Medical Novels Nonfiction

Annabelle Villarreal, a renowned surgeon, met a dead end after losing her license due to her husband's reckless activities. Befallen by this ill-fate, she resorted to cleaning jobs for survival only to be crestfallen when she realized her only son was suffering from a deadly illness that required immediate medical attention. Unable to bear the emotional trauma after catching her husband in bed with her colleague, she left the country to reside with her sister in-law, only to get entangled in the web of a ruthless mafia don, Mark Dickson after witnessing one of his murder scenes. In an attempt to bargain for her life, she opted to help him clean up his murder scenes and as time went on, she realized she had gotten herself in a situation worse than death but it was too late for her to withdraw from it. She had signed a contract with the devil himself.

Farrah Vale doesn’t believe in curses. She’s a logical person, a medical student who stitches people up, not someone who prays to statues. So when she finds her name scribbled in blood beneath the Weeping Statue of the old campus, she laughs it off… until she dies in a car crash that same night. Except she wakes up on a train with six other passengers... Then, sitting across from her is a man she knows, Shane Calder, the ex who broke her heart a few weeks ago. But before she could process the situation, she heard a voice... [ Welcome, Cursed Ones.You have been chosen to play the Trial of Seven Sins. ] [ Survive all seven worlds, and your curse will be lifted. Fail, and your soul will burn forever. ]

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

Sandy Brooke, deeply understood sacrifice and love. Her dying grandmother made sure of that. Sandy agreed to be a pretend fiancée to Adam Stark's mentally challenged brother, who was scarred by the death of his fiancée because Sandy looked remarkably like her, when Adam Stark, her billionaire boss, asked her. Initially; she turned it down, but when her grandma's health became life-threatening and she realized her boss was the only person who could assist with the medical expenses, she decided to accept the offer.. Adam was ready to do anything for his challenged brother, even if it meant sacrificing the passionate desires he felt for Sandy. Will they be able to stay away from each other? will their love and blazing desires outshine their sacrifice for the one they both care about?

During my engagement party, the chandelier suddenly fell from the ceiling and landed on my head. However, my boyfriend shielded his junior as he dragged her to safety. Even when he saw blood coming out of my mouth, he hid aside with his junior in his arms. “They are just superficial wounds. They won’t kill you. It’s too dangerous here. Let’s wait for the paramedics!” However, he had forgotten he was the director of the emergency department. That night, I suffered a miscarriage, but he was having fun at a theme park with his junior to calm her down. I threw the medical report of my miscarriage at his face. After I decided to get married to another person, the once arrogant emergency doctor kept apologizing to me…

She was drowning in debt, she needed to pay off her mother's medical bill, but working, schooling and paying bills the same time was just too much for her, and her insurance could not cover it, she was contracted to marry a psycho for five years, to help him buy enough time to get over the loss of his wife, but she fell inlove with him in the long run, and he treats her so well, that she also fell for him. Unsure of what he feels truly feels for her, for he only calls her by the name of his dead wife. She tries to make herself relevant in his life. But What happens when he regains his senses, and realize he has been living with his wife's look alike, and not his wife?

During a rainy night, Livia saved an unknown man. She took the gangster to the medical clinic where she cured his cuts, but the next day, she got stuck with the gangster. Enrico fell in love at first sight with the beautiful woman and did everything in his power to keep her close. Livia spent a night in the basement of the headquarters of the gang and accepted the false proposal of marriage of the mobster and signed the contract with the gangster to leave the cold and inhospitable prison. After three months, Enrico discovered that his false wife was the daughter of the man who had murdered his parents. Will he still love the woman who saved him, even after finding out she’s involved with the rival gang? Will Enrico let the desire for revenge overshadow reason? Only true love can reach a heart of stone

The order of all the underground worlds on this earth is controlled by the Amber family, but the competition for the Amber family's heirs is very cruel, and only one of the nine qualified heirs can survive. Nathan's parents died in the internal struggle of the Amber family, while Nathan was secretly trained and reached the world's top level in business, medical skills, combat, firearms, martial arts and many other aspects. At the same time, Nathan learned special spells from the master of the hermitage, but in order to avoid being killed by other competitors, he faked his own death, married Karina Blackwood, and became a member of the Blackwood family. Became a humble husband. Just to command his subordinates where other heirs don't care, to reduce risks and protect himself, and to wait for opportunities to avenge his parents

When I was fourteen, my brother—the Don—brought home an orphan girl to settle a debt of gratitude. From then on, my life within the Corleone family always took a backseat to hers. The girl framed me, claiming I was trying to poison her. My brother slapped me across the face and locked me in the attic. To make it up to her, he even gave her the position that was meant for me. This time, I didn't say a word. I just packed my bags and left. It took a few days for him to realize I hadn't returned to the family estate. Only then did he find out that I’d joined an international medical aid organization—and that I was never coming back to New York. After that, he completely broke down.

When I saw my best friend tending to the elderly man upstairs with such diligence in washing his clothes, cooking his meals, feeding him medicine, and giving him massages, I immediately knew that she had been reborn, too. In my previous life, my best friend and I shared an apartment. We were often awakened in the middle of the night by the old man’s cough from upstairs. When I went up to check on him, I learned that his legs were paralyzed, and he had no children or family. Out of sympathy, I decided to care for him. I brought him his daily meals and gave him massages. A month later, out of the blue, the old man mysteriously handed me a bank card and said, “There’s eight million here. It’s my reward to you.” With that money, I immediately went and paid off my father’s medical bills. Later, the old man went even further and transferred the ownership of the apartment that we were renting to me. He told me, “When your father is discharged, move in together. That way, I’ll have someone to keep me company, too!” When my best friend learned of this, however, she went ballistic. During the few days I was having trouble sleeping, she had secretly spiked my water with a lethal dose of sleeping pills. She watched as I died in agony. After my death, my boyfriend, posing as my fiancé, cut off my father’s medical bills and took away the old man’s bank card. Meanwhile, my best friend spread slanderous rumors among the neighbors, claiming the old man gave me money because I had sold myself to him. Half a year later, the two got married and paid in full for a luxury apartment in the city centre. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the old man upstairs was coughing uncontrollably.