Fanfiction General Hospital

THIS IS THE ENGLISH VERSION OF NIGHT SHIFT, BOOK 1 & BOOK 2 Yhra is a janitress at the hospital, a hardworking breadwinner of her family, until one night. The first night shift of Yhra will change her whole life.

Red Quinscity is a sergeant marksman in Aleris Camp, the headquarters and base of the main force of the Aleris Imperial Army. He has devoted his life on destroying the company that has been draining and forcefully taking the natural resources of their city, the Causan Industries. The daughter of the general of the Aleris Imperial Army is Gabriella Alon, a Filipino female warrior who leads the main force. Red and Gabriella, together with the other warriors, embark on a journey finding the location of Causan Industries, destroying enemy camps and fighting off enemy assassins. Gabriella infiltrates Causan Industries causing it to rise on the ocean surface, starting the final battle. Red, who was compromised by Causan Industries, battles with Victoria and Gabriella who were hesitant to hurt him. Who will live after the fateful war, and who will die in honor?

Back in his present life, Kana was a fierce soldier who wanted to protect his country and countrymen. He fought for peace and equality against terrorism. But what one day everything changed, he woke up after an accident of being bombed in a foreign environment, with unfamiliar faces hovering over him as their young master, the son of the Great General in that empire. Kana don't know what to do but to hold into the memories of the past owner of this body that he has now. Later on, he will find out that he himself will be part of the Consort selection for the new Crown Prince. And there's only one secret that shouldn't be reveal, that the shining sunflower of the Han Manor.. Is actually a man hiding as a sweet lady of his own boudoir.

My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly. A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead. "Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!" The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital. But I remain unmoved. "Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

Gesare walked into the hospital for a routine check up and walked out with a life shattering secret, she was fourteen weeks pregnant, which should have been impossible because she was still a virgin. When her ruthless stepmother throws her out, fate strikes again. A drunk driver leaves her broken and bleeding on the roadside. She wakes up in a hospital bed with a fractured leg and no idea that her nightmare is only the beginning. A devastating mistake during a routine exam changed everything. The child she carries is no accident, it is the only heir to billionaire powerhouse Dante Moretti. And whether she is ready or not, Gesare’s life is about to change in ways neither of them could have imagined. There are dangerous people after her, people who don't want the child she is carrying to be born and her only way of survival is Dante Moretti.

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

My husband secretly swapped the transplant recipient, giving the kidney that was meant for our daughter to the daughter of the woman he had always loved. Not long after, our daughter's condition worsened. The doctors tried to save her, but it was no use. She didn't make it. At the same time, the other girl's surgery was a success. My husband was so overjoyed that he handed out little gifts to the entire hospital in celebration. Rage and grief overwhelmed me, and I collapsed. When I came to, the doctors told me I had cancer. Late-stage. My time was running out. With nothing left to hold on to, I walked out of the hospital, clutching the urn that held my daughter's ashes. In the cold, empty house, I sat alone and drafted the divorce papers.

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

In my past life, my husband brought our daughter, who was down with a cold, to his father's hospital so she could see a doctor. Later, she was pronounced dead. When I hurried to the hospital after hearing the news, he'd already transferred her organs to his true love's son's body. It was later that I learned my father-in-law was the one who extracted my daughter's organs when her vitals were perfectly fine. I was heartbroken and devastated. I wanted my husband and his family to give me an explanation for this, but he and his parents killed me by poisoning. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the moment my husband has just taken my daughter away.