Secret Surgeon Novels & Stories

I heardhe suddenly coughed and tasted it. "You need to know something," he promised me. After he said that, I finished heating the food. I immediately took his plate and filled it with rice. I also took a bowl to put a dish on it. I also took a jug from the fridge with a glass and filled it with water. I looked at him seriously and took a deep breath. "What is that?" I asked him. "I want to tell you that you need to find a new job because someone has taken your place as my secretary." I was just dumbfounded by what he said. I don't know what to say to him, I seem to be speechless because of what he said. I felt like I was going to cry so I looked up to stop it from falling. So, is your resi

she whispered, her voice breaking, “don’t take him from me...” Hours had passed, each one stretching into an eternity as the makeshift surgery was performed with meticulous care. The physician and his assistants had worked tirelessly to remove the silver bullet lodged deep within Malakai’s abdomen. They had stitched the wound, cleaned the surrounding tissue, and administered everything they could to stave off infection. But even as they finished their work, the atmosphere in the tent remained heavy with dread.

That is the same doctor who performed my surgery before. “I am finally putting the pieces of the puzzle. Sooner or later, I will get to the bottom of this and I will know the secret they’ve been hiding from me.”

Dante “Sir there is a call for you.” I was sitting in my office when my secretary informed me. “Who is it?” I questioned “It's from the Romano Mansion, Mr. Romano Sr. is not feeling well.” What, what happened now? “Cancel all the meetings I had today and clear my schedule.” I ordered as I walked away. I got in the car as I left for the Romano Mansion. I haven't met grandpa at all after returning from abroad , and it wasn't like I didn't want to, it's just that I didn't have any time.

He looked at the little one, who was still sleeping peacefully. He didn't seem to be ill. Did this child really need an operation? He wanted to ask, but he knew she wouldn't answer his question. He chose to stay silent and wait for her to tell him, even though he knew that would never happen. No one except Madeleine and Joshua knew about the marriage between the CEO and his secretary. To annoy her, Stefan would make comments about living together, to which she responded as annoyed as possible. She couldn't stand it, but as she had said many times, she needed the money, and even though she couldn't stand him, she would endure it to be able to pay for her son's heart transplant.

My hands started shivering as I looked around. There was something going on in here, something I had no idea about; something cruel, something bad. “Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Anshuman, pleaseeee leave me!” another scarem made me shiver; Ansh? My Ansh? My Ansh was where these—these screams were coming from? Taking deep breaths, I forced my legs to move in the direction of the screams. They just got louder and louder. “What do you think, bastard? Can you steal from us? What you stole is worth millions, even selling your organs would not help!” Ansh’s voice. That was Anshuman’s voice.

“She looked terrible when she went out of the lobby, I was wondering if she and Mr Micheal had an argument but unexpectedly, you showed her your place and everyone is so proud of you!” “She has always been that way?” Luca inquired as Mrs Evergreen stooped by a table that was occupied by a few employees who were chatting and eating away happily. “Hi guys. Here is our new secretary. The one who defeated ‘the witch’.” Mr Evergreen announced as they raised and turned their heads to look at Luca. “Hey, Luca!” They said in unison. “Hi, everyone!” Luca replied calmly and sat down, placing his tray on the table as Laura sat beside him.

Percy operates with the precision of a maestro, conducting an orchestra of medical professionals who follow his lead without hesitation. Dr. Percy, a man of unparalleled focus, strides through the hospital with purpose. His reputation as the city's only cardiothoracic surgeon makes him a figure both revered and feared by his colleagues. Though exhausted from a grueling never-ending shift, he is far from beaten. His last surgery—an impossibly delicate procedure to correct a case of ectopia cordis—has left him both drained and triumphant.

“A critical case?” He nodded. “They said every surgeon refused it. Too risky. But I know you. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” Something tugged in my memory, my secretary had left a file on my desk a few days ago. She had mentioned a delicate, critical case. “Oh yes,” I said slowly. “She did mention something like that, my secretary I mean” “Same case?” He asked. “Not sure, should we go check it?” “Yeah, cool.”

“She reacts like someone who learned that pain was unavoidable.” The room feels colder. “She apologized when she woke,” I say before I can stop myself. The doctor’s expression hardens. “That fits.” Silence stretches. Then he adds, “There’s something else.” Every instinct in my body tightens. “She has a surgical scar,” he says. “Low abdomen. Not recent. Clean. Professional.” My brother frowns. “Appendectomy?” The doctor shakes his head. “No.” I feel the air leave my lungs. “She was sterilized.”