The Surgeon Leslie Wolfe Novels & Stories

No, I was going to make him suffer even if it was only the few minutes as he bled out on the floor. “Wolfe Medical doesn’t need the scandal,” Charles said. “But it needs the money.” I growled. I didn’t have an argument against that. It was true. Even though my instincts were screaming for blood, I couldn’t move. More than that, Charles clearly had a plan, and since I didn’t have enough knowledge about how this all works, it made more sense for me to listen. That didn’t mean I had to like it. I glared at Ronald.

Immediately, she typed something on her screen before leading me. “I’m sorry about that, Alpha. Kindly follow me to his office,” she said. I nodded and followed her closely. Now, I was about to face the doctor who had been the lead surgeon at the time of Shawn's death and had since become the medical director of Lycan Hills Hospital. And yes, he was the wolf who would provide me with the truth about everything that happened that year.

Being in a hospital waiting room wasn't helping anyone. "Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "But call me if they need me." "Of course I will." After Bola left with Kai and Solana, the waiting room felt even more tense. The adults were all making phone calls, calling in favors, demanding justice. But none of it would matter if Lily didn't make it through surgery. "Family of Lily Rossi?" A doctor in scrubs approached us. We all stood up. "I'm Dr. Martinez. I was the lead surgeon on Ms. Rossi's case."

Doctor Leslie merely gave her a subtle nod and continued toward the consultation room without slowing down. The receptionist watched him disappear inside before hurriedly locking her desk. Moments later, she hurried toward the elevators. Not long after, her excited voice echoed faintly through the corridor again as she enthusiastically greeted someone else passing by. Doctor Grant quietly locked the office door behind us. The metallic click echoed through the room. Without wasting another second, Doctor Leslie entered the adjoining examination room. He washed his hands thoroughly before immediately beginning to arrange instruments inside the metal case. One after another, he set them up: Ste

“It’s okay.” Leslie was exhausted after crying and his eyes were very puffy but he wouldn’t rest until he had heard the condition of that alpha. The lights went off and we stood up before the surgeons came out, taking off their face masks. I locked my hands with Leslie as the doctors approached us. “He is out of danger. We got orders to transfer him to a private ward.” The doctor said and Leslie exhaled loudly in relief. “How is he? Can we see him?” Leslie asked.

*** It was my first day in the operating room as a clinical clerkship. "Scalpel," a deep voice commanded. I looked up and saw Dr. Liam Darkmane, the surgeon, and one of the most respected doctors in this hospital. He was also an Alpha of the Darkmane Pack, a pack known for producing many outstanding doctors recognised in both the werewolf and human worlds. The nurse handed him the scalpel, and Liam made an incision in the patient's abdomen. The skin opened, revealing a pale yellow layer of fat. Then he carefully separated the tissue with forceps.

Donald then went to the address the director provided, hoping a face-to-face request would work. Leon stared at the cut on his forehead for a long moment, then asked thoughtfully, “Who did that?” What did that have to do with anything? And what did it have to do with asking him to operate on his mother? Donald didn’t answer and was shut out on the spot. He couldn’t explain it, but Leon seemed to harbor some inexplicable hostility toward him. Richard didn’t allow any argument. “This surgery must be done by Leon Wright.” Then he shot Angela a malicious look.

Lewis declared. "I second that!" Kristoff, another brother of Lily, said the same thing. "Wait!" The doctor called everyone's attention. He suggested, "You know, Doctor Lucas Thompson?" "Yes!" All four of Lily's brothers said. "Then." The doctor pursed his lips and suggested, "Perhaps you can kill him after he operates on your father?" "That's a good point," Lewis said. "but after the surgery, I'm going to do whatever I want with him!" "Me too!"

“I said clearly she was not fit to undergo transplant.” The surgeon answered helplessly, “The order came from Lucien. We couldn’t refuse.” Dr. Rowan turned and went straight to the healing chamber next door. Its lights had just gone dark too. Sylvie’s operation had been a success. Lucien stood outside looking relieved. Rowan seized him by the collar. “Are you satisfied now? She’s dead.” Lucien’s expression changed for a second, then hardened again. He pulled Rowan’s hand away and straightened his collar.

It felt weird, having so close on a daily basis but not really speaking to him, but he was giving me the space he told me he would give me, so I couldn’t complain about that. I had my head down, carrying in with the work Toby had set for the class, but Sophie kept nudging me. I tried to ignore it as much as I could but it was really starting to bug me. ‘What?!’ ‘Mr Wolfe is staring at you’. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head at her... And then waited for her to continue on with her own work before I stole a look up at him... And sure enough, he was. I looked away quickly again, but couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto my lips. ‘He’s so hot’. Sophie whispered again. I just look