Is Next Patient Please Worth Reading?

When a brutal car crash leaves curvy nurse Lila Monroe fighting for her life, the last person she expects to become her savior is the hospital’s most brilliant — and dangerously handsome — trauma surgeon, Dr. Ethan Black. From the moment Ethan lays eyes on Lila’s full, voluptuous body, he’s obsessed. Her soft caramel skin, heavy breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs awaken something primal in him. Rules be damned. He will protect her. He will claim her. And he will worship every inch of her curves until she finally believes she’s utterly irresistible. But their forbidden passion ignites more than desire. A deadly hit-and-run turns into targeted threats, and someone wants Lila silenced forever. As secrets from Ethan’s powerful family surface, the hunter becomes the hunted. In a world of hospital corruption, jealousy, and dark danger, can Ethan’s intense love and dominant touch save the woman who has completely ruined him for anyone else? A scorching forbidden romance packed with steamy body worship, heart-pounding suspense, and raw passion.

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."

I was the sole heir to the Thirteen Needles of Revival, a legendary healing art. My consultation fee was twenty thousand dollars per visit, yet every year countless tycoons, politicians, and powerful elites lined up outside my door. As long as a patient still drew breath, the Thirteen Needles of Revival could pull them back from Death's doorstep. Over the past five years, I had awakened a wealthy businessman who had been declared brain-dead after a car accident. I had also prolonged the life of a centenarian suffering from multiple organ failure. Even terminally ill patients whose families had already been told to prepare for the worst were able to walk out of the hospital on their own after receiving my treatment. There was only one ironclad rule. I treated no more than ten patients a year. Once those ten slots were filled, no amount of money, power, or influence could change my mind. Whoever came next would have to wait until the following year. This year, only one slot remained. Suddenly, a group of bodyguards dressed in black burst through the door. They carried in a man covered in blood and dropped to their knees before me. “Please save our boss! We'll pay whatever it takes!” I looked at the man they carried inside and spoke coldly. “Take him out. I wouldn't save this man even if it killed me.”

The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent. He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation. Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?" Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself." I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital. The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation. He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through. I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection. As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived." Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself." Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end. It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.

After catching her doctor boyfriend cheating on her, nurse Irene Nagel swears off men in white coats for good. Disillusioned and burned out, she packs up her scrubs and broken heart, trading the drama and bad memories for a quiet new hospital across the country. Determined to stay single and start fresh, Irene is ready to focus on what matters: her career, her sanity, and a life that doesn’t revolve around arrogant, narcissistic doctors. Enter Dr. Brenden Warren: brilliant, brooding, and infuriatingly smug. From the moment they clash in the hallway, Irene’s blood pressure spikes for all the wrong reasons. But behind Brenden’s gruff exterior lies a man who truly cares and challenges her in ways she never expected. As long shifts bleed into surprise dates and drink with friends, the hostility gives way to undeniable chemistry. Irene begins to question everything she thought she knew about love, trust—and doctors. In a world of emergencies, friendships are forged over coffee, Irene just might discover that some second chances come disguised in scrubs… and one page can summon the love she never thought she would have.

I'd been married to Matteo—the Lamberti Don—for five years. No one knew I was his wife. I didn't want the perks. The spotlight. So I stayed invisible. We were in love. Still felt like dating every single day. Then my first day at the new hospital wrecked everything. "Dr. Accardi, you won't believe this." A coworker leaned in, grinning. "Guess who that new patient's husband is? Matteo freaking Lamberti." I froze. If she was his wife—then who was I? She was pregnant. Carrying the future Lamberti heir. So what did that make the baby inside me? I held it together. Did the exam. Played the calm, capable doctor. No one saw the panic clawing through me. I told myself it was gossip. Lies. It had to be. Then I heard Matteo call her 'my princess.' That was it. He had a new 'princess.' And I had to let him go.