Novel & Cerita The Surgeon's Rejected Girlfriend

You owe her that. With that, he gazed at the operating room door. A doctor came out, took the paperwork the nurse handed him, and asked, "Who's the patient's family?" Only then did Bruno stand up and go over. "I am." "What's your relationship to the patient?" the doctor asked. Bruno glanced at me for a second, then said, "Boyfriend." After he signed the paperwork, the doctor went back in to continue the surgery. The nurse gave me a dirty look and sneered, "So you knew he was already with someone and still went after him? And you even caused his girlfriend to lose her baby."

"Don't you love your profession and patients the most? Now, I'm giving you a choice." I stared at her, my blood freezing in my veins. I had never known that the girlfriend who cared for me so sweetly and cheered for my successful surgeries could hide such a vicious side. "One. Two," she started counting with a cruel smile on her face. The numbers on the monitor were flashing wildly. The red alarm light reflected off her twisted expression. I slammed the scalpel down onto the instrument tray. The sharp metallic clang echoed in the room. "Fine. I'll go."

“Oh, it’s hard to explain my current family ties but forget that. Why did you call me here sir?” “I called you here because you got another offer for a show.” Madison stayed silent for a few seconds before standing up to leave. “I’m out of here.” “Wait! Won’t you hear me out first?” “No. I clearly stated that the first show I accepted will also be the last. Stop putting me into television shows, I’m a surgeon who should be in an operating room and not in a studio!” “You’ll do the show with your boyfriend.” “That doesn’t change a thing. He’s a celebrity and I’m not. Sorry but I’m rejecting the offer.” She was about to walk but stopped midway.

“I am not asking for recognition. I am telling you that the medical record is supposed to reflect what happened.” “It will reflect what needs to be reflected.” He looked at the chart in his hand. “You cannot erase my name from a medical record because you dislike me.” “This is not about whether I dislike you.” “Then what is it about?” “It is about my son waking up and discovering that the man he already believes is taking his wife away from him was also the surgeon who...” I hesitated to search for the words. “…did a job on him. I will not give him another reason to react to you before he has recovered enough to think clearly.”

I slammed the saline bottle down onto the stainless steel counter, the loud CLANG echoing through the empty clinic. "Oh, I'm sorry, Marco! Am I not acting like a grateful hostage?" I spat back, walking right up to him, refusing to let his massive frame intimidate me. I looked him dead in the eye, unleashing every ounce of the bitter rage I had been suppressing. "You want to talk about reality? Let's talk about it. You think I’m playing a game? I am a surgeon. I spent my entire life learning how to save people—including ungrateful, violent thugs like you who get shot because they aren't smart enough to duck!"

This was the second time I would be hearing that word in a day — from my boss and the person I see as my best friend. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the words rang in my head — Did you even love your mother? “The cute man doesn’t even want your body, and you want to reject him?” she said again, her voice filled with anger. I wanted to respond, but I had to hang up when I saw the doctor approaching. “Miss Thomas, I’m sorry, but we will discharge your mother by tomorrow evening if we don’t get the money for the surgery,” he said sharply before turning to leave.

Once, he even pulled strings to have a cake shipped in from our homeland, just because she pouted and said she was craving something sweet. I was jealous, often. He would only chuckle and say, "I just feel sorry for her. I'm only trying to help." At first, I believed him. I thought he was simply being a compassionate doctor. That went on until a colleague pulled me aside and whispered, "There's a wedding happening by the grass field. The groom… is Scott."

She rushed to the wall, grabbed a decorative blue-and-white porcelain vase, and walked toward me. "Clara! I'm a surgeon! My hands—" Before I could finish, she had already raised the vase high above her head. A surgeon's hands are a second life. They demand absolute precision and sensitivity—there can be no error, not even the slightest. I couldn't stop myself from pleading, my voice breaking. "I really didn't do anything, Clara. We've been married for years. Don't you trust me at all?" Her raised hand paused midair for a second.

I nodded kindly. "Sorry I can not." "Why?" The joy on her face began to fade. Better to lie than to make a girl feel like she was rejected. "Actually a few days ago I got engaged to a girl and we're getting married." The Doctor shook her head with a small laugh. "I can't believe it. You confessed to having a girlfriend in front of your friends--" "She's right," replied the next door neighbor who just entering. "Yesterday he turned down beautiful women and in the last few days he hasn't brought any girls into the room. He wants to change."

With a sigh. "Yes. I'm sorry that I can't help you with your request. He said he is going to reject me as his mate once you step a foot out of the pack,"she said, and my eyes widened in shock. I can't believe this. This is really crazy and complicated. "What! Are they for real?"I asked, and she nodded her head gently.