New York.
Alex was flown to NYMC's hospital on a private jet straight from Austin.
Even the cars that arrived for pick up and drop off were luxurious, making him know that this patient was really very rich.
One would've been happy to know that they have struck gold by having such a patient, not Alex.
Throughout his journey, he was thinking about the consequences that may have occurred had he ssed up the surgery.
Lawsuit would be the least of his worries had the patient died in his care.
Going back to the hospital where his dical journey had started, Alex t Isabella.
Since she had undergone brain surgery, her hair was short and light brown in color.
Her face had a healthy glow as Alex walked in and saw her, a good sign of her recovery.
Looking at Alex walk in, wearing a formal shirt and pants, Isabella was surprised with how handso he actually appeared in person.
Alex had a smile on his face the mont he walked in as there was so etiquette involved when talking to patients; being polite was one of them.
"Looks like you're recovering well, Miss Isabella." Alex said.
Isabella nodded her head. "It's all thanks to you, doc."
Alex smiled in response to her words and walked close to another lady in the room.
It was a tall black-haired, brown-eyed woman with great curves. Through her appearance, she looked like soone in her early 30s.
Alex extended his hand out to shake it with hers in a professional manner as he reached her and said, "Dr. Alexander Gray."
Isabella's mother smiled back and, shaking hands with Alex, replied, "Viona, Isabella's mother."
Alex was surprised but nodded his head and broke the handshake.
Viona caught Alex's surprise and said with a smile, "You seem surprised, doctor."
Alex nodded. "Indeed. I thought you were Miss Isabella's sister."
People liked appreciation and this ti, it wasn't flattery but what Alex had first thought when Viona introduced herself as Isabella's mother.
Viona giggled softly hearing that and Isabella was smiling as well.
"I am not that young, doctor."
Alex looked at her and said, "but you do look young. I am sure you've been taking good care of your health for your skin to have such a healthy glow."
Viona giggled again and didn't comnt on it further. She had her secrets.
Turning to Isabella, Alex said, "shall we do so tests?"
Isabella nodded her head. "Yes, please. I really wanna go back ho."
"Oh, don't worry. This is the last test and you won't be seeing again." Alex answered.
Such a statent was sothing Alex said to all his patients because he really didn't want them to co see him again.
It was not because he hated them or sothing, but because he hoped for their good health.
It was an indirect ssage to them, wishing for their good health in a humorous manner.
Hearing that, Isabella smiled in response but internally she was thinking, 'the doctor is so charismatic and hot… should I stay for a few days again?'
Alex wasn't a burnt out doctor anymore like his previous life. He was fit and fine while his personality just added more points to his charisma, making young girls like Isabella fall flat for him.
It wasn't just Isabella, even Viona was having a few naughty thoughts here and there as she saw Alex. However, if her daughter showed interest in him, she had to back away.
Oblivious to the thoughts of these two ladies, Alex helped Isabella get down from her bed and perford a few tests.
He first made her walk, then pick up things, jump lightly, and a few more normal physical tasks.
He wanted to see if all her motor skills were functioning fine or not and checking for nerve damage with this.
Once Alex felt everything was fine, he checked her breathing and her heart rate.
All of the previous complications had been fixed properly and she was fully healed.
Alex then checked her head and the stitches were gone. There was a scar however due to the surgery, and for that, he prescribed a few creams which will make it go away.
To cover up scars, the only way was plastic surgery. But in Alex's case, he had advanced knowledge of human anatomy and things were fine.
Once the check-up was done, Alex sat down to have a final chat with Isabella.
"Doctor, we are really grateful for your help," said Viona when they settled down.
When gratitude was due, do not hold back and express it. Such was the motto that she and her daughter followed.
Alex shook his head and replied with a smile, "it's my job, Miss Viona."
Viona smiled back and didn't respond to that.
Isabella, now sitting on a chair rather than laying on the bed, asked Alex, "are all the check-ups done, doc?"
Alex nodded his head. "You're healthy enough to go ho now. So post-surgery asures need to be taken which I'll prescribe to you. Other than that, to ensure complete recovery, so rehabilitation therapy is needed, which, once again, I'll prescribe to you."
"Other than this, we're all set, and with assurance I can tell you…"
Alex smiled. "…you won't need to see again."
Alex ntioned this statent again to cheer up Isabella and let her and Viona know that a full recovery has been made.
However, Alex's statent internally made Isabella sigh, for she it was a misfortune on her part that she won't be able to et soone so charismatic like Alex again.
Viona could tell what may be going on inside her daughter's mind and looking at Alex, she asked with a smile, "just in case, doctor, can I have your number?"
'What the fuck!?' Isabella shot a look at her mother. Was her mother competing with Isabella to get Alex!?
Isabella completely misunderstood things.
"Can I have your number too, doc?" Isabella asked, not wanting to back down.
Alex was surprised, so was Viona.
Clearing his throat, Alex said, "Miss Viona, you already have my number."
"I do?" Viona was confused.
Alex stared at Viona as he heard that. "Didn't soone from your family call this morning?"
"Ah…" Viona realized her blunder and flashed an awkward smile. "Right. Right. We do have your number."
Isabella's face heated up due to the embarrassnt from ssing up so badly.
Alex didn't mind the two ladies hitting on him and just smiling again, he bid them farewell and was off.
Once Alex was gone, Isabella shot a look at her mother again and asked:
"Mother… what was that!?"
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