Taking my fiancée to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor

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The weekend coincided with the Spring Festival, and my fiancée (we've already registered our marriage, but haven't had a chance to go back to China for the wedding yet) came to spend the New Year with me from another city. Today, I went shopping with a friend in Chinatown of a nearby city to prepare for hot pot on New Year's Eve.

Before coming, my fiancée strained her shoulder muscles while playing tennis. She's seen a Western doctor, but it hasn't healed, and she still can't exert much force with her right arm. My friend, who went shopping with me, strongly recommended a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Chinatown who specializes in treating sprains and bruises, because he went there to treat his own muscle strain from playing soccer recently, saying that the doctor's medicinal wine was very effective. So, before shopping, we went to see the doctor.

His place was a bit hard to find, but luckily, my friend led the way, and we found it on the second floor of a building. It was just one room, with one wall lined with small drawers for Chinese medicine, and glass bottles in the cabinets soaking in many strange things. A screen separated the back half of the room, so you couldn't see what was behind it. There were no other patients, so we went straight in.

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor was an elderly man in his fifties, somewhat overweight, balding, and wearing a clean white coat; he seemed respectable enough. He remembered a friend and asked how the recovery was going, to which the friend replied that he could play soccer without problems. So my fiancée and I thought this doctor seemed reliable.

However, what happened next was a bit unreliable. We thought he would just ask about the situation and give us some medicinal wine to take home. But the doctor asked my fiancée to take off her coat so he could check the injury and see if any tendons or bones were damaged.

My fiancée hesitated at first, because if it was a bone problem, a Western doctor should be able to tell, so she told the doctor. The doctor, however, coaxed us, saying that if Western medicine could cure it, why would we come to him?

We thought about it and agreed, so my fiancée took off her coat, revealing a thin sweater underneath. My fiancée has a great figure, 1.67 meters tall, and a 34D bust. The thin sweater accentuated her figure, making her breasts appear very large.

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner first massaged several points on my fiancée's shoulder blades, asking if it hurt. Then he pressed his hand on her upper chest, and then directly onto her breasts, one hand grabbing her large, round breasts through her sweater, the other pressing down on them, asking if she felt any pain.

My fiancée said it hurt. Then the practitioner asked her to lift her sweater so he could see. My fiancée seemed a little embarrassed and looked back at me. I noticed that her nipples had been hardened by the practitioner's touch, clearly visible through her sweater. My friend, who was nearby, must have seen them too.

At this point, the practitioner suggested that the men should leave for a moment. Although I didn't quite trust this practitioner, I didn't want my friend to see my fiancée exposed. So my friend and I got up to leave.

But my fiancée said it was cold outside and asked me to wait inside, implying that my friend could leave. Perhaps she didn't quite trust the practitioner and wanted me to stay with her. But my friend chimed in, "Yeah, it's cold outside, so I didn't go out. I just sat down with you."

My fiancée, feeling awkward about telling him to leave, turned slightly away from us and lifted her sweater.

Luckily, she wasn't wearing the see-through lingerie she wore the night before, but her current bra was still somewhat see-through, and the TCM doctor could still see her areolas.

Although her back was to us, the doctor's posture showed him directly grabbing and kneading her white breasts.

After a while, he said there was no need for medicated wine, just a plaster. Then he told her to come behind the screen to have the plaster applied. When she stood up, her sweater was still on top of her bra, and now even my friend could see her black, semi-transparent lace bra. Fortunately, he was far enough away that he couldn't see clearly.

The TCM doctor led her behind the screen, took out the plaster—the kind of black TCM plaster—heated it over an alcohol lamp for a while, and then applied it to her.

Behind the white gauze screen was a window, making it quite bright. Although the screen wasn't transparent, you could see the shadows behind it, so you could see the fiancée taking off her entire bra. Then, you could vaguely see the traditional Chinese medicine doctor applying something to her breasts, massaging it, and then sticking the plaster on the upper part of her breasts. Damn, he probably saw everything now.

Afterwards, he told us to come back in a week to change the plaster. When we asked how much it would cost, he said we'd pay at the second change, and if it didn't work, he wouldn't charge us. I don't know if he was confident in his medical skills or just wanted to see his fiancée's big breasts again -___-

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