Invincible Village Doctor Novels & Stories

Caron stares, stunned. “Not until someone tells me what you’re injecting into my patient,” the doctor says, defiant. “None of your damn business,” Vincent hisses, snatching the needle back with practiced ease. His eyes burn with warning. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll show you what dark magic really looks like. Understood?” I can’t help but smirk. Vincent may be intense, but his loyalty runs deep—and he protects the people he loves with terrifying conviction. “I’m sorry,” the doctor says, lifting her hands. “But what do you expect? Who even are you? My patient needs quiet and rest, not… all this chaos.”

Caron stares, stunned. “Not until someone tells me what you’re injecting into my patient,” the doctor says, defiant. “None of your damn business,” Vincent hisses, snatching the needle back with practiced ease. His eyes burn with warning. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll show you what dark magic really looks like. Understood?” I can’t help but smirk. Vincent may be intense, but his loyalty runs deep—and he protects the people he loves with terrifying conviction. “I’m sorry,” the doctor says, lifting her hands. “But what do you expect? Who even are you? My patient needs quiet and rest, not… all this chaos.”

In the midst of it all, I couldn’t help but recall the moments when I first arrived at the hospital, the doctor's eyes, as if he recognized me. The doctor who handled Justine's case was a respected hematology specialist, Dr. Enrique Villamor. I had met him several years ago at a conference in Singapore, where both our companies had been invited. We had crossed paths only briefly then, but our short conversation seemed to have left an impression on him.

“It isn’t.” Before I could say more, the door opened and the doctor walked in. He paused when he saw my husbands, then bowed deeply with utmost respect, the way people did when they recognized the Drakvolk name. “Alpha Vincenzo, Mr. Drakvolk,” he greeted them both. “It’s an honor.” Vincenzo nodded politely. “Valerie was just explaining her mother’s condition before you came in. Please continue.” The doctor straightened up, his expression professional but kind. He confirmed everything I had started to say and then added more details.

“ You see!! She has now grown wings to speak disrespectfully to me!! Did you all just listen to what she said to me?? “ My mother in law asked them as she pointed at me while turning to look at her husband who rolled his eye at her and her children who facepalmed. “ Enough Rachael, we came for Triss to be treated not to argue and lay blame on others, “ My father in law said and the door to the hospital room opened. A young doctor handsome who looked to be in his late twenties approached us with a stethoscope hung around his neck. “ Doctor Vincent how is my wife “ Drake rushed to him immediately he came out of the hospital room Triss was and walked towards us. This doctor Vincent stood as he

Questions that he kept to himself. "Hey, Husband! Don't you have anything to say?!" She awakened his traveling mind. "You don't need to worry about the doctor who will operate on you. Doc Mendoza said that he specialized abroad and has no record of killing a patient, so calm down, Wife. Okay?" He kissed the back of her hand and lightly caressed it with his thumb. The nurses arrived to assist Laila. The woman clung tightly to Vincent's sleeve but he gently removed her hand.

He had sandy-blonde hair, kind hazel eyes, and a stethoscope around his neck. "Good morning," the doctor said cheerfully, not looking up yet. "I hear we have a VIP patient with a nasty fever. I’m Dr. Vance, but the kids usually just call me—" He looked up. His eyes landed on me. The smile dropped from his face. The clipboard slipped from his fingers and clattered loudly onto the tile floor. "Bridgett?" he breathed, shock coloring his features. My heart stopped. Of all the hospitals in Chicago. Of all the doctors.

"The new doctor?" "Yes. The one you asked me to find. Not the one Mr. Astor recommended." Right. Avery had told Viviana to find a different doctor, one that Astor hadn't paid off or influenced. Because Avery knew Astor would do anything to protect himself, including controlling her medical care. "Good," Avery said. "What time?" "Ten o'clock. It's a woman doctor. Very discreet. She doesn't take insurance, only cash patients." "Perfect." Avery went back to scrolling through her phone. Social media was full of articles about Jackson and Liam. Their business success. Their relationship. Everyone loved them now, the brave gay couple who had overcome scandal and adversity.

Chapter 3: MY MEDUSA DOCTOR’S SNAKE-HAIR IS FUCKING BOTH MY HOLES WHILE I SQUIRT AND SCREAM LIKE HER BRAINLESS GOOD GIRL I’m still a dripping, trembling wreck on the examination table when the male doctor walks in. Dr. Cassandra Vale doesn’t miss a beat. She turns with that ancient, regal authority and says calmly, “The patient has been thoroughly examined. Leave us.” He backs out quickly. The lock clicks.

" He took her hand and shook it while giving her a pleasant smile. "I heard a lot about you, Ashleigh. I'm happy to finally meet you," he said. All Ashleigh could think is that they looked like the number 10 standing together. He was thin. Could he even do the things in bed that—? She put that thought out of her mind. "It's nice to meet you too." "Ivan is a doctor of pediatrics at General Hospital," Kendra said while giving her a meaningful look. Kendra smiled awkwardly before glancing at the other man and then introduced him quickly as a new Rookie recruit for the Bengals.