Page 15 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

Peters nods sympathetically. "I know it's tough, sir, with settling in at a new workplace. But I assure you I’m with you every step of the way and I will ensure that you don’t have to work yourself to death."

"Thanks, Peters." I say, feeling a bit vulnerable. "You are a real friend and I’ll ensure that I do my best to keep up the standard in this department."

Peters pats me on the back. "You’re welcome, sir."

With that, we start going through the cases, discussing the best course of action for each patient. As we work, my mind keeps drifting back to Ally, but I try to focus on the task at hand.

He hands me a list of patients, their illnesses, and their progress. I begin to go through the list, reading each patient's case carefully.

"Mr. Johnson," I say, scanning the list. "He's been experiencing headaches for the past month. Have we made any progress on his treatment?"

Dr. Peters consults his notes. "We prescribed him some medications, but he hasn't reported any significant improvement."

I furrow my brow in thought. "Let's adjust his medication regimen and see how he responds. And schedule a follow-up appointment for next week to assess his progress."

Dr. Peters nods and makes a note on his pad. "Okay, what about Mrs. Lee? She's been complaining of dizziness and vertigo."

I take a sip of water before responding. "We need to run some additional tests on her. I want to rule out any underlying conditions such as a tumor or a stroke. Let's schedule a new MRI and a CT scan as soon as possible."

Dr. Peters scribbles the instructions down. "Got it. And what about Mr. Thompson? He's due for a follow-up appointment today."

I glance at the clock on the wall. "I have time to go check on him now."

As I see Mr. Thompson, I shake hands with him. "Good morning, Mr. Thompson. How have you been feeling?"

He nods, a small smile on his face. "Better, doctor. The new medication you prescribed has been working well."

I nod in satisfaction. "Glad to hear that. Let's take a look at your latest test results and see if we need to adjust anything."

Dr. Peters hands me the file, and I begin to review the lab work. "Your blood pressure is still a little high, so we'll increase your dosage slightly. And I'd like you to try to lower the salt in your diet for the next two weeks to see if this will help optimize your hypertension management."

Mr. Thompson nods and thanks me as we leave the room. I turn back to Dr. Peters, feeling a sense of satisfaction in having helped the patient.

"Anything else we need to address on the list?" I ask.

Dr. Peters shakes his head. "No, I think that's all for today. Shall I file these away?"

I nod and sit back in my chair, thinking about the patients I've seen today and the ones I'll see in the coming weeks in clinic. It's a challenging job, but one that I'm passionate about. Helping people to overcome their medical challenges is what drives me, and I look forward to continuing to do so for many years to come. I hear a beep on my phone and peer at it. I see a message from Genevieve, my ex who had caused us to breakup and I turn away, not ready to spoil my good mood. She had broken my heart and I was not ready to hear from or speak with her.

Chapter eight

Distance

Ally

Iwalkintotheward, taking in the familiar smell of disinfectant that fills my nostrils. I greet the nurses and make my way to the patient's bedside. As a resident neurologist, it is my duty to attend to the patients in the hospital.

The patient I am attending to is a man named Mr. Adam. He is a middle-aged man who had suffered a brain injury in a car accident. He’s been experiencing seizures, and I have to monitor his condition closely. I sit down next to him and ask him about his health. We talk at length about his progress and his treatment options. He is curious about the neurology behind his injury, and I explain to him in detail how the brain works and how we can diagnose and treat various neurological conditions.

After I finish with Mr. Adam, I make my way to another ward. As I’m walking, a patient approaches me and asked if I was an hotelier. I smile and explain that it is actually my twin sister, Ashlee, who is in that business. We talk for a while about twins and how we are often mistaken for each other.

Finally, I make my way to my office where I meet my friend Michael. He greets me and asks me about my weekend plans. He mentions that he had recently discovered a new table tennis club and wants to check it out.

"You should come with me," Michael insists, looking excited. "I think you'd love it."

"I've never played before," I admit, feeling a bit hesitant.

Michael smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll be a natural."

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