Female Gynecologist Queens Novels & Stories

The spring-like smile on his lips made him look easygoing and approachable, but his thin lips showed that he was a cool and indifferent man. Freya gasped. “Are all doctors these days this hot? He looks like a male model posing in front of a camera for a movie.” “You’re good at joking, Ms. Lynch.” Chester smiled. “Let’s go. I’ve arranged for a doctor to take you there.” “Sorry for the trouble. I can just go by myself.” Catherine felt embarrassed. After all, she was going to the gynecology department because of that kind of matter. Chester shook his head and smiled. “That won’t do. Shaun personally called me to nag at me.”

Camila walked into the living room with her phone. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and called the number on the screen. It was only eleven o’clock. More than likely, the Green Lady Lounge wouldn’t even be open. As I was about to hang up, I heard a voice. “Green Lady Lounge, how can I help you?” My hands began to tremble. “This is a long shot, but I’m looking for Leah Renner.” “No one works here by that name.” “I was wondering if you knew how I could get ahold of her.”

"I wasn't expecting Dr. George." "Dr. George is one of the top gynecologists in the world," the nurse said, her tone almost reverent. "Are you sure you want to give this up, miss? His waiting list is usually six months long. You're very lucky to get in today." Kristine swallowed hard. The cramping in her lower abdomen pulsed as if reminding her why she was here in the first place. Her condition could not wait. She had already put this off for too long. And honestly, he did not seem to recognize her anyway. Maybe five years had erased her from his memory completely. Maybe she was just another patient to him now.

They look as they should. Perfect. Untouched. Then the Queen Mother arrives. Her presence shifts the entire room. Silence follows her. Power follows her. “Where is my daughter in law?” she asks, her sharp gaze moving across the hall before settling on Lila and Viola. I do not answer. Not immediately. Something in her voice feels different. Heavier. More knowing. My mind moves quickly. Kiana is not here. She should . The thought settles. Slow. Unwelcome. My gaze shifts toward the doors. The silence stretches. And suddenly It feels wrong.

I asked in a whisper. Only then did Richard let go of my hand unwillingly. The doctor did a quick examination, asked a few questions, and soon the gynecologist arrived. After the problem in the emergency room was solved and the doctor treated my wounds, I was transferred to the gynecology clinic. This place reminded me of Doctor Aaron. Unfortunately, we weren't at the hospital where he worked. The doctor attending to me was a female doctor specializing in gynecology. We were given priority to skip some of the queues at the back due to my alarming condition.

she whispered. Not again. Not this time. Upper East Side, Manhattan – 11:01 A.M. Coleridge Private OB-GYN Clinic The black SUV came to a gentle stop in front of a quiet brick building. A small gold sign on the wall caught the sunlight: Coleridge Maternal Wellness. A security guard in a suit stepped forward and opened the back door. Katherina stepped out slowly. She wore a cream coat draped over her shoulders and a soft cashmere scarf around her neck. Her makeup was perfect, her hair neat and shiny. Her dress showed a small but clear baby bump.

She paused deliberately, then added in a casual tone, “By the way, you and Mr. Gibson have been together for years now, haven’t you? How come you still haven’t…” Her eyes drifted meaningfully to Xena’s flat stomach. “Oh. I’m sorry. That’s too personal.” A small, almost sympathetic smile curved her lips. “I’ve heard the specialists at Atlantis City First General Hospital are excellent with fertility treatments. You might want to book a consultation.”

"This is a gynecological consultation. Would you mind stepping outside?" "No. I want to know whether she’s pregnant or not," Max answered bluntly, and irritation appeared on the doctor’s face. "In that case, I’m afraid I can’t help you," she said calmly, spreading her hands. "If you wish to be present during the examination, you may visit any other hospital. Preferably a cheaper one—perhaps a bribe will help you there. Hundreds of women walk into this office hoping their secrets will remain within these walls." "Max, please," I said quietly, looking at my husband.

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ears as I spoke. “He? No fucking way. We are going to look for a female gynecologist.” He stated firmly, making me rolled my eyes. “Come on, Jake. He is a doctor.” “I don’t want some random guy looking at your vagina. We are getting another female doctor. Period.” He replied sternly and I gave up on it. “I will get an appointment next Monday and I’m putting it on my calendar. So next, what about your job?” He was so focused and involved in this which made him look so damn hot. My eyes focused on his plump lips as he licked it, making me drool.

"Who is your ob-gyn? I want your doctor to be a woman.” Nickson's sharp and cold words made Blakely snort. Turns out Nickson was really mad at her. Well, that's better than Nickson's disgusting sweetness. She was more used to handling Nickson's cynicism than her gentleness. “My ob-gyn is Doctor Monica Francess. She is a fifty-year-old woman who has been practicing as an ob-gyn for the past twenty years. What do you think, Nickson? I chose my doctor well, didn't I?”