The Female Urologist They Tried to Silence

As the only female doctor in the urology department,

my surgical skills were so exceptional that every time appointment slots opened up, they'd be snatched clean by patients in seconds.

But today, I'd been sitting in my office for a full hour without a single patient showing up.

When I asked the young nurse what was going on,

she looked me up and down with a scornful expression:

"A woman deliberately staying in the men's clinicdo you think I don't know what you're really up to?"

The appointment system opened right on time. Three seconds later, all slots showed "Fully Booked."

This was my normal.

As the only female doctor in the urology department,

not only was my scalpel steady, but my precision reached millimeter-level accuracy.

Patients seeking my care had to fight to snag appointment slots down to the very second.

Yet today, I'd been sitting in my examination room for a full hour without anyone showing up.

The wall clock ticked away steadily.

I glanced at my computer screenthe queue list was completely empty.

Maintaining my composure, I stood up to pour myself some tea.

Just as I took a sip, someone knocked on the examination room door. John, a familiar patient, poked his head in, his face full of confusion.

"Dr. Christie, aren't you off work today?"

I looked up at him. "What makes you say that?"

"I camped out on the app last night to book an appointment, but the system didn't even show your name. I thought you'd gone on vacation or something."

John waved his phone at me. Sure enough, the screen showed my name grayed out, unavailable for booking.

I set down my teacup, already understanding what had happened.

The hospital's appointment system was managed entirely by the nursing station. Doctors only had scheduling privilegeswe had no authority to change appointment availability status.

I walked out of the examination room and headed straight to the nursing station.

The new intern nurse, Fiona, was sitting with her legs crossed, scrolling through videos on her phone.

When she saw me approach, she didn't even bother to look up.

"Nurse Fiona, why were all of today's appointment slots closed?" I got straight to the point.

Hearing my voice, Fiona tossed her phone onto the desk with a cold laugh.

"They're closed because they're closed. If no one books, the system automatically shows it as closed."

"What, is Dr. Christie here to inspect my work?"

"The system doesn't automatically close slots that are fully booked," I said calmly.

"You're new, so if you're unfamiliar with the procedures, I can teach you. But the appointment slots need to be restored immediately."

Fiona acted as if she'd heard the world's funniest joke. She suddenly stood up, leaning forward, her knuckles rapping against the desk one tap at a time.

"Christie, who are you trying to fool?"

"This is the urology departmenta men's clinic. Any man would blush just hearing about this place."

"And you, a woman, you force your way in here, dealing with all that disgusting stuff every dayaren't you ashamed?"

"I don't think you're here to treat patients at all!"

"As a fellow woman, I can see right through what you're really thinking."

I understood completely.

This kind of malice born from gender discrimination

I'd seen it too many times. Arguing would only waste time.

I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her, dialed the director's internal line.

"Dr. Christie?"

"What can I do for you?"

"Director, the urology nurse Fiona has closed all of my appointment slots today without authorization, and her attitude has been extremely poor."

The line went silent for half a second, then came the sharp sound of a chair scraping back.

"What? Dr. Christie, don't worry, I'm coming right over!"

Fiona rolled her eyes and sneered.

"What, calling for backup? Are you three years old?"

I ignored her, hung up, and stood quietly against the wall.

Less than five minutes later, urgent footsteps echoed through the hallway.

The director arrived with beads of sweat on his forehead, practically running.

When he saw me, he didn't even pause to catch his breath. He rushed straight to the nursing station and bellowed:

"Fiona! Who gave you the authority to touch Dr. Christie's appointment slots!"

Fiona hadn't expected the director to actually come in person.

Her face instantly went pale, but she still stubbornly held her ground.

"Director, a woman bossing everyone around in the men's clinic goes against protocol. I was just protecting the hospital's reputation..."

"Shut up!"

The director was furious, pointing right at her nose.

"Do you have any idea how much medical revenue Dr. Christie brings to this hospital with a single surgery?"

"You're here pushing gender discrimination? Are you here to work or to play boss!"

