[A Collection of Short Stories about Girls Going to the Doctor]

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A Collection of Short Stories about Girls Going to the Doctor Part

One: I want to tell you about my experience going to the doctor.

It was about 5 or 6 years ago, I was only 15 years old, but I was quite tall, looking like a

17 or 18-year-old girl.

One time, I developed a red rash on my thigh that didn't go away for several days. My mother took

me to a hospital to see a dermatologist. The doctor who examined me was a man. After my mother explained my symptoms, the doctor took

me to the back of the room for an examination. I was quite worried; there were so many people in the room, how could he examine me? Moreover,

a young man behind me had been staring at me with ill intent ever since my appointment. My mother, needing to get

to work , urged me to hurry up.

I reluctantly went behind the screen, and the doctor told me to stand by the bed and take off my pants. I pulled my outer

pants down to my knees, and the doctor turned on the light to look at the red rash on my legs. The simple screen couldn't completely block

the view from outside; I could clearly see the young man outside staring at me. The doctor touched my thigh and

asked if it itched. I said no. He then asked if I had any more on my upper body. Actually, I had some on my buttocks, so I had to

admit it. The doctor told me to turn around and take off my underwear. Oh my god, wouldn't everyone outside see?

But I wanted to finish the examination quickly, so I turned around and pulled my underwear down to my thighs. The doctor came over and looked,

then spread my buttocks to look, asking if I had any in front. I said no. But the doctor still told me to turn around,

look down, and look at my genitals. I felt something was wrong, so I pulled my pants up and walked out. After a while,

the doctor came out and told my mother it was just a common ailment, and some ointment would be fine.

Then he casually prescribed some medicine. As I was leaving, I saw the young man behind me looking in my direction.

I don't know if the doctor's actions were right or wrong, whether he was being responsible for me or just taking advantage of a young

girl .

This incident has been etched in my mind ever since, and I've never mentioned it to anyone, but it has made me terrified of hospitals.

I think I was too young then and didn't know how to resist. If it were now, I think I would also choose to run away. Women

may be inherently weaker, especially when they are sick. Men always deliberately try to get close to a woman's body,

let alone offer it to her. But everyone gets sick sometimes. When preparing to have a baby, you have to go to the gynecology hospital for examinations.

I don't know how to handle a similar situation if it happens again, and I don't know if similar things happen during gynecological examinations.

I hope my fellow women can share their thoughts with me. Thank you.

Second, it's unavoidable to be examined by male doctors. It seems that women all have to experience the embarrassment of being examined by male doctors. My first time

was an embarrassing experience, even though I was "fortunate". I had indigestion, abdominal pain, and diarrhea. The internist was a

man in his forties. After one visit, I felt better. The doctor told me to get a complete cure, so I went to see him again around noon.

He was already leaving, but he still patiently examined me. I told him I felt better, but I still had abdominal pain.

He said to do more tests and prescribe medication after the results came out in the afternoon.

I felt that this doctor was good, patient, and had a good attitude. I was glad I met a good doctor. In the afternoon, I went to see him with

the test results. He said there was a problem and that more tests were needed to determine the cause. He called a nurse over, pointed at me,

and told her he was going to perform a sigmoidoscopy. I didn't know what the examination was like.

The nurse led me to the examination room and told me to take off my pants. I hurriedly asked her how the examination would be done, and she said they would insert a scope

into my anus. I thought the nurse was a woman, so I didn't think much of it and did as she said. I lay on my side on the bed, and the nurse inserted

a tube into my anus and administered medication. Then she told me to go to the toilet to empty the medication.

When I came back, the nurse told me to take off all my pants, kneel at the head of the bed, bend over, and stick my buttocks out high. She

brought a light and shone it on my buttocks, then pushed over a small cart with the examination equipment on it. The nurse

closed the curtain by the bed and left. A little while later, the male doctor came in, and I was at a loss when I saw him. He said, "Don't move!"

