Female Gynecologist Queens Mga Nobela at Kwento

◇ 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.

Victoria stated, removing her glasses and placing the test results on the table, while she approached me. After taking a seat beside me, Victoria leaned back on the sofa, carefully observing my expression. "When was your last menstrual cycle?" she inquired. I adjusted my position, placing my handbag beside me. "I think it was around two months ago, but it didn't seem like anything major," I mentioned. "Is there something I should be concerned about, Victoria?" Victoria Quinn was not just a personal doctor to me; she was like an elder sister, a guiding light in my life. Victoria was also a renowned cardiologist, celebrated with numerous awards in her field.

Queen helped his wife take a seat and then said politely, “Doctor, I shall send someone to bring over the item to show you if you’d like. What do you think?” He wanted to determine which item was the cause of his wife’s condition. Otherwise, he would have no idea with whom he should get even! “As you please,” said Kayson unconcernedly. Mr. Queen left in a hurry to make a call while Mrs. Queen smiled and said, “My name is Yvette, doctor. How may I address you?” “Kayson Yarde.” Yvette asked, “Do you work at another hospital, doctor?” “No, I work at a construction company.”

After almost 10 minutes I got my turn. The receptionist was a young woman with white uniform. She looked up at me and asked in a low voice. "Name?" "Bella Thrones.." I saw as she typed on her computer. "What's the problem?" "Uh I feel dizzy and sometimes nauseous......" She thought for a minute before asking , " Are you married mam?" "Uh yes." I was confused. "Alright then I would suggest you go to room 301. Mrs Gina is a very good gynecologist."

I remember going here when I had a urinary tract infection (UTI), probably a year ago. "Mr. and Mrs. Hemenez, I am glad to see you here today. Please, have a seat." She gestured for us to sit .A woman in her mid-fifties greeted us once we came inside her office." Mrs. Hemenez, let me introduce myself," she smiled. "My name is Dr. Diana Lee."I smiled. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Lee." "We both want to be examined to make sure we can have a baby," Dominic said, calm as ever.

“Don’t make me wait. You can change into the blue robe behind the wooden divider there.” Selena gulped as saw the sharpness of that scalpel. She felt intimidated. That was not how she planned things to go. She observed the room for the first time since she walked in, realizing there was one of those scary chairs they used in movies. The kind where the bad guy strapped the hero and performed horrible inhumane experiments on him. Hell no. Then she saw the charts. She stared at them in utter disbelief, “You’re a gynecologist?!” Cassandra wore her mask, her voice colder than she had ever heard her, “I’m an Ob-Gyn. Obstetrician and gynecologist.”

I think if he started selling a tablet for that, I would be the first one to purchase it because I definitely don't want to sleep with Andres because I know I would go into heat soon. My eyes wandered to the silver nameplate on the door as I read his specialties when the frown on my face widened. Wait, is this Doctor Quinn a gynecologist as well? Did Daisy set me up with… I couldn't finish my sentence when the nurse walked out and called me in. I thought Doctor Quinn might be an old man, but I was shocked to see a man around my age seated there wearing a doctor’s coat. “You are not old?” “You look disappointed, Miss. Abel,” he said with a smile on his face, and that was when I realized that

She was middle aged with gray streaking her dark hair and kind eyes behind wire rimmed glasses. "Ms. Queens," she said, looking up. "Please, sit down." I sat. The chair was cold and hard and my legs were shaking so badly I had to press my knees together to make them stop. The doctor looked at me for a long moment. Her eyes moved over my face the same way my mother's had, clinical and assessing. "Ms. Queens, I want to ask you a few questions before we discuss your results," she said. "When was the last time you ate a full meal?"

I knew I stood out; I wasn't there for a check-up, and I certainly wasn't there to browse the brochures. "Welcome to St. Jude," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "Do you have an appointment, sir?" "No," I said, leaning slightly over the counter. "But I need to see the gynecologist, Dr. Hugh. Right now." She blinked, looking confused. "Dr. Hugh is in the middle of a consultation block. He only sees patients by referral. May I ask what your name is so I can check if he’s expecting you?" "Nathaniel Coop," I said, letting just enough arrogance bleed into my tone to make her realize she wasn't dealing with a regular walk-in.

When I got to the reception, I brought out my phone and called Anne. “Hello, Winston?” “Anne, are you in your office?” I asked, “Yes, I am. I have been trying to call you but you were not answering, is something wrong?” “Yes but I can't explain now, when I get to the hospital. I will explain” “Okay…be careful” I ended the call and ordered a ride. •••••• I walked through the large halls of the hospital where Anne worked as a doctor, a Gynecologist to be precise.