Then he turned to the head nurse standing nearby and roared, "Right now! Immediately!"

"Restore all of Dr. Christie's appointment slots. If there's still a system malfunction within ten minutes, you're all fired!"

Fiona was completely stunned by this display.

She clutched the folder in her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the pressure.

The next day, the examination room was as crowded as usual.

I kept my head down, writing up medical records. Sitting across from me was a young man looking thoroughly embarrassed.

He was a programmer who, due to prolonged sitting and irregular sleep schedules, had developed some unspeakable problems.

"Dr. Christie, this condition... it can really be cured, right?"

His voice was extremely low, as if afraid someone outside the door might hear.

I didn't look up, typing several lines of medical orders into the computer, my tone calm:

"As long as you follow my treatment plan, all your indicators will return to normal within a month."

"Don't worry. This is very common in clinical practice."

Just then, the examination room door was violently shoved open.

Bang! Fiona strode in.

"Door shut so tightwhat kind of shady business are you doing in here?"

She looked at the man sitting across from me and said sarcastically:

"Dr. Christie, already scouting for targets?"

"I think you've been working in urology so long you've developed some weird fantasies about yourself, haven't you?"

The programmer was so startled his face went pale. He nearly jumped out of his chair.

I set down my pen and stared coldly at Fiona.

"Get out. I'm seeing a patient. Don't interfere."

But Fiona not only didn't leaveshe doubled down, walking right up to the desk and pointing at the patient's nose.

"Don't let her fool you! Women like her specifically target young, good-looking guys like you."

"She pretends to treat patients, but we all know what she's really after!"

The programmer's face turned bright red. He grabbed his medical records and tried to bolt.

I reached out and pressed my hand against the edge of the desk, signaling him not to panic, then turned to Fiona.

"Are you here to cause trouble or to work?"

"Cause trouble? I'm exposing your true colors!"

She sneered.

"Everyone, come take a look at our so-called urology expert."

"Doors closed in the examination roomwho knows what kind of inappropriate dealings are going on in here!"

Her voice was extremely loud, drawing more and more curious onlookers from the hallway.

Just then, my phone lit up on the desk with a crisp series of notification sounds.

The messages were from a pinned group chat.

"Dr. Christie, the prescription you gave me last time worked wonders. When are you free? I've prepared a gift for you."

"Dr. Christie, can you squeeze me in for an appointment? I'll pay whatever you ask."

"Are you busy? When can you come over to the house? Mr. John's chronic condition was cured thanks to you."

Fiona had sharp eyes. Before I could even grab my phone, she lunged forward and snatched it away.

"Let me see exactly which men you've been fooling around with behind the scenes!"

She shouted while eagerly unlocking the screen.

The moment she looked, the light in her eyes changed completely.

Because aside from me, everyone in the group chat was a top-tier figure from various industries.

Not only did they praise my miraculous medical skills in the group every day, but they also frequently sent me private requests and invitations.

Fiona held the phone high, showing the screen to the crowd gathered at the examination room door, her voice trembling with excitement:

"Everyone, look clearly! This is her true face!"

"What expert, what medical skillsit's all gained by seducing men!"

"Look, all these men are lining up waiting to date her. This is solid evidence!"

Instantly, the crowd erupted in discussion.

I could feel various gazes sweeping over mecurious, contemptuous, eager to watch the drama unfold.

But I simply stood there, watching Fiona coldly, watching her perform with such effort.

Just then, a series of urgent footsteps approached.

"What's going on here? Making such a racket first thing in the morningwhat kind of behavior is this!"

The department head had arrived.

He'd been passing by when he heard the commotion and came over with a furrowed brow.

Fiona acted as if she'd found her savior.

She immediately dropped her aggressive posture and rushed to the department head, her eyes brimming with tears as she pointed at me.

"Chief! Your timing couldn't be better! You must seek justice for the hospital, for us honest, hardworking nurses!"

Fiona choked up as she handed the phone to the department head.

