Novel & Cerita The Pact Book Doctors

Then, like a broken record, but quietly this time, he asks, “Did Charlotte read the fine print? Does she have any idea what she signed?” I shrug. “I gave her the option to read the contract. She didn't take it.” I close the dossier and pick up the scotch. The amber liquid slides down my throat with a familiar burn. It's almost refreshing. Judy runs a hand through his sandy brown hair, then blows out a heavy breath. “Fuck.” “I'll give her a copy when she requests it.” There's not a single shred of remorse in my body for what I've done. Businessmen always protect themselves in the fine print, and I'm not different.

I said, exempting myself. “Oh really? So am I the culprit? Are you saying that I was the one who organized the attack or that I killed the patients?” The doctor said, shifting his gaze to my face and looking at me with a countenance of disgust and despair. "No, that’s not what I mean. When you mentioned witness, I was thinking that what you meant was a partner in crime that collided with you to do something terrible.” I explained. “So am I the criminal? And what offenses did I commit that made you feel like I wanted to add you as a partner in crime?” Doctor Peter asked me sharply.

Then he continued with a grave voice, "It was not our business partners. He was contacting a group of doctors! He escorted several doctors and booked a ticket to your city. I think their goal is Eldest Young Master." Suzie held the phone tightly. Her heart beat fast nervously. "What are those doctors' identities?" "I investigated them. They have a lot of degrees and PhDs but they are not famous enough to be summoned to another country to treat Eldest Young Master. The only relation I could find is that they are under the same organization that once received a donation from Sir Colton. I'll send the details to you."

How many people had been taken advantage of in our pack? I was not certain how we would fix things, but I knew who could and would. My mate was meant for this, and she would succeed. “Alpha,” Doctor Thurman said, approaching us. Doctor Thurman was one of the best pack doctors around. He went to an Ivy League school where he got his medical license. Our physiology was close enough to human physiology that our doctors needed to be well-versed in it. He also was up-to-date on combat medicine. “How’s she doing?” I asked.

“We thank him for his participation in preventing a war that could have claimed the lives of many and for saving our mother from untimely death. He has been a great Alpha during those six years of his reign.” There was a moment of heartbreaking silence before he continued. “But today, we move to the choosing…” He clapped his hands and the doors of the conference room opened. “Let the doctors in!” Is this really happening? The tension in the air intensified as two doctors swarmed in. They were in casual wear… like the last time. The two of them carried files and the taller was the one with the pure Australian accent but the accomplice didn’t say much last time. Probably won’t now.

“I don’t want to go with you,” Nora let out as the door opened again and the doctor who was his accomplice walked in, he looked from her to him before walking to her and he smiled. He had the mind to smile after everything. “You must be happy to finally leave the hospital right, good for you,” the doctor stated while examining her. He knew what he was saying was a big fat lie. “You are a doctor, you took an oath, how can you be in on their evil deeds? What do you stand to gain by aiding and supporting criminals?”

- Smilingly saying of the doctor. "We will do our best to formulate the next best serum to secure your health Doc." - Grace said. After a week, the condition of the doctor became severe and unstoppable. The doctor's immune system became weak and skinny just like the slaves on Earth. Knowingly that the doctor is still in the isolation area, the other nurses and doctors felt the same symptoms as the first doctor felt. Grace worried more on her health because she is the nearest close contact of all infected person but she never felt any symptoms.

There was clearly something he had to tell us, and yet it seemed he was genuinely torn between spilling it or making a run for the hills. Most of all, there was fear in his eyes. “If I tell you,” he said hesitantly, “you have to promise not to tell him.” Noah and I looked at each other in astonishment. “What—” “Promise me,” the aging doctor insisted, his cheeks trembling with the words. “Please.” Noah, despite Drake’s resistance, stood on slightly shaking legs—the poison still weakened him, although not as much as me. “Whatever you have to tell us, Doctor Patel, your secret is safe here.”

Alpha took one deliberate step forward. "As Alpha, I am ordering you to answer completely." The room seemed to hold its breath. Every doctor in the territory knew the law. Medical records were private. Unless the Alpha asked directly. When he did... There were no omissions. No half-truths. No protecting patients. The pack's safety came first. Always. The doctor's shoulders slumped. She looked sick. "I was trying to give Rowan time." Lyall's stomach dropped. Time? Time for what?

After a millennium of reassurances they both left but the fun stuff happened after. One of the doctors came to check on Noah's injuries fearing that it has been reopened only for it to be scabbed over. The confusion on the doctor's and my summoner's faces was rich but I remained calm, a faint suspicion in my mind. Ultimately we were discharged, goodness finally. Once we arrived at the abode, my summoner spoke up "I think we broke the doctors mind" "Most likely" "Do you know why I healed so quickly?" I contemplated telling him my suspicion but it's too early to give a verdict and such things are myths, they never happened…ever.