Genius Doctor Black Belly Miss Novels & Stories

The Russian hulk entered the room, and he nodded at me respectfully and, as usual, Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw him up and close. “Sergey, would you please tell Doctor Jackson here who was the monster that pummeled me yesterday?” I asked absently as I began to sip my coffee, enjoying its bitter taste and feeling it lightening up my nerves. Just what I needed. “No animal sir, it was Miss Brown who fucked you up like that.” Sergey said firmly, and I threw my head back and chuckled loudly, shaking and feeling tears fall from my eyes because Jackson spat his food and stared at me in horror

Leila ordered. "Yes, Miss Leila." "Dr. Aster, do you want some coffee?" "No, thank you. I already had one earlier. You may go back to your table. I'll be fine here." After a few minutes Celeste arrived. Her slim and perfect body is hugged by a body configuring, silk, white dress with a silk gray blazer on top. Her scary and domineering aura is present. Clive looked puzzled as to who is this woman in front of him right now.

I frowned. “There’s another guest arriving tonight, Sir,” said the Omega as he fumbled numb fingers in his pocket for the key. “She’s even later than you!” At my stern look, he flushed. “Sorry.” He coughed. “Her name is Doctor Black. She’s to be Lady Zoe’s private doctor.” Fear struck me. “Why does Zoe need a private doctor? Is she sick?” All the blood dropped from his face. “I – I – I…” I lunged forward and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Tell me,” I snarled.

The luxury room echoed with the sounds of IV drips and monitor beeps. Azazel slowly blinked his dry eyes, waking up as the effects of the drug gradually wore off. As soon as he opened his eyes, he searched for his doll, but she was nowhere to be found. His expression saddened, and his forest eyes dimmed. But who is he going to blame? None but him. A knock at the door grabbed his attention. The doctor walked in with an orthopedic and general surgeon, “How are you feeling, Mr. Black,” he asked, wiping his hands with sanitizer.

She grumbled out to herself, waving at the doctor dismissively. “Get rid of the stairs, then how do we go up, through brooms?” I glared at him, I knew he was going to make an extreme decision if I had known I would fall down, I would have given a Stern warning about strictly keeping it away from his privy ears, but now I have to be tailed- no babysat by two Hulks. “Doctor, I think she hit her head, some parts of her brain are not functioning,” Bella reported, my hands itched, but I knew it would be a risky move on my side to pounce on her.

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Willy's words sounded like a great threat that made everyone present shudder. However, just as the woman seemed about to say something in her defense, the door to the room opened. Everyone quickly turned their gaze to the door, where a man in a white coat with a neutral expression was coming out. “Doctor, how is my daughter?” The woman quickly got up from the floor and walked toward the doctor. He glanced at her and then looked at me, completely ignoring her. “My alpha, Miss Belly's health is not good. She collapsed from anger and stress...” said the doctor.

Although she was good at using poison, she would not use it to harm others. “A person as great as that must be hard to invite.” Zachary said, “It’s fine as long as you’re sincere. Even if you fail the first time, you can try for second, third, or countless more times. However, the genius doctor is pretty much retired. It’s mostly his student, Dr. Carden, meeting and treating the patients. “Callum, if you want to hire the genius doctor to cure Ms. Newman’s eyes, you have to find out whether she turned blind due to an illness or poisoning by someone. Is her living environment safe now?”

Alexander roared, raising his gun, his voice sounding like a thunderclap in the small room. The man in the lab coat didn’t look back. He turned his head slightly, revealing the cold, scarred face of the head doctor from the Swiss clinic, the man my mother had paid to falsify her illness. “The board sends their regards, Mr. Blackwood,” the doctor sneered. Before Alexander could pull the trigger, the doctor stepped backward off the edge of the balcony, plunging directly into the pitch-black darkness of the cliffside courtyard below.

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"