Werewolf Doctor

"Nothing serious, she just need some rest." I said, trying to keep my annoyance in check. She was just fall from the bed, was it really necessary to wake me up in the middle of the night for this? But just as I was about to leave with my medical bag, I stopped in my tracks as Harold said in an almost lovestruck voice, "My wife's profile when she bends over is really beautiful." My bending posture froze, almost causing me to lose my balance. He quickly came to help, his broad palm holding my arm. I turned my head to look at the source of the voice, but his mouth didn't move. I swear I couldn't have mistaken it; I'd know his voice. He was my ex-boyfriend, after all. But how could he say something so shameless? His image had always been that of a cold, handsome man. As I was lost in thought, his voice came again, "My wife's arm feels so good to touch; I wish I could hold it forever." I stared at his unmoving lips. A bizarre guess surfaced in my mind: Could this be his inner voice? I quickly pulled my arm away and said, "I'll Just leave if there's nothing else." As soon as I finished speaking, his voice appeared again. "What does she mean by leaving so quickly? Does she really hate me that much?" Now I was certain; it was the usually indifferent Harold, chattering away in his inner voice. Just as I walked out of the villa, my phone showed a transfer of thirty thousand from Harold for my services. Seeing that I accepted, he sent another message: "Wait a moment, I'll have the driver take you home." I politely replied, "Thank you, Harold." As a person with the gift of healing, my life has not been smooth sailing. I paid a heavy price; I turned eighteen without the blessing of the Moon Goddess. I don't know why the Moon Goddess didn't choose a mate for me. And my gland is congenitally deformed, so my sense of a mate is very weak. I've tried countless methods to fix it, but none have worked. Lying in bed at home, I recalled what happened when I was fifteen. At that time, Harold was not yet the leader of the werewolf tribe. My parents died in a struggle within the tribe, my aunt took me in, she was wealthy and lived in this villa district. Most of the neighbors were influential figures in the pack and their children. My aunt had a daughter my age. At that time, my talent was already quite mature, and I would see patients at home every day. Thanks to my aunt's funding, I even planned to open a sanatorium not far from home. But my cousin was very playful and insisted I accompany her to watch them play soccer. I couldn't refuse and could only indulge her. I had no interest in these things at all, only thinking about my sanatorium matters. But my cousin pulled my sleeve, asking me to look at the boy in black. She was there for him, and there were many girls in the crowd, all admirers of his. And the one in black was Harold. I couldn't understand what was so fascinating about it; the risk of sports injuries was high. The game seemed intense, but I couldn't make head or tail of it, yet the girls around me were screaming non-stop. During halftime, my cousin dragged me to get his contact information. As her older cousin, I had to spoil her, even though I was only two months older. So, I went along with it, and that's how we got acquainted. After that, she would frequently drag me to see Harold. Learning that we were also neighbors, she became even more excited, determined to win him over. Harold was not only the sole heir to the previous leader but also exceptionally handsome, with no shortage of women around him. But as my sanatorium began to thrive, I stopped accompanying my cousin to see Harold. When Harold inquired about my whereabouts, my cousin told him truthfully. Not long ago, thanks to my aunt's connections, I met many doctors, they were warmly invited to work at the sanatorium. Unexpectedly, Harold, who was in great health, started frequenting my sanatorium. My cousin teased, "He must have liked you a long time ago." I didn't take it seriously; it wasn't strange for Harold to notice me. Werewolf diseases differ from human ones; they are strong and rarely get sick. So when they do fall ill, it can be life-threatening. Without tribal doctors and healers, a full recovery is difficult. Only one healer may appear in a tribe, born with the power to heal. And I am the once-in-a-century talent. So it wasn't strange for Harold, the son of the tribal leader, to notice me, the only healer of the Blue Moon werewolf tribe.