When I was 16 and needed a physician to sign my paperwork to obtain a driver’s license, I made an appointment with a random doctor. Sitting in the waiting room, I realized I was the only male; every other waiting patient was a woman in her 30s.
The waiting room was packed, but a name was called every two minutes. When my name was called I went in and the doc, a morbidly obese man in a chair, filled out and signed my papers without ever looking at me. The only thing he said was, “pay her” and his “nurse” (imagine a Halloween sexy-nurse costume) took my ten dollars.
A year later I was not surprised to read that he was writing prescriptions for “diet pills”. Women (mostly) paid him to write prescriptions for amphetamines. He allowed zero refills, so his patients had to come in and pay on a regular basis. He got away with this for years.