Chapter 2

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 tight—what 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 leave—she 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 room—who 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 skills—it's all gained by seducing men!"

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