Novel & Cerita Secret Surgeon

"What is the unconventional one?" Dr. Aris wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, glancing nervously at the closed door before dropping his voice to a hushed whisper. "There are rumors, Mr. Sterling. Myths, really, whispered among the highest echelons of the global medical underground. There is a surgeon... an absolute ghost." "A name, Aris," Julian demanded, his voice a deadly, quiet rumble.

“Speak plainly.” “He’s alive,” the surgeon said. “But he’s not waking. And none of our methods can reach the damage.” Silence crashed down. “So what are you saying?” Damian’s father asked slowly. The surgeon exhaled. “There is one surgical approach that might work. It’s experimental. Highly specialized. There is only one surgeon in the world with the experience to attempt it.” Damian’s mother felt the room tilt. “Name,” she said. The surgeon hesitated again. “Dr. Sera Voss.”

​I scoffed under my breath, kicking a stray pebble down the pavement. ​Seth was the undisputed golden boy of the medical world. A brilliant neurosurgeon at just thirty-two, heir to the multi-billion-dollar Healing Grace Health Systems empire, and infuriatingly revered by everyone who cross his path. Including my own grandmother, who hadn't stopped singing his praises since I arrived. ​My phone buzzed sharply in my hand. It was a critical update on an emergency board matter from my hospital secretary, Xena. I slowed my pace, looking down to tap the screen—

“I'll tell you when the time is right, but right now, the person threatening you is a bigger problem than my family history.” Charlotte's frustration was obvious. “That isn't fair,” she replied as she shook her head. “You're asking me to trust you while keeping things from me, and now someone is using your secrets against both of us.” “I know,” I said as I moved around the desk. “And I'm not asking you to pretend that's easy. I'm telling you I'll explain everything when I know I can do it without putting you in more danger.” I picked up my phone and called my security chief to come.

I said, using my fingers to touch her now, she looked ready to come, and I was growing addicted to the face she made right before she came. “We can, Father Liam. I need this. Even if it’s a secret. Even if we have to hide from the world, I don't care.” she moaned, trying to ride my fingers. I pushed them deeper, pressing up against that spot that drove women crazy, and she came instantly. I kept my fingers inside her. “I want you.” “I'm supposed to guide you on the right path,” I said, pulling my fingers out.

(Jenna POV) “How are you not jumping his a&&?” Ashley asked. “What?” “Dr. Patel. He’s young, he’s HOT, and he’s a doctor. I bet half of his patients fake cancer just to get his hands on them.” “Ashley!!!” I cried out. She ignored me. “He’s a good doctor, right, Beth?” “The best.” “I didn’t see a mark on his neck.” “I think he’s single,” Beth replied hesitantly.

"The doctors are waiting. You are not bleeding. The baby's heartbeat is strong. You are going to be completely fine." Zara squeezed her eyes shut, fighting to ground herself in the heavy, rhythmic vibration of his chest. The Sovereign who had just clinically dissected the global economy was terrified. Silas violently threw open the heavy steel double doors of the brownstone's subterranean medical wing. It wasn't a standard infirmary. It was a flawless, pristine, state of the art trauma center, entirely independent of the city's power grid. A team of six elite syndicate surgeons and neonatal specialists, dressed in sterile blue scrubs, were already waiting beside a brightly lit surgical bed.

I reached into the hidden compartment under the desk for the master key I’d made months ago. “You want me to stay in my place, Silas?” I whispered, the key turning in the lock with a satisfying click. “Watch me disappear.” I grabbed a rugged leather medical satchel from the bottom shelf. My hands moved with clinical precision, sweeping essential supplies into the bag: concentrated antibiotics, surgical kits, and several vials of Liquid Silver.

Alexandre's POV Rosa came to Paris the following week. Not for the medical appointment — that was scheduled for the week after, with Dr. Arnaud Leclerc at the Hôpital Pitié-Salpêtrière, who was according to three separate sources the best specialist in France for her condition and who had agreed to see her with the specific promptness of someone who had received a call from Laurent Group's office and understood the call was not optional. She came for Theo.

Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.” “You can never go back to your world,” the demonic voice spoke again. “Do show yourself now!” Van shouted sounding braver than he is. “You’re mine…” And a door in the end of the hallway burst opens. Like a great whirlpool, it sucks everything around. Van tries to hold on to a hole on the floor, but the floorboard gave way. “Use me,” said another voice, “use me to save yourself.”