Female Gynecologist Queens Novels & Stories

"But... you know, because of how things turned out financially, I had to take a nursing job to make ends meet. I currently work at a nursing home." Her mouth formed an O of surprise. "Really? A gynecologist?" "Yeah." "That's great luck, actually." She reached into her purse and pulled out a small business card. "Here you go. I'm the co-director at St. Mary's Private Hospital and we've been looking for someone with your qualifications. If you're interested, I'd love to have you come in for an interview." I stared at the card in her hand. The name printed on it read Dr. Mei Chen, Co-Director of Women's Health.

"I bet the people will have a field day with that." "I bet." I nodded with a smile. Five minutes later, Beth's doctor Wendy rushed into the office profusely apologizing for keeping us waiting but we just waved off her apologies. We didn't wait long. "I'll get down to business." She said. "From the tests conducted on the Queen concerning her abdominal pains, it shows that the Queen has fibroid." Beth and I exchanged puzzled glances. We definitely weren't expecting that. "Fibroid?". I repeated. "How come?".

I responded pushing her hand from me looking back at her. She looked down, “I can’t do that. All I can do is make sure you are healthy, ” she moved to reach for her bag. “How old are you?” Her voice was calm as she took some gloves, putting them on. I never responded as she reached out to me. “Do you mind?” She gestured for me to sit up with her hand. I got up and sat looking as she took a pen and notebook setting them on the nightstand. By the check-up she did on me Eve was a gynecologist who made house calls. She took samples and I didn’t know what was worse, Ty is forcing himself on me or Eve is inspecting me down there. I felt uncomfortable and kept shifting as she examined me.

She didn't dare ask, content to let his hand squeeze her thigh as they drove. The clinic they arrived at was upscale, far beyond what Katherine's modest life had exposed her to, private, elite, the kind of place where the wealthy ensured their secrets stayed pristine. Vincent strode in confidently, his hand at the small of her back guiding her, while she trailed closely, her heart pounding. He led her straight to the gynecology wing, nodding to the receptionist before they were ushered into a pristine exam room. The doctor was a poised woman in her forties, Dr. Elena Reyes, with sharp features and a professional smile that didn't quite reach her eyes when she glanced between them. "Mr. Morri

“Goes to Dr. Hale Davy Walton, Chief Resident in Obstetrics and Gynecology.” My eyes widened as I heard the name called, and they immediately connected to the culprit. What the hell?

He liked that she put so much thought into him and paid attention to small details that others might overlook. "Let's go," Keegan said, taking her hand. "It's time for your check-up." After the examination, Stella and Keegan sat in front of their doctor, Luke Quinn, once again. Luke Quinn was a renowned gynecologist, who Keegan had consulted for Stella. With his glasses perched on his nose, he carefully examined the data. After a while, he looked up at Stella and smiled. "You look much better this time compared to your last visit"

Once the taxi arrived, she carefully helped Queenie into the car. “Don’t worry, Queenie. There's no need to be anxious. Just relax. I’ll get you the best doctor.” “Alright.” Queenie said a little weakly, “Why don't we go to Dr. Lisbon at the municipal hospital? She’s a gynecologist there. I know her, and I feel safer with her looking after me.” Pamela nodded at Queenie’s suggestion. She was right. It was better to be careful. Her daughter was now pregnant with Mason Young’s daughter. That slut, Eva, might be wishing she would miscarry.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

she says, taking me by the hand and escorting me into the clinic while butterflies flap uncomfortably around in my stomach. We’d managed to finish all our paperwork before Doctor Johnson calls Jennifer’s name, taking our papers, and guiding us into one of the exam rooms. Doctor Joanna Johnson is the pack's OB-GYN and the foremost expert on supernatural pregnancies. She’s studied them extensively to the point she’s sometimes called out to other packs to assist the expecting mothers there with their pregnancies, so we’re very lucky to have her. She’s 5’6” with long auburn hair, and bangs curtained to the sides of her forehead. She has rich chestnut eyes, warm peachy skin, a sprinkle of freckle

he asked formally when I was already so uncomfortable with our conversation. "I-I don't know, honestly. I don't have a schedule yet," I replied. "Hmm, why don't you ask your doctor now? So I can adjust my schedule as well," Quintin suggested. He made me think for a moment and I eventually took out my phone from inside my bag and called the person I needed to call. Calling Doctor Chelsea... Quintin kept silent as I talked to the gynecologist about her availability. "I'm free tomorrow around eight to nine," the doctor told her, and while still on the phone, I excused myself to ask Quintin about his schedule for tomorrow.