Female Gynecologist Queens Novels & Stories

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."

"As I mentioned earlier, today our hospital is welcoming three new doctors. I hope all of you can work together for the progress of Santa Monica Hospital." After that, one by one, Asher asked the new doctors to introduce themselves. "Hello, I'm Haris, an anesthesiologist." "I'm Jasson. A specialist in orthopedics." The last one left to introduce herself happened to be a woman. "Thank you for the welcome. I'm Regina. A specialist in obstetrics and gynecology. I hope to work well here." Regina smiled broadly. She looked at each of the doctors in front of her.

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.”

"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?”

Madeline sighed and tapped her feet on the floor anxiously before her eyes caught some pictures of little kids, babies and a chart of medical terms on female hormones and female reproductive system on the walls of Beatrice's office. It wasn't until for another thirty minutes and Dr Beatrice stepped into her office. Madeline turned her neck to see a tall and beautiful woman probably in her early thirties with chestnut coloured hair and spectacles that highlight the colour of her eyes. She was a beauty and had a very beautiful figure to that of a model and she would know as she works in that field. The long white coat and the stethoscope around her neck only added to her being a super fine doc

“Okay, so let's see…” the OBGYN said as she ran the monitor on Rosette's flat belly. After the results was confirmed positive, Khein immediately secured an appointment for ultrasound. They have to make sure the child will be safe and sound. With the most prestigious and most expensive hospital in New York, Khein was able to get a one day appointment with the best OBGYN in the city.

Alice spoke next, but her voice was almost a whisper, so I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed here, but curiosity got the best of me. I slipped beside the medicine shelf, leaning forward just enough to read the title on the file. “Patient: Alice Walton. Attending physician: Dr. Izzie Shepherd (OBGYN).” OBGYN? My steps faltered. Why would Alice need a gynaecologist less than twenty-four hours after her wedding? That question struck me like a blow to my gut. I tried to listen more, but the rest of the conversation was cut short because of an emergency case of delivery. The doctor attended the woman at once and before I could escape, Alice’s gaze found me

“Ma‘am, there’s nothing seriously wrong. You fainted from emotional stress.” “Then why am I in the OB-GYN department?” Cecilia’s gaze dropped to the woman’s chest, spotting the badge: Obstetrics & Gynecology – Attending Physician. Her heart lurched. The doctor instinctively looked down, panic flashing across her face as she shoved the badge into her pocket. “It—it’s nothing, really. Your room just happened to be available here. That’s all.” “Tell me the truth.” Cecilia’s voice went icy. “I have the right to know.”