I was extremely embarrassed, exposing my lower body in front of a strange man... He stood behind me, put on gloves, and

told me not to be nervous. He pushed my buttocks and told me to kneel straight with my legs spread apart. He spread my buttocks with his hands to look and asked

if I was married. I told him I was.

He parted my labia to look. Then he inserted his finger into my anus. It hurt so much I wanted to pull away, but he

held my buttocks down with one hand and told me not to move. He opened a cloth bag in the car, took out a foot-long metal tube, and

smeared oil on it. It was terrifying—that thing was inserted into my anus. When he saw me watching, he laughed and said I was scared. I asked

if it hurt a lot. He said not to be afraid, just lie still and don't move, or it would hurt. He rubbed the tip of the tube around my anus, which made me

a little itchy. He told me to breathe on it and then inserted the tube into my anus. It felt very uncomfortable. When he pulled the tube out, it felt like

defecating.

Then he told me to turn over and lie down, and to hug my legs. He wiped my anus with gauze. He said there was a lump inside, and

he wanted to check if it was my cervix. So he parted my labia again and inserted his finger into my vagina, touching and looking at me. He

told me that the lump was my cervix and that there was nothing wrong with it. I probably didn't have anything wrong with it, but he thoroughly examined

me.

Thirdly, the husband's helplessness: Watching the doctor examine his wife's body in front of him was truly a husband's helplessness! My wife

experienced burning and pain in her urethra when urinating. The gynecologist referred her to a urologist, but the urology department was entirely staffed by men. My wife hesitated,

wanting to reconsider, but I persuaded her to go anyway. After her tests, the doctor told her to go behind a curtain for further examination. I'd heard of male

doctors harassing female patients during examinations, so

I followed her in. The doctor asked me what I was doing. My wife quickly said it was her husband. The doctor

impatiently told her to take off her pants and lie down on the bed. She lay down and mechanically took off her pants. The doctor told her to hold

her legs, then used his hands to spread them apart, turning on the light to shine on her genitals. He (the doctor) was probably annoyed by my presence; while

putting on his gloves, he gave me a smug look, then turned and parted her labia to examine them, touching them and asking if it hurt. She

simply shook her head, indicating no pain.

He then brought out a thin metal rod, parted her labia with one hand, and inserted the rod into her urethra. After inserting it a short distance, he looked

up at her and asked if it hurt. She shook her head again. He pulled the rod out, examined it, and then inserted two fingers into her

vagina, but kept staring at her face. I really wanted to strangle that doctor! He finally managed to pull his hands out, and

she tried to get up, but the doctor told her not to move. He called in another doctor. The second doctor put on gloves and

similarly parted her labia, this time quite far apart, revealing her swollen and shiny vulva, with fluid

flowing from her vagina.

Then they inserted their fingers into my vagina, as if they wanted to put their whole hand inside. Watching them do this, I felt both

angry and helpless. After they left, my wife asked me to get her some toilet paper to wipe away the discharge. Coming out from behind the curtain

felt like everyone was watching me. That feeling was truly unbearable. Every time I think about that scene, I feel like I've been

raped!

Fourth, a male doctor touched my wife's vagina in front of me. I don't remember where I saw your post today, but it was about

going to the hospital for a checkup. The nurse made you take off your pants, lie on the examination table, spread your legs and fix them to a frame,

fully exposing your vulva. Suddenly, several male interns came in and began to examine your vagina with their fingers.

You felt that you were only in your twenties, and exposing your genitals in front of so many men, letting them touch you,

was unbearable.

After hearing your story, I think you've had a tough time. For such a young woman to be exposed

like that , letting them touch you inside and out, the psychological humiliation you felt must have reached its limit.

But compared to my situation, you don't need to worry too much. My wife was only twenty-one or

twenty-two , and the doctor who examined her was also a man. Once, I visited my wife and we were chatting in her hospital room. A male

doctor suddenly came in to check on her.

He lifted my wife's blanket and told her to take off her pants. We had no choice but to comply (it was I

who hesitantly took off her pants). But this doctor wasn't like most doctors who were straightforward (or perhaps that's

just my perception). He very slowly parted her thighs, carefully using both hands to

open her labia minora, placing them on her labia majora, and pressing them down. Then he wiped the sensitive area with disinfectant.

