"Dr. Minho, I heard you needed assistance," a much taller and older man, interrupts your concentration as he forces himself into the tent behind you. "Whaddya need?"

You watch Minho roll his eyes before he turns to you, asking you with his eyes to take over auscultating the patients chest.

"Sorry, Dr. Gaston, h-hello," he stutters, turning around to face the man. "I no longer require your assistance, I have help here now."

You give the new arrival a once over before grabbing your stethoscope and taking over, determined to complete your job and reunite with your daughter back inside. The man looked important. Of course, he'd only show up when the job was almost finished. Men in higher positions only ever did it so they could take the credit. 

"Who's she? Why are you letting a nurse do my job?" he simply states, voice course as he walks across the room. "I didn't think they taught this in nursing school. Can I take over? I mean, it's only right... surely she is practicing out of her scope of practice right now."

"Umm..." Minho grows awkward, not liking the suddenly tense silence but not willing to slice through it. "This is Y/N, she's very talented-

"-yes, I understand she might be talented but it is inappropriate to let her examine my patient," The unknown man, stands beside you, watching you move the stethoscope down his body. "She wouldn't know what she's looking for." 

"What, my patient?" you whisper, confusion etched into your brows.

Minho stands closer to you in what you presume to be a show of possessiveness. You aren't staring at the two as you listen to the patient's breath sounds but you imagine the kind of non-verbal exchange they might be having behind you.

The thought pisses you off. You didn't work this hard to get to this point in your life just to experience this shit all the time. 

You inch closer to the patient as you drop your stethoscope and begin feeling down his body for open wounds and tenderness.

"Stop that," he demands, his voice authoritative and overpowering. "This instance."

"Firstly, no," You scoff under your breath as you stare up at him. "I don't know you and I don't like how you speak of my nursing colleagues. They could probably do your job more efficiently than yourself. Nurses have historically always been more prudent in the care of others," grabbing a pair of scissors in order to cut the man's pants loose, you turn away from the man. The fabric tears in the silence before you look up again, your head in a tilt, eyes slightly narrowed and lips adorning the most arrogant smirk you could manage. "But I am not a nurse. I am a doctor. Does that surprise you? A woman in a white coat? Got a problem with that?"

Minho surges forward, attempting to cut you off "Y/N-

"-I urge you to re-orient yourself to the present, women have the right to an education these days." 

He stares at you, green eyes narrowing as though the idea of a woman being a doctor was some convoluted concept he just couldn't seem to swallow. "My apologies Y/N, this is Dr. Gaston, he is a senior cardiothoracic surgeon here at Seoul Hearts Hospital. He doesn't see much of the outside-theatre world-

"-thank you Dr. Minho, that is quite alright. I can explain myself," he clears his throat before continuing. Stepping forward, he reaches into the resource box and pulls out a pair of bright blue non-latex gloves. "My name is Dr. Gaston and obviously my worst vice is my arrogance. I'm 69 years old, what do you expect from an old man? I lived through a war."

You watch him readjust his bright red bowtie before assessing your chest tube job. "You can't blame me for assuming you'd be a nurse, in my day, women were a minority in medicine."

"We all live through wars Dr. Gaston, hell, we're living through one right now. That does not excuse the behavior you exude out of habit because no one has told you how wrong it is," Feeling down the patient's legs, your gloves come back covered in blood, you frown at your hands. "I can't blame you for assuming I'd be a nurse just as much as you can't blame me for assuming that you're an asshole who imposes their prejudices and male privilege on others-

"-Y/N!" Minho interrupts, placing his hand on your shoulder. "You're going too far. He's a respected senior of ours, he deserves your respect too."

Grabbing the scissors, you cut the patients pants off completely.

"Like hell he does," You snort, shaking his hand off your shoulder. "If you stay silent to those kinds of comments, you're just as bad as him Minho. In fact, if you ever side with an oppressor by staying silent, you are worse."

"Excuse me, who do you think you are?" Dr. Gaston shouts. "I've never met a more rude young lady before in my life."

"Who am I?" Slamming the pair of scissors on the table, you stare at him with a feral looking gaze. "I'm Dr. fucking Y/N and this patient is bleeding out so if you could calm your misogynist self down for a second, I can save his life."

"Y/N," Minho starts "You can't talk to him like-

"-he can't talk to me like that either. Senior or not. I've been working my ass off to save these patients. We're all equals here."

They stare silently at you.

"And tonight, I lost people. My own people, so please just leave me alone and help me save him so I can go back to my daughter and then go home?"

Minho sighs. "Look, you need to understand that we work differently here. We have a hierarchy and you have to respect-

"-Minho, shut up-

"I get you've been awake for 30 hours but come on-

-excuse you, at least I can insert a chest tube, I had to run out here and help you because you apparently missed the opportunity somewhere in your career to learn how to put one in. It's a simple procedure, I don't know how you don't know how to do one-

"-speaking of, your chest tube is exceptional Dr. Y/N," Dr. Gaston interrupts, changing the subject as he looks back down at the patient. "How long have you been practicing?"

Dropping the matter, Minho shakes his head at you before gloving up beside you.

Rolling your eyes, you examine the abrasions and lacerations all over his legs. "Long enough to know how to A, put in a chest tube and B, how to avoid doctors like the both of you."

"What?" Minho asks and you glare at him. 

"Don't pretend like you didn't try to flirt with me earlier because I will leave this tent right now if you do." 

Dr. Gaston laughs lowly, suddenly amused by you. "I don't think you've ever met a doctor like me Y/N."

"Why are you cutting off his pants?" Minho asks to no response, as you all find a large laceration on his calf muscles, mysteriously already packed with gauze.

"Trust me Dr. Gaston, men like you are a majority in this industry. I assure you, I have met doctors like you," gazing back down the wound, you muster. "Did you pack this Minho?" blood begins to drop down the sides of the trolley. 

Minho shakes his head. "I didn't. I didn't even know it was there..."

Ignoring him, you move to recheck the patient's blood pressure. Reattaching the cuff to his arm, you hold your stethoscope over his brachial artery to listen for korotkoff sounds as you inflate it.

They watch your face.

"He's hypotensive," springing into action, you pocket your stethoscope. "He needs more blood Minho, hang a couple more units."

"What's his BP?" Dr. Gaston asks, taking the patient's pulse rate at his wrist. "You never told us."

You falter. "It's 60/59. Behind you is a bag of fluids. Give it as a bolus. I want to wheel in a relatively stable patient for theatre, not a cadaver. Get onto it both of you."

"Yes, ma'am." Dr. Gaston suddenly smiles and it freaks you out. 

"Any other orders?" Minho asks 

"Just one," You grab a face mask from the box beside him. "Don't treat me like I don't deserve to be a doctor, I've worked my ass off to be here and I don't need men like you thinking I don't deserve to be treated decently."

"Anything else?" Dr. Gaston asks. 

"Treat me the way you want to be treated." 

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A/N: A little update for you, we're creeping closer to the end team. I'll be updating every week from here with 1.4-2k chapters. I'll be flying to England in a week, so I can't promise completion soon but if you keep commenting on my work, I can definitely say it helps motivate me to write and post another chapter! 

Thanks for all of your kind words, I love all of you <3

Shout out to @TaehyungsBandana85 for the lovely compliments on my previous update, you made me choke on my coffee and it spilled all down my white uniform! 

Also, am working on a political science / commercial law AU soulmate with Min Yoongi if anyone is a student in those disciplines who could DM me for help lmao :)