On my first day at the urology department, I stumble upon an affair between a female doctor and her patient.

When I push open the clinic door, I hear a woman's muffled moans coming from behind the screen. Then, the screen rattles as bodies clash against it.

I stand at the door, not knowing what to do.

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients.

The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination".

I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"

Later, I discovered that Jade had actually requested to transfer to the urology department. Most female doctors avoided urology at all costs, and those unfortunate enough to be assigned there would pull strings to transfer out. This revelation confirmed the rumors about Jade's flirtatious nature.

My curiosity about Jade grew, though I hadn't yet had the chance to meet her in person.

Last month, I had some conflicts with colleagues in my department, which made them marginalize me. As a result, I was transferred to urology department. I was assigned to share Jade's office since the department temporarily lacked a separate consultation room, and the director, Caleb Jefferson, wanted Jade to mentor me.

When I arrived to report for duty that afternoon, I found the consultation room locked. Assuming Jade hadn't returned from her lunch break, I used the key Dr. Jefferson had given me to open the door.

I knew something was amiss as soon as I opened the door. From behind the privacy screen came sounds—a woman's muffled gasps, followed by the unmistakable noise of the screen being jostled.

I froze at the doorway, still clutching my box of miscellaneous items. I was uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Then I heard the hurried sounds of clothes being straightened.

After a brief pause, a woman emerged from behind the privacy screen. This was my first glimpse of Jade Clemens. My mind registered only one thought—she was truly captivating. No wonder those male doctors had been so eager!

Though Jade wore the standard white lab coat and did nothing extraordinary to enhance her attire, she somehow transformed that ordinary uniform into something alluring.

The modest coat couldn't disguise her curves, with only her calves visible beneath the hem. She was like a mystery draped in translucent fabric, revealing just enough to stir desire.

I stood frozen, forgetting to speak. Jade's delicate features showed a touch of discomfort as she tried to maintain composure despite her flushed face while greeting me.

"Dr. Shaw, I presume? Sorry about this—having to share an office with me temporarily."

She led me to my seat, bending down to pull out my chair. When she leaned forward, I inhaled sharply and discreetly averted my gaze. She avoided making eye contact with me throughout this interaction.

In the awkward atmosphere, she returned to her seat with reddened cheeks and began writing prescriptions with downcast eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally emerged from behind the screen, took his prescription slip, and left with obvious embarrassment.

As a young, virile single man, having no reaction to Jade would have been abnormal. Yet I found myself deeply ashamed of my response.

Though her face—a perfect blend of innocence and allure—was undeniably attractive, this first encounter made clear that the rumors hadn't emerged from nothing. Still, she simply wasn't my type.

Jade began teaching me the urology department's workflow, system operations, and departmental regulations. I deliberately kept my distance throughout our interactions, though she seemed completely unaware, remaining gentle, polite, and soft-spoken.

I couldn't find a single trace of the flirtatious woman I'd heard about. Despite her exhaustion, she would tactfully leave during lunch breaks, giving me privacy in the office. I gradually began to reassess my prejudice.

Unfortunately, this pleasant period didn't last long. One afternoon, close to the end of the shift, a colleague from our hospital registered as Jade's patient.

I recognized him—Ross Berger, an orthopedic surgeon with a notorious reputation.

Initially, I assumed he had genuinely contracted some condition through his promiscuous lifestyle and needed help. But when he signaled for me to leave, I suddenly understood. He was there seeking a fling.

After days of working with Jade, I felt somewhat protective toward her. I pretended not to notice his signal and kept my head down, focusing on organizing patient records.

To my surprise, Jade looked up at me with embarrassment. After a long pause, she asked me with her face flushed and eyes nearly welling with humiliation, "Dr. Shaw, would you mind delivering these lab results to the ward for me?"

I was shocked and furious that she could use such an innocent, pleading expression while making such a brazen request.

An inexplicable anger swept through me as I walked out of the office with the lab results in hand.

As my anger subsided, I felt ashamed realizing what had truly bothered me. It was the fact that patients could easily become intimate with Jade, while I, despite our close proximity, hadn't received the slightest interest from her.

After delivering the lab results, I returned to the office under the pretense of retrieving something instead of tactfully ending my shift. Ross was just emerging from behind the screen, wearing a smug smile.

He remarked that Jade's "technique" was indeed masterful, and he would return next week for another thorough checkup. He pronounced the word "technique" with suggestive emphasis, making it sound unbearably sleazy.

Jade once again wore that uncomfortable, evasive expression, which only provoked more teasing comments from Ross.

I suppressed my disgust and despised myself for being unable to stoop to his level of depravity.