How has it been at work... And personally too of course?” the doctor asked. “Great,” Wendy said, her heart warming over the memory of unbelievable bliss with Damon, and at the same hurting with the thoughts of how it had ended between them. “Unfortunately I caught a bit of a bug and can’t seem to shake it.” She said.

"Though personally, I hope you'll stay in trauma. We need more people who can think on their feet." "Why not both?" suggested a new voice, and I turned to find a tall woman with silver-streaked hair and sharp eyes extending her hand. "Dr. Linda Wells. Head of the magical research division. I've been hoping to meet you." We shook hands, and Dr. Wells launched into an enthusiastic pitch about research opportunities, collaborative projects, the possibility of publishing papers on curse-breaking techniques. It was overwhelming and exciting and exactly the kind of professional validation I'd been craving for years.