Hospital Ship

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

The initial agreement was for Avery's elder sister, Monica, to become a surrogate and bear the child of one of the wealthiest bachelors in Base City. This was to help cover their mother's hospital bills. However, what happens when Monica betrays her sister and the CEO by eloping with her lover, taking all the money paid for their mother's illness? Avery, only 18 years old and in her final year of high school, had no other choice but to step in as the substitute surrogate to save her mother's life. Will Avery's life ever remain the same after making this significant decision regarding her life? Will this two stand a chance to be together despite the challenges and tribulations that come with their relationship? Can they withstand the test of time?

Seth Allen had never had any luck with women when it comes to love and marriage. Soon, he became tired of his lonely life and decided to get a surrogate mother to carry his child. All of Isabella's life, she never had any luck with men. All they always seem to want from her was just sex. Already tired of the disappointments, she decided that she was going for an insemination using an unknown sperm donor. The hospital made a mistake and Isabella carried the child of Seth. Neither of them was ready to let go of the baby. All they were left with was to live together so that they could decide how to solve the mess. Would they be able to get past their experience and shed their insecurities for the sake of their future?

Si Clark Walton ay Pangalawang anak ng Walton Family, pinalayas sa takot na maagawan ng posisyon ang panganay na Anak ng pamilya walton na paborito ng kanyang lola. May tawag mula sa kanyang cellphone ang kanang kamay ng pamilya Walton na si Warren. "Young Master Clark" Kailangan mo bumalik sa mansyon ang iyong ama ay nasa Hospital na may malubhang sakit, at iyong panganay na kapatid na si Jared ay nakakulong. Wala ng ibang Magpapatakbo ng negosyo ng Pamilya Walton kundi ikaw. "Young Master Clark nakikiusap ang iyong lola na bumalik kana sa Forbes Mansion"

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

Hiraya Almendral was done with love after her boyfriend cheated on her with her own sister. To help her move on, her friends dared her to kiss a stranger at a VIP club—for money. She took the dare, thinking it was nothing. But the man she kissed? Dr. Yasmir Sierra. One of the best doctors in the country and an acting president of Sierra Medical Group. Their paths cross again at the hospital where she’s working as an intern. Yasmir, afraid to lose her again and as punishment for kissing him without his permission, appoints her as his secretary. Another dare followed in exchange for a scholarship for med school in Canada—make him fall, then break his heart. But as the lines blurred, Hiraya realized one thing—she might be the one falling instead.

My dormmate falls in the dorm and sends the rest of us the hospital bill. She wants us to compensate her. "I only fell because you guys left a puddle of water at the door. It's only right that you compensate me, don't you think? It's not much—you each just have to give me a thousand dollars to cover the checkup, medication, transport, the classes I missed, and the mental distress I suffered." I exchange looks with my two other dormmates. All three of us politely decline. That's when she goes berserk. She screeches threateningly, "Do you know who my father is? I'll make sure you guys can't graduate if you don't compensate me!"

My mother-in-law competed with me over everything. When she found out I was trying to get pregnant, she went as far as to use a folk remedy to get pregnant as well. It was a molar pregnancy, but she still flaunted it in front of me. I told her that it was a medical condition that needed immediate treatment or it could develop into a tumor and endanger her life. Nonetheless, she insisted that she was carrying a few gorgeous babies. I convinced my family to forcefully take her to the hospital, but my mother-in-law never forgave me. She pushed me off a balcony out of hatred, killing me. When I opened my eyes again, I found out I had been reborn on the day she first announced her pregnancy.