The Billionaire Surgeon's Revenge
Language: en
The buzz was frantic, a desperate vibration against the steel of my locker. It was nearly midnight, and I had just walked out of a ten-hour cranial surgery. My phone felt like a foreign object. It was a notification from the hospital’s group chat. Mia Collins, the new surgical intern in my department, had tagged everyone. “Getting married tomorrow! Please, please, please come share our joy! And no gifts necessary, my fiancé is taking care of everything! ;)” I was so tired my bones ached. I tapped out a polite reply out of pure reflex: “Sorry, I have a conflict. Congratulations and have…