Female Gynecologist Queens Novels & Stories

she called out. I quickly stood up. “That’s me,” I said meekly. She graced me with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Sheila Monroe. I’m going to be your gynecologist.” “It’s nice to meet you too,” I said. “Is there anyone else here with you today?” “Yes, I’m here with my aunt and my beta,” I answered. Cheryl and Bianca stood up with pride as they came to stand at my side.

Glenna's face turned anxious, "Is everything alright? Is Allegra not feeling well? Does she have a fever?" I didn't want to give too much away, so I brushed her questions aside, "It's nothing serious. Can you just do me another favor and call a female doctor for her, maybe a gynecologist or someone?" Confused, Glenna questioned, "Why does Allegra need to see a gynecologist? Is something wrong?" I dismissively wave my hand, "Save these questions for Allegra, and before you call the doctor, take care of the couch in the living room."

"I can understand I will advise you to see a gynaecologist if you want I can recommend you one. Dr Sakshi is the director of the gynaecology department of the hospital and is a wonderful doctor. She is on duty at the moment, if you want I can give you the direction of her consultation room" "My instincts tell me that I know her. I have heard her name somewhere." Thought Sujata while going towards the consultation room. Dr Akshit has asked a nurse to accompany her. She went inside and then ushered Sujata. There sat a lady in her early fifties with sharp features. "Good morning doctor" As soon as she took a look at the doctor her eyes were filled with excitement and she exclaimed "Sakshi aunty

“I meant Dr. Queen.” The nurse nodded, still looking mildly curious but professional. “She’s on the third floor. West wing. First office past the consultation suites.” “Thank you.” She nodded and walked off, and I stood there a second longer. Dr. Queen. The name sat in my chest like a stone, but not in a bad way. She had done it. She had become everything she dreamed of being, and then some. I didn’t understand the twist in my chest as I turned toward the elevator. It wasn’t regret. Not entirely. And it wasn’t guilt. Not fully.

Sonnet persuaded, “Let it go. He looks like he’s the doctor of the resort. Maybe there’s a medical emergency.” As they walked out of the conference building, they heard footsteps and then the same doctor and a gray-haired female doctor ran past them from behind, heading toward the medical room. "We don’t have a specialist gynecologist here, and the girl also refuses to let a male doctor examine her, so we had no choice but to ask for your help,” the doctor from the resort said as he ran. The female doctor asked in a deep voice, “What exactly is the situation? A gynecological emergency? If it’s an emergency, quickly call an ambulance to take her to the city. The equipment here is really not a

I didn't even have lunch. She stood beside me and washed her hands while I patted the face powder on my face. "Don't worry. I am a doctor." She pulled out her wallet and passed me the visiting card. "Tell me your symptoms, I assure you I can help you." I read the information on the card which she gave me. Dr. Crystal Wills. Ob/Gyn. My eyes widened. "I came here to attend a seminar here." She explained. Yes, there are many venues here and she must be the guest from another one. Maybe I can trust her. She looked professional in the suit which she was wearing.

But at the same time, I didn’t have the energy. Another set of footsteps caused us to stare in the direction from which it came. Doctor Brooklyn walked forward, and what looked like a male doctor walked beside her. Holding onto what looked like an envelope, she stopped in front of us. With a polite nod to me, she stared at the rest of us and said. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen; I am Doctor Brooklyn, Felix Whitmore’s confidant and friend. I work in the gynecology department of this hospital, but I am here to enforce something Mr Whitmore himself ordered me to do in case of an emergency like this.”

She continued, "So you must be Katie's gynecologist?" The gynecologist swallowed nervously and answered, "Yes. You … Do you need something from me?"

After the couple is out of sight, Dordrich picks up his phone and has an important conversation. Aziel and Loraine report to the hospital counter and are immediately escorted to a doctor's room. A friendly gynecologist with reading glasses on his nose meets them at the door. “Hi, I am Doctor Bhagwanpersad. I also treat Kaylah who referred you to me.” They shake hands and then disinfect them right away.

◇ MYKAELA ◇ Every tick of the clock on the wall felt like a prison sentence. I sat in one of the patient chairs, the bright lights above me seemingly buzzing louder with each passing second. This freshly painted consultation room looked bigger than the one Enzo and I sat in almost two weeks ago. The furniture looked brand new. It was Dr. Sharma's clinic—her newest one here in Schenectady. Dr. Larissa Sharma, a family friend, was my gynecologist when I was still living here, before I got into med school. The doctor sat across from me in her swivel chair, her fairly wrinkled hands crinkling the sheets of paper on her desk.