Jasmine Bleu Before Surgery Novels & Stories

She has been undergone surgery before, "Is there anything in her medical history?" "I did the history and both of them didnt tell me the truth!" "I am now pressing the leak hole, prepare for blood transfussion!" "Tranexemic is administered!" Somehow the blood suddenly becomes slower, I continue the suction and Clark is continuesly monitoring Nimfa's cognitive level. I am starting the suture, and carefully making sure that the broken stitch is fixed, suddenly the phone rings and the nurse shout informed us that Nimfa just had her surgery 2 months ago,

I throw the curtains of the healer's chambers open to let the fresh airflow in the room. Replacing the tables with blooming- jasmines dipped in night fairy concoctions to accentuate their smells, I place them all over the room to overpower the scent of the ointment that fills the room. Adria hates the smell of ointment. Whenever she used to study medicine she always complained how the smell of ointment makes her feel sick and dizzy, and she hoped that the entire space could smell like blooming night jasmine so she can learn medicine for fun.

I wouldn't want to lose Jasmine for anything, just that I overreact sometimes when I feel jealous, and Jasmine is always bent on pushing my fuck**g buttons when it comes to that. I had met the doctor and nurses as soon as I arrived, and they were so fast to attend to her. After the examination and all, she was already awake. Thank God she didn't lose much blood like I had thought before I got to the hospital and so there was no need for a blood transfusion. Also, the doctor confirmed that after checking her blood level. It was just a drip that was administered, and I bet you she looks like herself again in just an hour we got to the hospital.

“I’m sorry to hear that. What’s your name?” “Jamison, but I prefer Jamie.” “All right Jamie. My name is Jessa. I’m a nurse practitioner here and I’m going to clean you up before trying to move you to the wing.” He nods his head slowly as he starts panting heavily through his mouth. “Damian, I want you beside Jamie. Make sure he doesn’t fall over. Parker, I need two bottles of saline, the soft disposable towels and the silver nitrate sticks pulled out. I may need to cauterize his heavy bleeders since it’s not stopping on its own.”

I couldn’t wait to show them. Jasmine was the first to notice us. "Why are you dragging her like that? What happened?" "Look!" Thania said, pushing my hair back again. Joshua leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait a minute... is it just me or..." "It’s gone!" Jasmine gasped. "No way!" "How?!" I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did."

Jasmine sighed and sat on the couch near the table in the room, her eyes burned with tears again, and she blinked her eyes a couple of times to prevent her tears from falling. “Please don’t cry,” she told herself before sighing and raising her head. A few minutes later, Jasmine pat herself and wore the revealing dress before leaving the office. All eyes were on her as she walked out, the girl gaped at her because she looked incredibly sexy in the revealing cloth. It showed her boobs and only covered her nipples. It was a jumpsuit that only covered the front of her pussy and left the rest covered with a transparent net. Jasmine always felt confident, but that night she lost it. Instead of bre

BLAKE After I returned from my visit and finished up with work for the day, Jasmine came over at six. I had the table set for two and had asked Connie to make Jasmine’s favorite—Connie’s chicken cordon bleu and potatoes au gratin. I set everything out on the table along with two small salads in preparation for the evening. She came into the packhouse, looking stressed as usual. “How was training?” I asked, pulling her in for a kiss as soon as she walked in.

I bombarded her with a lot of questions at the same time. She laughed. Her usual hearty laughter and that relieved me a whole lot. That invariably means things are getting better. “Which one should I answer first?” “Everything” I beamed. “but start from how you are doing?” “I'm doing well. I mean…” “How is the process?” I asked when she paused. “It's good news, Bluey” Bensjasmin said, her voice bright and overwhelmingly optimistic. “The first stage of the surgery was successful! The doctors were incredible. The tumor... they got it. They got some of it out.”

Everyone thought she was already capable of taking on the role of the lead surgeon in a surgical team, but she always declined, saying she lacked experience and wanted to continue assisting Frost to learn more. Jasmine assisted Frost in dealing with the blood vessels around the tumour, separating, cutting, and ligating them. The two of them coordinated seamlessly. Often with just a glance from Frost, Jasmine knew what he needed. After dealing with the last blood vessel, the tumour was finally fully exposed. Jasmine raised her head to signal the nurse to wipe the sweat, and in this moment, she stole a glance at Frost working, briefly indulging in her inner world of happiness. "Dr. Jasmine, as

He was doing it for my own good, and honestly, I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when I arrived looking chic and dangerous. I chuckled at the thought—only to glance up and find a man in white scrubs looking at me strangely. “Mrs. Russo, I believe the doctors didn’t give you something funny to make you smile at yourself,” he said as he walked over and pulled a vial from his pocket, preparing to inject it into my IV. But the moment he uncapped it, a scent hit me. Jasmine. Not ordinary jasmine. From what I knew, jasmine was often used to mask the scent of poison.