In the resident room of the capital's maternity hospital for women in labor with pathologies, two tired doctors were sitting.
“I poured my entire magic reserve into it,” the black-haired man said barely audibly.
- I saw, Professor, - the slender gray-haired woman answered in the same quiet way. “We all tried to get him out, but when the magical flows are not full, nothing can be done.
- The trouble is that this pathology could be corrected at about the fifth month of pregnancy, but we have not yet learned how to identify it in time, - the doctor seemed to blame himself for the imperfection of diagnostic techniques.
“So it’s not your fault,” his colleague replied softly. - You did everything you could. Sit now and cannot raise your hands. Drink at least some sweet juice to restore your reserve. Otherwise, you are about to fall asleep.
- Yes, you are right, Mrs. Clara, thank you! - the man with difficulty raised his hand and took from the table a mug filled for him by one of the nurses. The hand was trembling, the juice splashed. The doctor sluggishly noted that he did not even remember who exactly showed such concern to him. - We also need to talk to the parents. I have no right to sleep now.
“I'll talk to my father,” the woman suggested.
“Mrs. Clara, I cannot let you carry this burden,” the Professor began to object.
- Stop, - the medic winced. “I’m putting the worst part on your shoulders — talking with your mother.
She got up heavily from her chair and walked slowly towards the exit from the staff room. She got a little less today than the Professor, the black-haired young doctor even aged fifteen years. Nothing, thought the woman, now she will get sweet, then she will sleep and look younger. He will start breaking hearts again.
In the waiting room sat a stocky man of about forty. He was restlessly fiddling with something with his fingers, his gaze was directed somewhere deep into himself. Noticing the doctor, the man jumped up and rushed to meet him.
“I'm sorry,” Mrs. Clara said quietly. The visitor's face changed, and the woman hastened to add: - Your wife is almost okay. But we could not save your son. We almost lost our Professor with him, who gave the boy all his magic reserve. Each of us made every possible effort. But with such a pathology during childbirth, nothing can be done. It needs to be corrected in the second trimester.
“Murderers,” the man hissed, looking at the tired woman with hatred. Mrs. Clara staggered back, frightened by the darkness that seemed to be coming from him. - I will avenge my son again, you will see.
- Security! The woman screamed.
“Don't,” the man grinned disgustingly. - I am already leaving. Live. For now...
Lyrical fantasy + science fiction + detective. The first novel from the "Dance" series
Helga lives in a world where each person possesses one or another magical gift. Thanks to her potential as a combat doctor, the girl gets a job in a secret organization specializing in the development of new magical technologies in the field of health and longevity. Simultaneously with the transition of Helga to a new position, mysterious and frightening events begin to occur around. The situation for the girl is complicated by a difficult relationship with an attractive employee. Will she be able to deal with the source of the danger and find out the intentions of the boyfriend?
The book is available in Russian and Ukrainian.
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ISBN: 9781005726126
Anna Molodtsova is the author of novels in the genre of lyrical fantasy, science fiction, detective story and love story. The list of the writer includes books for both young people and older readers. Anna writes a lot and is interesting, the application has her contacts on social networks, subscribe to the pages and follow the news.
“I poured my entire magic reserve into it,” the black-haired man said barely audibly.
- I saw, Professor, - the slender gray-haired woman answered in the same quiet way. “We all tried to get him out, but when the magical flows are not full, nothing can be done.
- The trouble is that this pathology could be corrected at about the fifth month of pregnancy, but we have not yet learned how to identify it in time, - the doctor seemed to blame himself for the imperfection of diagnostic techniques.
“So it’s not your fault,” his colleague replied softly. - You did everything you could. Sit now and cannot raise your hands. Drink at least some sweet juice to restore your reserve. Otherwise, you are about to fall asleep.
- Yes, you are right, Mrs. Clara, thank you! - the man with difficulty raised his hand and took from the table a mug filled for him by one of the nurses. The hand was trembling, the juice splashed. The doctor sluggishly noted that he did not even remember who exactly showed such concern to him. - We also need to talk to the parents. I have no right to sleep now.
“I'll talk to my father,” the woman suggested.
“Mrs. Clara, I cannot let you carry this burden,” the Professor began to object.
- Stop, - the medic winced. “I’m putting the worst part on your shoulders — talking with your mother.
She got up heavily from her chair and walked slowly towards the exit from the staff room. She got a little less today than the Professor, the black-haired young doctor even aged fifteen years. Nothing, thought the woman, now she will get sweet, then she will sleep and look younger. He will start breaking hearts again.
In the waiting room sat a stocky man of about forty. He was restlessly fiddling with something with his fingers, his gaze was directed somewhere deep into himself. Noticing the doctor, the man jumped up and rushed to meet him.
“I'm sorry,” Mrs. Clara said quietly. The visitor's face changed, and the woman hastened to add: - Your wife is almost okay. But we could not save your son. We almost lost our Professor with him, who gave the boy all his magic reserve. Each of us made every possible effort. But with such a pathology during childbirth, nothing can be done. It needs to be corrected in the second trimester.
“Murderers,” the man hissed, looking at the tired woman with hatred. Mrs. Clara staggered back, frightened by the darkness that seemed to be coming from him. - I will avenge my son again, you will see.
- Security! The woman screamed.
“Don't,” the man grinned disgustingly. - I am already leaving. Live. For now...
Lyrical fantasy + science fiction + detective. The first novel from the "Dance" series
Helga lives in a world where each person possesses one or another magical gift. Thanks to her potential as a combat doctor, the girl gets a job in a secret organization specializing in the development of new magical technologies in the field of health and longevity. Simultaneously with the transition of Helga to a new position, mysterious and frightening events begin to occur around. The situation for the girl is complicated by a difficult relationship with an attractive employee. Will she be able to deal with the source of the danger and find out the intentions of the boyfriend?
The book is available in Russian and Ukrainian.
If you liked the novel, please take a minute and leave your review. You will inspire Anna to write new works, making your invaluable contribution to their creation.
In the book you can:
+ Change language;
+ Change reading modes;
+ Choose font size;
+ Go to the desired chapter;
+ Receive positive emotions from the plot;)
ISBN: 9781005726126
Anna Molodtsova is the author of novels in the genre of lyrical fantasy, science fiction, detective story and love story. The list of the writer includes books for both young people and older readers. Anna writes a lot and is interesting, the application has her contacts on social networks, subscribe to the pages and follow the news.
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