Princess Medical Doctor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She shook her head but also spoke immediately. "Accident? What accident? I had an accident?" Astonished, she stared into the doctor's face. "Yes you had an accident." The astonishment on his face also faded. "Wait, don't you remember?" She shook her head again. "I honestly don't remember anything. I don't even know why I came here and what accident you're talking about." the doctor turned to the man next to him who introduced himself as Dr. Arthur before looking at him again. "Probably, the strong impact affected her head so she's showing signs of memory loss." Said Dr. Arthur while looking at him.

“I am perfectly fine. Well, not truly fine, but what is making me sick is not bad." "Princess, that is by far the most confusing thing I have ever heard anyone say. Please, I insist, let the Doctor do some more tests. Please, do it for me. I need to hear that you are okay." The Doctor, who is now just getting a little more slightly annoyed than me, rumbles with a firm voice, “Mr. King, I know how to do my job, and when I tell you that your fiancé is fine, then she is fine.”

Vincent’s POV The young nurse nearly tripped over her own shoes when she spotted me at the end of the corridor. Clipboard hugged to her chest, breath shallow, she bowed quickly before speaking. “Your Majesty—the princess has been treated already. Her knee was bandaged. The doctor says it’s nothing serious.” My steps quickened, swallowing her words. Treated. Already? Dr. Lean had been here. Relief struck first, hard and unsteady. It loosened a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, but it carried something else with it too—unease. Because that woman never lingered longer than she needed to.

For that reason alone, we couldn’t afford to lay a hand on him, no matter how many questions remained unanswered. I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding as tension radiated from my body. But I said nothing…I couldn’t. Just then, the royal healer and royal doctor burst into the room, both looking utterly drained and visibly worried. "Alpha King," the royal doctor began, "we’ve done everything we could to treat the princess’s injuries. But... her back may be permanently scarred from being whipped with silver. And there’s more" he hesitated, eyes flicking nervously toward me.

I needed… me back. *** The next day, I found myself standing outside a small, discreet clinic tucked between two apartment buildings downtown. A white sign read: “Dr. Adrian Cole — Specialist in Women’s Health & Confidence.” My hands shook as I pushed the door open. The faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic hit me immediately, tangling with the memory of Ethan’s cologne, the lipstick, the betrayal. My stomach twisted. “Can I help you?” a receptionist asked, smiling warmly. “Yes… I have an appointment with Dr. Cole,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

before the door opens to admit a thrall who appears to be in her thirties, with reddish-brown hair held back in a low ponytail and big freckles on her pale skin. I cross my ankles and nervously drum my heels on the hollow metal base of the exam table, waving with my fingers. “Hi.” “Your Majesty.” The doctor curtseys to me, then to Nathan, and somehow pulls it off while balancing an open laptop on her arm. “Your Majesty. I’m Doctor Campbell. It’s an honor to serve you both during this blessed time.” “Um, thanks,” I say, still not used to this type of formality. “Your wrist looks like it healed well,” the doctor notes. “Any troubles with that, at all?”

care. Since it was snowing heavily in the region no plane could land in the bad weather the prince had no choice but to accept the offer. He even appreciated the fact the kids in the peditriatic ward also made gifts and drawing for him. When his father saw the pictures of him giving gifts to the needy and enjoying Christmas together with them he was impressed and invited the doctor lady for a dinner on new years eve. It was so moving that despite ladies threatening the doctor lady of not being in the princess class which comprised supermodels, actresses, and businesswomen. The doctor just got fed up with the foolishness of the ladies “of class” and wanted to leave but the personal assistant

Likely a high-ranking official. “Her Highness will see you now,” he said. Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed. “Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced. The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?” “I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”

"And I do not suppose that you think yourself in any position to change my mind." At that moment, the doctor walked in to run a check on Kira who was still unconscious. "How is she doing?" I turned to him, since he would be in the best position to answer me. "She's getting better, my princess," he told me with a respectful bow and I nodded. "I'm glad to hear that." "Prince, may I have a word with you please?" The doctor said to Xavier and he lifted a brow. "Now?" "Yes please...and alone. "I don't want the princess here alone with my woman," Xavier eyed me and I scoffed. The doctor looked confused and did not want to do. If Xavier was demanding that he asked me out, he knew he couldn't do tha

Placing my hand on the doctor's arm I just shook my head. “He won’t allow you, just let him take her to the infirmary” The elder doctor just smiled at me sadly, understanding that the young prince had been apart from his mate for too long. Eventually Kurat allowed them to take her but it took some convincing for him to release his hold on her. Pacing outside the operating room was excruciating, after what felt like ages the door opened and an extremely tired looking doctor came out. “Prince Kurat, your majesty, the Princess is stable, her body has suffered a great deal, far more than one person ever should” The doctor looks between us, waiting for us to reply.