The Mafia Boss Fell for the Doctor “At First Sight ”💔 _ Learn English With Story 🔥 ||Graded Reader📚

My name is Grace Miller and I was 32 years old when one night changed my life forever. I was a doctor at a busy hospital in Chicago. My life was simple. I worked long hours, drank too much coffee, and came home too tired to cook. I did not believe in love at first sight. I believed in facts. A

heart needed oxygen. A wound needed treatment. A broken bone needed time. Love. Love was something people talked about in movies. At least that was what I believed before I met him. It happened on a cold Thursday night. The emergency room was unusually quiet. I was standing at the nurse's station checking a patient's report when the

hospital doors suddenly opened. Three men rushed inside. Two of them were wearing black coats. The third man was carrying someone in his arms. Doctor, one of them shouted. We need help. I looked up. The man in their arms was covered in blood. Put him here," I said. They placed him on the hospital bed. He was a tall man,

maybe in his late 30s. His black shirt was soaked with blood, and there was a deep cut near his stomach. But what surprised me was his face. He looked calm. Too calm. Most injured people cried, shouted, or looked afraid. He didn't. His eyes were closed, but his face looked strangely peaceful, as if

pain was something he had already learned to live with. Move back, I told the men. They obeyed immediately. I started checking his pulse. He's losing blood. I need an IV now. One of the men stepped forward. Doctor, please save him. I will, but you need to let me work. He nodded. As I began treating the wound, the

injured man suddenly opened his eyes. I froze for half a second. His eyes were dark and tired, but there was something warm hidden inside them. He looked directly at me. Not at the nurses, not at the machines, at me. Our eyes met, and for some strange reason, the noisy emergency room seemed to disappear.