Ranson Family Medicine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 133 RAMON The office was tucked away in a corner of the hospital, small and cluttered with medical journals and patient files. Rhodes was already there when I arrived, looking as exhausted as I felt. He'd been running himself ragged between treating Ollie, monitoring Troy's recovery, and trying to keep the rest of the family functional. "Ramon," he said, gesturing to a chair. "Rafael and Romeo are on their way. Marcus and Rodriguez are already here."

The family doctor's name was Dr. Philip Crane and he had been the Hartwell family physician for nineteen years. Torres subpoenaed his records before noon. By two in the afternoon the documents were at the field office and Grace was sitting across a table from Torres and a medical liaison named Dr. Osei who had been brought in to interpret what they were looking at.

Damien closes his eyes in pain as if someone just stabbed him. Ron is a famous doctor who has specialised in surgery and medicine both. Although he is a human, he is also an old acquaintance of Rowan. He met him while he was in touch with humans long ago. Thus he has come to know Rowan's family as well. Hearing an emergency from Zion, he took the fastest flight to Romania.

But the prestige of being a respectable family makes them reluctant to admit their mistakes. “What do you know?” Sue asked. Suddenly, Grandma’s door opened. A black-haired doctor came in and showed a sweet and friendly smile. It was Dolores Ryan, the Windsor family’s personal physician. This beautiful doctor seemed to be a breaker of tensions that occurred in the Windsor family. Damian, who had been silent for a long time, walked closer and greeted the doctor who had just arrived. “Thank you for coming here, doctor. We really need your help,” Damian said, trying to get attention.

the doctor’s look stopped her and she gave Serena a begrudging “I am sorry” The doctor nodded and followed her while saying tell them at the front desk to let me know when the ambulance brings in the Aslanov family. “Aslanov? Funny but I think that was the name her friend mentioned the other time” “ What?”Dr Ron paused in his stride and gave the nurse a damned look “As in Kincaid and Basset Aslanov?” he asked hurriedly. “Yes,” Serena answered before the nurse could. “He wasn’t talking to…” “Shut up, Nurse Kelly” the doctor cut the nurse off. “Do you know what you have done? They practically own this hospital, you…the director called me that they had some kind of incident and I… where are the

He squeezes my hands once before letting go and putting the car in drive. I press my lips together and stare out the window and try to convince myself he’s right. *** The hospital is one of those sleek modern buildings, all glass and expensive art and marble floors that echo when you walk across them. Ryan’s family has been coming here for generations. His mom gets her treatments here, his dad sees his specialists here, even his grandmother had her surgeries here before she died. But it’s massive. Five floors spread across two different buildings. Dozens of doctors with separate practices.

There was a pause, then a shift in tone—eager, almost flattering. “You’re right, Director. Of course you are,” Ranson said quickly. “Your methods are always… superior. So what do we do?” I didn’t need to hear the answer. I already knew enough. Dominic Wilson. Head of the Royal Medical Academy. And Jafar Ranson—his assistant. Their reputations weren’t unfamiliar to me, even before this life had begun to unravel in ways I hadn’t expected. Calculated. Ruthless. The kind of men who removed obstacles without leaving evidence behind.

"Oh, Rosalyn, so it's your car! Well, this is a classic case of family not recognizing family—a misunderstanding between our own." Rosalyn shuddered at his words. "Who's family with you?" She had always found Mason's blatant interest in her unsettling. Considering his family background and strength, it didn't make sense for him to be so persistent. "You're as charming as ever, Rosalyn. How about this? You tell me who that guy is to you, and I won't say another word." To avoid further entanglement, Rosalyn decided to be honest. "He's a doctor who just came to treat someone in my family."

She investigated. “No, I have a specialist assigned to me, but Easton handles my appointments and needs to be present during my visits,” he clarified. “As our family doctor, he’s responsible for our oRowanll health, so he keeps everything on file. My medications are also routed through him—the specialist prescribes them, and he delivers them to me.” She nodded, piecing together the information. “So, Easton knows everyone in this household, right?” She asked. He nodded, and she pressed for more details. “Does he treat everyone equally, or do you have a closer relationship with him? Did you assist him in getting his job at the hospital, or ever helped him in the past?”

Roman nodded, family feud long forgotten. “When I was in college, I volunteered at a fundraiser centered around raising money to give veterans prosthetic limbs. We raised close to a million dollars which helped twenty-two vets.” Sierra nodded impressed. “Where did you go to college?” She inquired, realizing she didn’t know these little details about him. “UCLA. I did my clinical years at LA General and my residency at Hollywood Public Hospital.” He turned to face her, “I’m guessing you went to the University of San Francisco?” Sierra nodded.