Novel & Cerita Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo

On the very day I sold my company shares to raise money for my wife’s medical treatment, my phone flashed with a notification about a trending post. "My husband or my lover, which should I choose?" An anonymous reply shot to the top of the comments. "Why choose? I want both." What followed was a casual, shameless confession. A staged car accident right after the wedding, a fake overseas treatment plan, parents who helped maintain the lie, and millions siphoned off under the excuse of life-saving medical fees. The money was never for treatment. It funded luxury vacations, hotel suites, and a long-term affair. Someone asked if she was afraid her husband would find out. Her answer was chilling. "Why would I be afraid? He thinks he took my first time and swore to take responsibility for me forever. He doesn’t know it was just a repair surgery I did for his sake." The post ended with a vacation photo. A woman in a bikini, smiling under the sun. And on her waist, a tattoo with the letters 'NG.' The same tattoo worn by my wife.

16 year old Aisha, the only daughter of a well known religious Imam got into an incident that changed her life forever. It made her lost everything. Her family, honour and even her future. Now, Aisha is meant to convince the whole world about who she truly is.

“Dr. Carter… I don’t know why, but I feel a little dizzy. I think I should go back…” I had drunk some red wine in the head of surgery’s office, and, for some reason, my body started feeling unwell. “Don’t rush off,” Dr. Carter replied with an expression I could not recognize. Then, he pushed me onto the couch. “It’s not often I get a chance to get close to the prettiest nurse in the hospital.” I could not respond.

In my last life, the Fosters acknowledged me as their real son. But my own sister framed me for causing their adopted son's relapse. My biological parents believed her and threw me out. Not long after, I died sick and alone on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Fosters came to take me home. Gracie Foster stood in front of our parents, pointed at me, and said, "Mom, Dad, he's not my brother!" They looked at me in disappointment, then turned and left. I stood there without taking out the locket that could prove who I was, then quietly walked back into the orphanage. Twenty years later, I became one of the country's leading cardiologist. The woman sitting across from me handed over a medical file, her voice trembling. "Doctor, please. Save my brother." When I saw the name, I stopped. My gaze shifted to her worn, haggard face. I stared at her for a long time before finally saying, "I won't take this patient."

Natalie is known as a countryside pumpkin, but in secret, she is a well-known magical doctor. The only motivation in her life was to avenge her mother. And the chance came when her so-called Father came to her door asking for a favour. He requested her to marry Lucian Center in her stepsister's place. She happily agreed to marry Lucian Center who lost his legs six months ago in an accident. She thought she could tame him easily, and then she would leave that poor man after taking revenge. But after marrying him she understood taming him is more dangerous and intoxicating than she ever imagined. Will she able to hide her identity from him who took oath to hunt her down.

She built herself back up from nothing. He almost destroyed her trying to get her back. When Lena Cole signed the divorce papers, she thought she was walking away from a cold, indifferent husband who never wanted her. She didn't know she was walking straight into the center of a conspiracy that would nearly cost her everything — her career, her freedom, and her life. Adrian Cole made one mistake. He believed the wrong person. And by the time he realized what he'd done, Lena was already gone. Now Richard Cole is on trial. The truth is finally coming out. And Lena — the woman they tried to silence, to ruin, to erase — is standing at the top of her field, untouchable and done waiting for apologies. But Adrian isn't giving up. He never stopped loving her. And love, when it's desperate enough, doesn't ask for permission. She has every reason to walk away. He has one reason to stay — her. The question isn't whether she still loves him. The question is whether love is enough to survive what they've both become.

My new patient, Lydia Baldwin, has called the police 99 times. Her voice trembles with fear as she says, "My son has a mole on his neck, but the one now doesn't! My husband used to throw up at the smell of cilantro. But now, he eats it every day and even enjoys it! "They are impostors! Why won't the police arrest them?" I am deeply shocked. Because just half an hour earlier, I met her son. He had dark circles under his eyes as he handed me Lydia's medical records. "My mom has Alzheimer's disease. She doesn't just forget things now. She talks nonsense too. Please, you have to help her come to her senses." But I specialize in treating Alzheimer's. Lydia's memory is sharp. Her logic is clear and well-supported. She isn't sick at all.

Isabella Elvis thought she could deal with her fiance's billionaire father who is determined to fight her until she gives up on his son. He preferred a billionaire's daughter for a daughter in-law. Isabella finds herself in more trouble when she has to deal with the billionaire's daughter and her fiance's best friend Sullivan, who also wanted Sebastian for himself. Just when Isabella thought the war was over and she could be with the love of her life, she got the worst betrayal of her life from the person she trusted the most. How will this love story end when Sebastian finds out that Isabella is the one who killed his father? Do you think love is really worth killing for? Why could Isabella have done that?

"Sign it. Your role as a breeding vessel is complete." I was Elowen Hart, a woman who believed in fairy tales until my husband, the cold and powerful billionaire Lucien Ardent, handed me divorce papers the moment my pregnancy was confirmed. Our marriage was never about love. I was a pawn, carefully selected by the Ardent family to produce a worthy heir, only to be discarded like trash once my purpose was served. But they underestimated a mother’s resolve. I didn't sign. I didn't cry. I disappeared. Five years later, the world knows me as Dr. Elowen Hart, a world-renowned surgical genius with a heart of ice and a reputation that makes the powerful tremble. I have returned to the city stronger, untouchable, and harboring a secret that could topple the Ardent empire: a son who bears Lucien’s exact gaze. When a medical emergency forces the ruthless Lucien Ardent to beg for my help, he doesn't recognize the woman I’ve become. He wants the doctor who can save his legacy, but he has no idea he is kneeling at the feet of the wife he once destroyed. The hunter has become the prey. And this time, I won't be the one who bleeds.

One day, at work, there was an emergency surgery. As the doctor in charge, I reassigned the hospital’s only remaining dose of a highly sought-after specialty drug. The moment I stepped out of the operating room, I was escorted away by the Office of Medical Affairs and Governance. They accused me of improperly authorizing the use of a restricted medication and informed me that my medical license could be revoked. As I struggled to defend myself, a new intern hired by the chief of my department sent me a message. [Dr. Britton, how could you reassign a restricted medication without approval? Dr. Guzman worked incredibly hard to secure that drug for the department. You can’t just take it because you feel like it! I have a responsibility to help the chief keep things running smoothly, so I reported you to Medical Affairs. Doctors are supposed to put patients first. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to wear a white coat. From now on, every medication request in this department will require both my review and signature!] I could not help but laugh when I read it. That intern had only been in the department for a month. Seeing how approachable and easygoing the department chief was, she had apparently decided that it was her job to police everyone else. What she did not know was that my grandfather owned the hospital. That imported miracle drug everyone had been fighting to obtain? I had led the research team that developed it. In fact, I held the patent. Even the eight-hundred-dollar monthly stipend she received as an intern came from the funding allocated to my research program. How could using a drug I myself had invented ever constitute a protocol violation?