After a while, he explored the vaginal opening with his index finger before gently inserting it into her vagina.

Good heavens, he didn't even use gloves, it was full skin-to-skin contact. While

exploring looked up and gently asked her, "Does it hurt?" It was as if my wife and I were flirting.

Another man was being so "bold" with her in front of me—how could I possibly endure this torture?

My wife is very beautiful, with fair skin and a voluptuous, alluring figure. If I weren't there, it would have been better; with me present,

she could only blush and try to get through this embarrassing moment for both of us. Fortunately, we

never . I can only treat it as a kind of remedy: who told you to marry such a beautiful wife?

It's natural for others to have bad intentions.

Fifth, the doctor's advice: I am a urologist, and I understand your situation. Urological examinations sometimes require

patients to undress, and female patients' family members (mostly husbands) often want to be present to supervise the doctor's procedures. I

believe this: 1. shows distrust of the doctor, even insulting them. 2. increases the stimulation for female patients. Female patients

are not as familiar with urological examinations as they are with gynecological examinations; they often don't know what to do after undressing.

The doctor helps them into the correct position depending on the examination.

Since examining the genitals, any position can be embarrassing for a woman. The doctor observing and touching their genitals

is a stimulation to the woman's mind and body. If someone was "observing" nearby, especially her husband, it

intensified her arousal. Once, a young woman on her honeymoon in Beijing came to see a doctor with her husband. The test results

showed a urinary tract infection. Just as I was about to prescribe medication, she complained of vaginal pain. When I asked if it was urethral pain, she said no.

I asked her to lie down on the bed for examination. I drew the curtain, had her take off her pants, and lay down with her legs raised and spread. I

noticed some redness around her vulva. I asked her where it hurt, and she pointed to her vulva. Pulling back the foreskin, I saw

some redness. It was probably due to her husband's rough handling during their honeymoon. At that moment, I felt the curtain move. Turning around, I saw the

husband peeking through the gap. I felt extremely disgusted, as if I had done something to his wife.

Looking back at the previously normal patient, her face was flushed, and her vagina was wet. I simply moved aside, letting the man

see the woman's genitals. I asked if her husband had touched her, and she said yes. I wanted to tell that man, it was his

fault ! When I pulled back the foreskin of the woman's vulva, it was clearly erect. To get revenge on the man, I

slowly inserted my hand into her vagina. The woman kept glancing at her husband by the curtain, looking shy.

I touched her cervix and asked if it hurt. She honestly said it hurt a little and felt a bit sore. As I withdrew my hand

, white fluid flowed from her vagina. Afterwards, I saw the man looking utterly dejected. So my advice is:

husbands shouldn't watch doctors examine their wives!

Six, his good and bad: Last summer, I had a lump on my stomach and went to see a surgeon. I deliberately sat down in front of the doctor in his forties

because the other doctor was younger. I explained my symptoms, and the doctor stood up and told me to come with him. He led me

to the examination room across the hall, closed the door, and had me lie down on the bed. I lifted my skirt to show him the bumps. He looked at

them, then touched my stomach, pulled up my shorts, and pressed on my lower abdomen. He said I had a lump there. I was very

nervous . He said he wanted to feel inside, and I said I wasn't married. He said he would feel my anus. He told me to take off my shorts and kneel on the bed.

He pressed on my back and told me to spread my legs and stick my buttocks up.

He put on gloves and spread my buttocks and labia to look. I don't know if he touched or just touched my labia minora, but I felt a little itchy.

Then he inserted his hand into my anus. It hurt terribly. After he finished, he inserted a metal tube into my anus and pulled it out.

He asked if I still felt pain. I said yes.

He said I was too nervous, and that a massage would make it better. He rubbed my anus with one hand and spread my

labia with the other, then rubbed my clitoris. I was so itchy that I tried to move away. He told me not to move. He

pressed down on and rubbed me with the other. He asked if I felt better. I quickly said it didn't hurt anymore. Looking at his smug look,

I felt both angry and ashamed. I had been taken advantage of and couldn't even complain!

