Novel & Cerita Secret Surgeon

After Georgia heard that, her face turned pale, at a loss for words. "Mr. Lucero, should we let our experts in to rescue Sir Lucero right now? I will handle the chief surgeon and her assistant. None of these people can get away with it." After finishing speaking, Ryker indifferently glanced around. He had just made up his mind to let them pay a heavy price for their reckless behavior! Suddenly, the eight experts behind Ronan began to exclaim in surprise. "She separated all the adhesion." "Not a single blood vessel is injured, and even the heart tissue is intact. And she is holding the scalpel with her left hand!"

The rain worked to his advantage, masking their movements as he dragged Cliff through the side streets, hurrying back toward the hospital. Instead of going through the main entrance, Frank slipped him in through a hidden service corridor, leading straight into his office. His secretary gasped when she saw him dragging the half-dead man inside. "Dr. Carson, who is this—?" Frank, soaked and breathless, cut her off. "Call Silvester. Have him bring in a team of nurses we can trust. Get the OR on the seventeenth floor ready." The secretary blinked in surprise, her gaze flicking to Cliff. The seventeenth-floor OR was reserved for private cases—VIP patients who didn't want attention.

We wouldn't make it to that future. Kael. You couldn't escape this ending. And neither could I. Just as Kael stood there, watching intently as the surgeon prepared to slice into my abdomen, the heavy door of the secret chamber was smashed open with a deafening boom. Then came a frantic voice, choking with tears. "Kael, stop! Something terrible has happened!"

THE REVEAL The ballroom fell silent. Dr. Kim's voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot. "Everyone, step back! Dr. Scarlet Hayes is the Chief of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace Medical Center!" The words hung in the air for a moment, suspended in disbelief. Then the gasps came. I watched my mother's face drain of color. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the sudden quiet. Savannah's mouth fell open. She looked like someone had just slapped her across the face.

## A Tiny Prayer from a Wounded Womb “Mr. Lucas's life is hanging by a thread, miss,” said Dr. Samuel, the surgeon whose name was displayed on his identification badge. His voice was heavy and trembling as he emerged from the emergency operating room, breaking the suffocating silence that had settled over the hospital corridor.

He was tall—sharp-edged like a jagged piece of glass—and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. But he wasn't dancing or drinking. Hunched over. Then I saw the glint of something in his hand. A syringe. My stomach dropped. I knew men like this; men with too much money and too little soul. If he saw me, he’d hunt me just for witnessing his weakness. I scrambled behind a heavy velvet curtain, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just stay quiet, I pleaded with myself. Just let him finish and leave. Suddenly, my pocket vibrated.

He continued, “Doctor Siren worked as a military physician. She’s very familiar with these kinds of abnormal trauma cases.” Alexander looked at every staff member present, the message in his eyes crystal clear: Let her work. His unwavering support made Seraphina’s heart race. She immediately forced the feeling down. He’s only protecting the Thorne name. He’d lose face if people realized the doctor they're questioning is his secret wife. David also supported her. "Doctor Siren has a long history of curing complex, hidden illnesses that other doctors miss. Mr. Morgan’s case is rare, so this kind of diagnosis is probably spot-on."

To my surprise, he was already walking towards me. "I'm sorry, boss. I will have it repaired immediately, or I'll pay for a new one." I apologized for my clumsiness. He stayed silent, looking at my sleeve. Then gently grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him to inspect the tear. I gasped at our new-found proximity. His eyes were fixated on my arm. He moved his hand slowly, gliding one finger up my elbow to my shoulder to form a line, leaving a fiery trail against my skin. My breathing changed in response, his gaze shifted to my eyes and then my lips. I was frozen in my place, forgetting how to move.

Deagan sat beside her on the train and listened quietly, he was so happy that she was sharing her experience with him; he wished he could have been there for her, but this was a close second. “My choices were limited, the position of the tumour made surgery very tricky and could only be done by an experienced doctor. Two of the best Neurosurgeons resided in London and in New York and I had to choose between them.” “My first thought when I found out was you. You were in India at the time and the last thing I wanted was to stress you out and tell you about the tests, but after receiving the results, all I could think of is how it would break your heart. The week before you left was your sister

He stayed still, sweat beginning to form on his forehead making me plaster a fake frown on my face, "no? You don't want to speak? How fucking unfortunate." Sighing dramatically, I pierced the knife through his skin, cutting open his right eye socket. His screams were muffled by the fabric in his mouth which resulted in a sickening smile to form on my lips, "love, none of this would've happened if you had just blinked, you know? You brought this upon yourself."