Novel & Cerita Dr Wendy Leng

Wendy stood frozen, never imagining she would lose her position over something so trivial. Her years of "experience" had led her to believe she deserved higher status in this household. To her, this young doctor was merely an assistant who knew nothing and was covering until Cecil arrived. How could Clyde fire her over this doctor? Wendy could not accept it. As security escorted her out, she kept shouting and glaring at Aria with venomous eyes. Aria paid no attention. She carefully sterilized her needles before inserting them into Clyde's acupuncture points.

The Kinsley family would owe him a significant favor, and getting together with Wendy afterward would be a breeze. Wendy gathered her courage to speak up. "Dr. Fielding, could you please wait for a moment?" "Hm? What do you mean?" As one of the top ten master healers in Dragonia, Xander had a commanding presence. Wendy swallowed nervously under his intense gaze, clearly intimidated. "Please be understanding, Dr. Fielding. I've also invited another master healer. He… He claims he can cure Grandpa and not just extend his life." Before Xander could react, Vincent roared in anger, "Nonsense! Get out of here. Who do you think you are to make decisions?"

"Actually, my husband and I wanted to keep our wedding quiet. Sorry I couldn't invite you. He's particular about crowds, you know." "That's good to know," Cole responded. "I'm Mrs Wendy's personal Doctor." For real? So he had connections to the Caesar household and yet kept it quiet even after I told him my ordeal with Reiner. Indeed, we both surprised ourselves today. But then I got thinking. Why was he Wendy's personal Doctor? He looked far too young. "I've got a thing for young handsome men," Wendy said as if she'd read my mind. "Is that odd?" Cringe but I shook my head.

Because they are mated, Councilman Warren asked Councilwoman Rebecca to preside over Luna Yara's ceremony. As confident as Sanatrix is in the hospital, she blushes at all the accolades that are given to her during the ceremony. I smile. Wendy gets a lot of her humility from her mother. While this is an official event, Wendy and I hold hands as we watch her mother take her Hippocratic Oath and officially step in as the Medical Director of the Academy and as the official doctor of the Council and the elite squads. Afterward, we get in line to congratulate Sanatrix on her appointment to the Academy.

It was Leng, my assistant. “Dr. Jin, Dr. Jin! Where are you going? You have a meeting.” I hesitated. “Leng, I don’t remember anything about having a meeting today. I’m supposed to be writing my new research papers.” “You do. I just received a call from the Provost Office.” My assistant, who was nine months on the job, asserted. Her bookish mannerisms and her ovalish glasses made her seroousness endearing. Having just graduated from the faculty of Social Sciences, Leng has proven to be enthusiastic and organized in her duties. The sort of help a disorganized man, like me, needs.

Wendy wasn't going to let Benedict get in the way of progress. Yet, when Wendy returned to Texas, she barely let an hour pass. It hadn't even been an hour since she had regained the family estate when she sent for Leila to come up to her study. Leila was Sabrina's mother, whom Wendy trusted without reserve, but also, in a way, one of the few individuals that Wendy never regarded as being seriously close.

I felt more relaxed and calm already. “You won’t loose me Lena.” I said sharply, merging my lips with hers. But before I could lose myself completely— BAM! The lounge door burst open. I groaned, snapping my head toward the doorway. Wendy. Crying. Shaking. Completely disheveled. Her brunette hair was a tangled mess, mascara streaking down her cheeks as she clutched her arms. “Fuck” I cursed under my breath. Not now. Lena immediately sat up, pulling her robe around herself.