The Surgeon Leslie Wolfe Novels & Stories

He pulled out her chair. "Thank you," she murmured. He sat across from her, but then stood almost immediately to speak with one of the employees. It gave her a moment to really see him. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a movie scene—black shirt fitted to his frame like it had been tailored with only him in mind, sleeves rolled up just enough to show strong forearms and a luxury watch that glinted when he moved. The dim lighting played on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the line of his jaw, and yet… his expression was unreadable. Calm. Unshaken. Adrian Wolfe.

The event was so well planned that the scene was cleared even before Asher could reach it; however, the black cloak still raised suspicion. "His condition would get worse if he stayed here without proper treatment. This case has exceeded my abilities since I am not a neurosurgeon but rather a general surgeon. I have done my best, but if you want to continue his process, I can recommend someone whose lineage in medicine is well approved." The head surgeon spoke again, and this time he handed him a small pink note with all of Levi Ryley’s details, who was popularly known as Levi.

"Dr. Steward, the ER is asking for Dr. Leeson to help intubate the coding patient." Even in the hospital, connections mattered. A top surgeon like Yves naturally had the best anesthesiologist, Alex Leeson, with him in the surgery.

But his smile remained plastered on his face. “I am sorry for your discomfort Ms. Blanc. We did say at the meeting earlier this week that progress was being made to change this and that we now had sponsors to help us with that.” Sophia nodded. “Yes, you did.” He gestured to the man. “This is here is one of our sponsors, Mr. Wolffe. But Mr. Wolffe is skeptical about investing his money in this cause without seeing for himself that the hospital really is in dire need of his assistance. He requested to see every section of the hospital and he asked that you be his guide.”

FEDORA’S POV I stood outside the special operating room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The surgery to save Neio's life was about to begin, and I was tasked with assisting the process while Lorcan and other important staff members observed us from behind the window. Dr. Warren, the renowned surgeon, stood beside me, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. As our surgical team prepared, I could feel the weight of our practiced routine. We had rehearsed this procedure countless times, our expertise shining through their precise movements. The surgery commenced, and the room filled with focused determination.

It wasn't until he pushed open the door of the operating room that several doctors who were preparing for surgery looked up in surprise and said, "Dr.Leo? Aren't you on vacation today? Why are you here? "Dr. Sam, can I apply to participate in this surgery?" "What?" The oldest male doctor in the center, Dr. Sam was surprised to hear Leo's request and promptly refused, "Dr. Leo, this is not incompliance with the rules." Although everyone in the hospital knows that Leo is the best surgeon in Fairfield, he specializes in cardiovascular surgery. However, the two explosion victims who were just brought in, although they suffered injuries all over their bodies... at least for now, no significant im

“Sorry, Mr. Westvale.” Levi, the usually flawless assistant who always said ‘yes,’ was saying sorry for the first time. “The director of Hospital A is Adrian Lewis, but the largest shareholder is actually that doctor who performed the surgery. Without her approval, Adrian’s signature means nothing.” “Then make her approve it.” Under the moonlight, the man’s tall figure grew even colder. Patience was never his virtue. “Sorry, Mr. Westvale. I haven’t found her yet.”

At that moment, Joseph was in the operating room as an assistant, with Walt as the lead surgeon performing the craniotomy. The first assistant was the head of the surgical department. He was in charge of opening the scalp, separating the skull, and cutting through the dura mater. Then, it was up to Walt to handle the intracranial lesion. As the fourth assistant, Joseph had no chance to even touch a scalpel. Still, he silently worked through each step in his mind. In his view, after decades in the field, Walt's surgical technique was polished to perfection, and his judgment of the condition was on point.

He had been busy comforting Selena, who kept insisting her heart couldn't hold out any longer. Jonathan knew the circumstances better than I did. Moreover, he understood exactly what he had done during that surgery. He staggered, and a staff member reached out to steady him. "Impossible…" he muttered in disbelief. "There must be some mistake. What are the odds that I was the anesthesiologist for my own wife's surgery?" The staff member sighed and offered condolences. "I'm sorry for your loss, Dr. Lewis. I know this is painful, but there's no mistake. My older brother assisted in that surgery.

Their wolves were whimpering in the back of their minds. "Are we feeling 'calm' now?" Mortimer asked. "Yes... yes. Perfectly calm," Lillian stammered, wiping her forehead. It was freezing in the clinic, but she couldn't stop sweating. "I was the one who signed Rolf's consent forms. I was in the building during the entire procedure," Mortimer said. "If you have an issue with the surgery, you have an issue with me." Connor and Lillian forced out jagged, desperate smiles.