Dr Don の小説・ストーリー

He asked Allen "Dr. Peterson, I don't know, but who is this doctor..." Robert was familiar with Allen Peterson's reputation, but this Dt. Ash appears to be on the lower end of the scale. "My name is Dr. Ash Kennedy, Robert Daniels. I am a medical doctor who has recently returned from working in the world's most prestigious hospital. I dare to declare that no one in the world can have more knowledge about your brain tumor surgery than me!" Ash complimented himself. Just now he just said that no one in the country can compare to him. Now he says that no one in the world can compare him to anyone else. His head grew bigger and bigger through time.

“Major enough to get you buried.” Tomas didn’t even try to lie. He blamed Rico. Blamed the system. Blamed the weather. I blamed him. “You’re done,” I said. “Both of you.” Enzo looked pale. “Should I call Santino?” I shook my head. “No one’s bleeding yet.” Santino is my cousin. A doctor. Brilliant. Calm. Drinks more tea than water. He knows the business, but he stays out of it — unless someone’s medically compromised. Then he shows up with his leather bag and his quiet judgment.

He guided me to the clinic, knocked on the door, and once they confirmed my identity, I was invited in. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Madison Rose Moretti. It’s a pleasure to meet you," Doctor Stella Hayes greeted me, gesturing for me to sit down. I smiled back, still unsure about why I was here, especially with Marco being the one to set it all up. "I’m sorry, Doctor, but I don’t really know why I’m here." "No worries. I just need to run a few tests to make sure you’re okay and figure out which contraceptive pills would work best for you," she explained.

Then the doctor approached us after we sanitized our hand. “ Good morning to both of you Ma’am, I am Doctor John Albright, I specialize in neurology. I was specially assigned to take care and monitor the condition of Mr. Clyde Harlington.” He offered his hand to both of us while we thanked him in return. “ You must be Mrs. Harlington?” He asked and I nodded. “ That’s right, and this is my husband’s mother.” I spoke “ Right, So i will go straight to the point here.” he said while arranging his eyeglasses.

Without a blink of an eye, she stated firmly, "Fine, whatever it takes." ~~~ Away from the Lynn family, Dr. Dwayne, a well-respected neurologist, found himself in a small hotel in Pearl City. He had received a message a day ago that had led him to this place, to a specific room number that he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about. Despite his pleasant personality and reputation, Dr. Dwayne was not one to be easily swayed by requests, especially those that led him to a dark place in his past.

I even had to have Luca bring Mateo here—since they stay with him now—to identify the specific breed of flowers used. Fuck me. Exactly 7pm, I’m sitting in front of the doctor Gareth recommended. She’s a woman and her name is Dr. Gilbert. I roll the ring around my thumb as she furiously reads through a file in her hand. The sound of flipping pages grates on my nerves, just like everything else in this room. The clock ticking too loudly on the wall. The hydrangeas sitting in a vase on the desk. The occasional hiss of an automatic air freshener releasing a cloud of jasmine that invades my lungs.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

“You’re expected.” He gestured to the circle of physicians. “Allow me to introduce my colleagues.” He began with Dr. Elara Voss—chief of Lycan neurology at the Royal Institute, silver hair pinned in an elegant chignon, eyes sharp as scalpels. Then Dr. Torin Blackwood—toxicologist, broad-shouldered, hands scarred from years of handling venom samples. Dr. Liora Kane—surgeon, the one who’d once reattached a severed limb during a border skirmish. One by one he named them—each title longer, each resume more glittering—until the list felt like a wall being built between me and the Dowager’s bed.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"