The news of Rayleigh's beautiful girlfriend had swept through the hospital like wildfire, igniting a frenzy of excitement and curiosity among the hospital's staff. Those who had been fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the beautiful and stunning woman couldn't resist sharing their observations with their colleagues, painting a vivid picture of her beauty and grace.
The young doctors and nurses, driven by a burning desire to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured Rayleigh's heart, began to hatch their own schemes. Some even went so far as to attempt bribing the security guards, hoping to gain access to the surveillance footage from the night Rayleigh had brought her girlfriend to the hospital.
"You guys are so stupid," came a voice from behind the group, drawing their attention. It was Tamara, a senior nurse in the hospital and Rayleigh's assistant. "Why bother bribing the security when you could just follow her Instagram?"
The group of eager employees turned to Tamara; their faces were a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "She has an Instagram?" one of them asked, their voice dripping with disbelief.
Tamara shook her head; her expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Of course she does," she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm. "She's a flight attendant, for goodness sake. Didn't you know that the doctor you all adore so much has a social media account too?"
"No, we don't." The group exchanged sheepish glances, realizing that they had been so consumed by the excitement of the situation that they had failed to consider the obvious. Tamara, ever the observant and pragmatic one, had seen through their antics with ease.
One of the female young doctors quickly ran after Tamara, clutching a fresh cup of coffee. She sat down across from the seasoned nurse, her eyes shining with eagerness.
"Well, how much do I have to bribe you to give us Dr. Rayleigh's Instagram?" the young doctor asked, her voice barely containing her excitement.
Tamara smirked, glancing over at the rest of the group that had gathered behind the eager young doctor. "Well, how about free meals for a month?" She proposed, her eyebrow raised in challenge.
"Deal!" the young doctor exclaimed without a moment's hesitation.
Tamara's grin widened. "I want it written on paper with your signature, though," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.
The young doctor's face fell slightly. "Oh, come on, Tamara," she complained. "Do we really have to do that?"
"Of course," Tamara replied, taking a sip of her chilled mineral water. "Or you can just ask Dr. Rayleigh herself."
One of the male doctors in the group spoke up, his voice laced with frustration. "You know she'll never tell us," he grumbled.
"Exactly," Tamara said, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief as she prepared to take a bite of her lunch.
The young doctor sighed in resignation. "Sure, sure, we'll do it," she conceded. "A month's worth of meals for Nurse Tamara, whatever she wants."
"Excellent," Tamara said, her smile widening. "Have it written up and signed, and I'll give you Dr. Rayleigh's username."
Rayleigh rarely updates her social media, only updating her accounts when she has a new medical journal publication or a prestigious seminar to attend. Despite her impressive accomplishments and her status as the apparent heir apparent to the hospital empire, she maintained a remarkably low profile, preferring to let her exceptional work ethic and genuine compassion for her patients speak for themselves.
Within the hospital area, Rayleigh was known as a kind-hearted and friendly doctor, a stark contrast to the sometimes-demanding nature of the medical profession. She never raised her voice, rarely complained, and always made sure that the interns under her charge were well-equipped to handle their responsibilities. Rayleigh would patiently answer their questions, guiding them with a gentle approach and allowing them to learn at their own pace, without the pressure that often characterized the training of young medical professionals.
I This nurturing approach, combined with her constant commitment to her skill, made Rayleigh a favorite among the hospital staff. Her coworkers, both experienced and young, valued her clinical knowledge and dedication to giving the best possible care to her patients.
When she had a tough surgical procedure, she would treat the entire surgical team to a well-deserved meal, a gesture that not only increased morale but also developed a sense of solidarity among the personnel. She would also make it a point to bring food to nurses and attending physicians who were working double shifts, knowing how difficult long hours and hard workloads can be on one's physical and emotional health.
Despite her professional success and the privileged background that came with being the child of the hospital's owner, Rayleigh remained remarkably humble and private. She rarely spoke about her personal life, preferring to keep the focus on her work and the well-being of her patients. It was a testament to her character that her colleagues knew so little about her outside of the hospital yet held her in such high regard.
Rayleigh's younger brother, Kevin, was a stark contrast to his accomplished sibling. A reckless and ambitious young man, Kevin had aspirations of becoming an actor, much to the dismay of their father, Nicholas MacKenzie. The hospital's current president had never trusted his son with any significant responsibilities, knowing that his carefree and impulsive nature would likely lead to more harm than good.
When Nicholas approached retirement age and the time came in the future, he's already set to hand over the hospital to Rayleigh as his successor. Her solid dedication, her caring manner, and her proven track record of excellence had made her the obvious choice to carry on the family legacy.
"Wow, she's beautiful." One of the male young doctors makes a comment once they quickly follow Rayleigh's Instagram and see the tag name of the woman next to her: @Rose_ijs
The moment the young physicians and nurses saw Rayleigh's girlfriend's Instagram profile, they were completely charmed. The woman's natural beauty was beyond outstanding, with an ethereal, goddess-like quality that captivated them.
Her skin was flawless, with a warm, honey-kissed shine that appeared to come from inside. Her beautiful features were framed by a cascade of luxuriant, raven-black hair that shimmered like silk in the photos' mellow sunlight. Her eyes, a hypnotic blend of warm, deep browns, seemed to reflect the knowledge and depth of a woman much older than herself.
As the group scrolled through her page, they were enthralled by the effortless beauty and grace she projected in every perfectly chosen photograph. Whether posing against the backdrop of a sun-drenched beach or the twinkling lights of a bustling city, she radiated confidence and poise that were both attractive and intimidating.
"Holy sh*t!" one of them exclaimed, their eyes wide with awe. "No wonder Dr. Rayleigh is so whipped."
"I'm what?" A deep, familiar voice suddenly cut through the group's hushed murmurs.
"Whipped, I mean, doctor Rayleigh is surely hot, but her girlfriend... girl, she's hawt!" The other male doctor spoke too fast.
"Oh, is that so?" Rayleigh replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah, doctor Rayleigh is a lucky motherfucker, and her girlfriend is a lucky bitch!" They keep going on without realizing the subject of their gossip is standing behind them.
"Oh, that's how you young people say these days?" Rayleigh said, her tone laced with a hint of amusement.
Tamara, who had been observing the scene with a knowing smirk, couldn't resist a quiet chuckle.
"Dr. Rayleigh!" the young doctors and nurses exclaimed in unison, their eyes widened with disbelief and nervousness. The young doctors and nurses froze, their heads snapping up to meet the amused gaze of Dr. Rayleigh herself, who was standing behind them, her arms crossed over her chest.
Rayleigh's gaze swept over the group; her expression was calm and collected. "Yeah, done with your meals?" she asked, her tone casual.
The young doctors and nurses nodded mutely, their tongues were tied with a combination of humility and shame. Rayleigh let out a soft sigh, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. "Well, don't let me interrupt your little gossip session," she said, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "Just try to keep it down, would you? I'd hate for the rest of the hospital to hear about how 'whipped' I am."