The Surgeon Leslie Wolfe Novels & Stories

“Forgive the theatrical entrance. I find first impressions important, and I wanted ours to be…memorable. I am Damien Wolfe. The unknown number, the man at the window, the man who's been watching you bleed.” “Mrs Selene, I'd take my leave now.” Doctor Jay said, taking the hospital discharge file and turning to take her leave.

"A doctor? Are you referring to Dr. Harley Winston?" The camera shifted, and my livestream cut to a view of Dr. Winston, the very surgeon who had operated on Madeline. I pointed my phone at his face, the lens closing in mercilessly. With a faint smile, I asked, "Dr. Winston, do you know how Madeline had a miscarriage?" Dr. Winston's hands trembled slightly, though his face maintained a veneer of righteous indignation. "It was all under Lily's instructions. The truth is, Madeline never had a miscarriage at all—it was a fabrication, a lie concocted by the mother and daughter!"

The two of them sat opposite each other in the brightly lit coffee shop. Heather held Willow's hands and said in a tender voice, "Don't worry too much. I'm sure there's hope in curing any disease with how far the medical sector has progressed. After I learned of this piece of information yesterday, I've tried asking around for more details. Fortunately, l did learn something useful from Mr. Chapman. "Mr. Chapman said that there's a surgical expert based in Brindley named Leonard Frost. However, he doesn't agree to perform surgeries just for anyone.

“I hope he continues what he is doing. I don’t want him to bother us again.” “I agree. He is making our life less miserable.” I chuckled, and Maxwell smiled at me. After our break, I quickly prepared for my surgery. I was on my way to the operating room when Doctor Young suddenly grabbed my arm. “Doctor Lewis, I need your help.” She looked at me with teary eyes. I noticed Levi behind her, and I was shocked to see him looking angrily at Doctor Young. “W-What is happening?” I asked in confusion. “You don’t need Doctor Lewis’s help, Doctor Young. You are the department head. It is your obligation to finish the project.” Levi said in a deep voice.

Looking down to see Merlin, pale and shivering, her neck punctured with bite wounds and her blood seeping onto the operating table, Dr Lesley, immediately forgot about Zeke, focusing only on the young witch and saving her life. A little over an hour later, Dr Lesley had set up a blood transfusion and intravenous fluids, to replace what Merlin had lost. She moved quickly and confidently, pulling medical equipment from cupboards and drawers before rushing back to Merlin while Zeke lumbered clumsily around the theater, awkwardly bumping into things and growling in irritation. "Hey Shaggy! How about waiting outside until I'm done?", she barked, waving him towards the doors. Zeke bared his fangs

ROGER WILLIS It was extremely difficult to accept the fact that our dear friend, Wesley has succumbed and did not survive the incubation period. Idris warned me about this and it appeared that he was telling the truth. Only the strong ones survive a savage werewolf attack. Unfortunately, Wesley was fragile enough and did not manage to survive.

Corinne had already taken out her phone and started a livestream, claiming that Isaac had died because he had missed the surgery. The moment she saw me, she went hysterical, turning the camera straight at me. "It’s her! She’s the one who bribed the doctor and stole Isaac’s surgery slot! Isaac swallowed a blade and was coughing up blood. Despite him being in critical condition, she still refused to let him have the surgery! "She used money to manipulate the doctor and got Isaac killed! He’s lying in the morgue right now!" Corinne cried her heart out, accusing me while playing the victim.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

He hit the button with his final ounce of strength. Across the street, on a surviving digital billboard, the news began to roll. It wasn't about the collapse. It was a livestream from the Wolfe Medical Center. A doctor was standing in front of a row of incubators. "We are pleased to announce," the doctor said to the cameras, "that the Wolfe-Sterling merger has been solidified through the successful birth of the primary heir." I froze. My hand went to my stomach. I was still pregnant. I could feel the flutter, the heavy ache.

Anna struggled to be conscious of her environment, but the sedative's effect was so strong at this point. Her last clear thought was simple. Mom will live. The surgery began. Scalpels move with practiced precision. Machines hummed. Monitors beeped steadily. The lead surgeon spoke calmly. “Prepare the artificial heart device.” One of the assistants hesitated slightly. “Doctor…are we really…” “ I said do it!” The surgeon snapped quietly. Meanwhile,at the other operating room, Adrian Wolfe's condition began to worsen rapidly. His heart rate had already decreased. If nothing was done now, he would die in an hour's time.