Seven, My Experience: About six months after I got married, I experienced pain in my urethra when I urinated, so I went to see a urologist. The nurse

told me to wait outside a consultation room, put my medical record inside, and left. When the doctor called my name, I opened the door

and saw only a man. He recognized me; he was my high school classmate. We chatted for a bit before I saw him.

He told me to get some tests done and come back to him. When I returned from the tests, he was examining a young woman lying

naked on the gynecological examination table. I thought, "Oh no, will he examine me like that too?" Then the doctor told the woman to

get off the bed and told me to wait.

After she left, he looked at the test results and said to me, "You have a urinary tract infection. Take off your pants and let me get checked."

I was stunned. It was embarrassing to be checked, but I couldn't refuse. He smiled and said it was okay, don't be shy. I am worried

Yu Di took off his shorts, which was really difficult. Just as I was about to get into bed, he called me over. I walked to him naked from the waist down

. He put his hand between my legs and asked where it hurt. I said it hurt when I urinated. He told me to turn around and bend over.

He spread my buttocks apart to look. Only then did he tell me to get into bed. He put on gloves and came over, spreading my labia to

look. He asked me to point out where it hurt and asked how it hurt. I said I kept wanting to pinch it. He pinched my labia minora and asked, "Is it like this?" I nodded

.

Then he inserted his fingers into my vagina, pushing them in very hard. One finger pressed against my clitoris, which made me feel

itchy and swollen. He also asked if my husband touched me during intercourse, saying that unclean hands could cause infection. Finally,

he used a clamp to spread my vagina open to look. After the examination, he told me to come back for a check-up in a week, otherwise it might become chronic.

A week later, I went to see him. He asked how I was doing. I said the pain was gone. He said to take off my pants so he could check again. I took off

my pants and walked towards him. He said, "Let's get into bed." He stood beneath me, making me spread my labia. He bent down,

putting looked. He asked, "Why is there white stuff? Did you have sex last night?" I blushed and nodded. He laughed

and used tweezers to clean me with cotton wool.

As he wiped my clitoris, the itching made me twitch uncontrollably, and he watched as I continued wiping. My vagina started leaking fluid

. I couldn't move, but I was afraid to. He smiled smugly and said, "Are you getting a little excited?" I said

no . He said, "Then why is your vagina leaking?" I didn't dare speak. He inserted his fingers into my vagina, forcefully touching

my cervix, while his other hand touched my clitoris. I felt both itchy and painful, my legs trembling

. I couldn't hold back any longer and could only wiggle my hips. He laughed and said, "Bear with it." I said, "Stop touching me, I can't take it anymore." He touched me a few more times and

said, "Your sex drive is quite strong." Then he put me down. I had no strength left. As soon as I finished wiping myself,

he came over and hugged me. I impulsively kissed him. Afterwards, I regretted it, but I was still excited.

8. A doctor's confession: I was assigned to work in gynecology. A doctor's key is medical skill, not gender.

Why do you focus on the doctor's feelings when you're seeking treatment? If a woman experiences sexual response during a gynecological examination by a male doctor,

it means she's healthy. If she has no response at all, that's when something is wrong.

Female patients are often reluctant to be examined by male doctors when acquaintances are present, fearing word will spread that she

's been seen or touched by a man. At other times, even if it's her first time being examined by a male doctor, she'll cooperate. Frankly

speaking,

it's impossible for a healthy man to have no .

No matter how proud a woman is, when she's naked, she'll become as docile as a lamb, which

changes , making you feel dominant. Most patients will show signs of sexual arousal during the examination. If you look into her eyes at this time,

her reaction will be very strong. One patient told me that her reaction during my examination

was stronger than when she had intercourse with her husband. Over the years, because I've been able to help my patients well, several have become my

good friends . I don't know why, but they say that in front of me, they feel like they're naked, without any secrets.

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