"Look at this! Christie... she's just too much!"

"As a doctor, she's carrying on with these shameful activities in the examination room, having inappropriate relationships with so many patients' families!"

The department head took the phone and glanced at the group chat messages on the screen.

When he looked at me again, his eyes clearly showed disgust.

"Christie! This is absolutely outrageous! As a doctor, where is your medical ethics?"

"Where is your professional integrity? What is all this? You've completely disgraced the hospital!"

I didn't defend myself. I didn't even blink.

Seeing my attitude, Fiona became even more emboldened.

"Chief, she was also reported by patients before, which is why I closed her appointment slots."

"Now she's gotten even worse, acting like she's so capable!"

She embellished the story, bringing up the incident when I'd contacted the director, conveniently leaving out that she'd been the one who tampered with the system first.

"People like this should be fired immediately, or else our hospital's reputation will be ruined by her!"

The department head's face turned iron-gray.

He glanced at the crowd of onlookers, then at my expressionless face, and finally slammed his hand on the desk.

"Suspension! Christie, you're suspended for one week effective immediately. Go home and write a thorough self-criticism and reflect deeply!"

"After one week, we'll hold a hospital meeting to discuss this further and make a final decision!"

"Until then, you are not to set foot in the examination room!"

The declaration caused an uproar.

Everyone expected me to resist fiercely, or at least defend myself.

After all, while I didn't talk much at the hospital normally, I was always decisive in my actions, and my skills were universally recognized as top-tier.

This kind of punishment was undoubtedly a deep humiliation for me.

However, I simply walked straight to the desk and picked up my phone.

Then, in front of everyone, I pressed the option to "Dissolve Group Chat."

Finally, I said coldly: "I apologize."

Apologize? To whom? For what?

I didn't give anyone time to react. I simply dropped those words lightly and left the hospital.

A week passed quickly.

I'd just stepped through the hospital entrance with my resignation letter when Fiona raised her voice:

"Oh, Dr. Christie actually knows to come back?"

"I thought you'd just packed up and run off! How about itdid you write your self-criticism with tears streaming down your face?"

"Did you deeply reflect on all those shameful activities of yours?"

As she spoke, she deliberately covered her mouth and made exaggerated expressions at several nearby nurses watching the drama.

I acted as if I hadn't heard anything and walked straight to Human Resources.

When my colleague received my resignation letter, a flash of surprise crossed their eyes.

But they didn't say much, just silently began processing the paperwork.

Fiona was clearly infuriated by my indifference. She followed behind me relentlessly, her mouth running nonstop:

"Acting so high and mighty? You think resigning will clear your name?"

"A shameless woman like you should have been kicked out long ago! Save our hospital's reputation from being tainted!"

I never gave her a single extra glance from start to finish.

After submitting my resignation, I began packing my personal belongingsa thermos, a few professional books, and my well-worn stethoscope.

There wasn't much. I finished packing quickly.

Picking up my bag, I turned and walked out of the examination room without looking back.

Fiona continued her sarcastic taunts behind me.

I paid no attention, walking all the way to the hospital entrance.

The sunlight was just right, warmly falling on me as if washing away all the gloom.

However, just as I was about to step through the gate, a piercing screech of brakes suddenly rang out.

Followed by a second, a third...

Within seconds, ten identical top-tier luxury cars pulled up in perfect formation right at the hospital entrance.

The spectacle immediately stopped every passerby in their tracks.

The car doors opened almost simultaneously.

Ten pot-bellied executives in suits practically ran out of their vehicles.

Their gazes cut straight through the crowd, locking onto me as I was about to leave.

"Dr. Christie!"

"Dr. Christie, you're finally here!"

"Dr. Christie, why did you dissolve the group chat? Did something happen? We've all been waiting for you!"

They surrounded me in a chorus of urgent voices.

The entire hospital entrance fell dead silent.

Every gaze, filled with disbelief, landed on me.

I slowly turned around and smiled at Fiona, who still stood frozen in place, her face deathly pale.