The story of medical university

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I entered Nanjing University from a small city in 2008, experiencing the vibrant life of a big city for the first time. It allowed this student, who only knew how to study, to taste the joys of life. I studied clinical medicine. Upon entering the department, I first met my senior, a year older than me but the same age. Unlike the other senior students, who had spent many years in clinical practice before getting in—you could call them seasoned veterans—my senior had a boyfriend, her undergraduate classmate. I'd seen his picture; he was very handsome, but like most college graduates, they lived in a long-distance relationship. My senior said I resembled him a bit, perhaps because we shared a similar humor and lack of worldliness. My senior had a great figure, over 1.6 meters tall; the only flaw was some freckles on her oval face. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the entire department. All the men in the department liked to joke around with her, but she had a great personality and loved to joke with us too, sometimes even telling dirty jokes. Perhaps because she was closest to me in age, we were the best of friends. Once, I left my phone at the department and forgot to bring it. She secretly read my text messages. A classmate had sent a message about a snake jokingly saying that an elephant's penis was on its face, and the elephant said it was better for its penis to be on its face than its face to be on its penis. When I came back, she stared at me. I asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "Your penis on your face is so small!" I scolded her for reading my text messages, but she said, "We're all in the medical field, what's there to be shy about?"
Once, we were performing an appendectomy on a female student from a university. For such minor surgeries, every department was vying to do it. Because it was an epidural, some patients would experience urinary retention, requiring catheterization. This was usually our job as assistants, but considering the patient was a nice young woman, I wanted my senior colleague to do it. Besides, I thought it would be less psychologically taxing for the patient if she did it. That's what I thought. But when I suggested it, my senior colleague disagreed. She even said, "You're the one doing it today!" To be honest, female catheterization is much easier than male catheterization, but it's usually male doctors who catheterize male patients. This was my first time catheterizing a female patient, and it went smoothly, but my hands were still shaking badly when I parted the patient's labia minora. After the surgery, my senior colleague laughed and said to me, "I see your little snake is moving, is it looking for its mother?" I looked down and said, "No way!" She just giggled.
Sometimes I would joke with her in front of everyone in the department, and she wouldn't get angry. She would use her elbow to guide me and say, "I'll flatten your little penis!" Although my senior colleague and I had a good relationship, no one in the department thought I was her boyfriend because she and her boyfriend had a very good relationship, frequently contacted each other by phone, and spoke to each other gently but with a touch of cheesiness—at least that's what I thought. One summer, we were on night shift together. Doctors can sleep on duty, unlike the nurses. In the on-call break room (which has beds, computers, and central air conditioning), she said, "You should take a look at that patient with hepatic encephalopathy. I'll rest for a while." Then she took off her white coat and shirt and went to sleep. When she took off her shirt, I could clearly see her fair skin and milky-white bra. But my colleague didn't try to hide it from me. I even jokingly said, "If you sleep, where will I sleep?" She replied, "Come on up and squeeze in if you're sleepy." I knew she was joking. Afterwards, I felt bored and wandered around the ward. The critically ill patient had reached the stage of hepatic encephalopathy. For him, every hour he could endure was a miracle. All his family members were there, seemingly just waiting for the patient to die. Indeed, the patient's death would be a relief for him. When I went in, the patient was delirious. I went up to check if his left subclavian lymph nodes had hardened, a hallmark of liver cancer and almost all late-stage cancers. At this point, any action by the doctor is just psychological comfort for the patient. I touched her a few times, and the patient just kept counting. I found it interesting, so I gently pressed on her, and she kept counting in rhythm with me, up to 38. I left without saying anything. After a while, a family member suddenly ran over and said, "Doctor, something's wrong!" I asked him what happened, and he said the patient suddenly stopped talking nonsense. I rushed over to check on her. Thankfully, she was still alive; she was probably just resting. I still woke up my colleague to report the situation. To be honest, I just wanted to see her fair skin again. After I woke her up, she turned over and looked at me with sleepy eyes, asking, "How are your other vital signs?" I said they were mostly normal. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep. I could only see a white bra under the blanket, and beneath the bra, a deep cleavage. My heart was pounding. Honestly, for patients like this, the doctor's orders are usually already written. Unless it's ventricular fibrillation or something, the doctor usually won't go back to check on her; the nurse can handle it. That night, I chatted all night with two female intern nurses, telling all sorts of dirty jokes. So much so that the next day, the nurses on duty complained to the head nurse, calling me a pervert! Not long after, some of my undergraduate classmates came to Nanjing to visit. You know, some doctors become quite slick after a while in the department, and some pharmaceutical representatives, to win over doctors, even take them out for "entertainment." My classmate said that once, a pharmaceutical representative took all the male doctors in his department out to dinner, and then they went to a bathhouse. After the bath, the other senior doctors were nowhere to be found. He had to leave dejectedly, having already paid for his bath. When he asked where the others were, the staff told him they had all gone to a private room to rest. He felt the coldness of human nature at that moment. These guys came to Nanjing to visit me, and after a few drinks, they asked me where I wanted to go for some entertainment that night. To be honest, I didn't know either, so I just said, "Let's go see my senior sister!" That night, I really drank too much. Not long after, one of my senior brothers defended his doctoral dissertation. My senior sister was his secretary, and the boss invited two top professors from Xi'an and Shanghai. The defense went very smoothly, and afterwards, they had dinner. That day, my senior colleague wore a tank top and a short skirt, exuding unparalleled charm. She was also a formidable woman at the dinner table, her alcohol tolerance no less than the men's. Although we weren't at the same table, I watched her drink glass after glass, and while the professors teased her, I secretly worried for her, inwardly cursing them: "These beasts!" About halfway through the meal, she suddenly left the table. I thought she might be going to the restroom, touching up her makeup, or adjusting her clothes, but I was a little worried, so I followed her out. I saw her come out of the restroom and sit in another empty private room for a while. I went in and approached her, asking if she was alright. She didn't answer. I don't know where I got the courage to get close to her; perhaps her perfume was too alluring. I stroked her shoulders, looking down at her. She leaned in and pressed her face against my upper body, rubbing against my chest. That was the first time I felt the tenderness of a woman, and I also felt aroused. My hands roamed over her body, finally settling on her breasts. They felt smooth as hot electric mice, soft as cotton candy. I quickly leaned in and bit her nipple. The feeling was like having a piece of xylitol in my mouth, yet I dared not chew it forcefully, only trying to lick it with the tip of my tongue, savoring its faint fragrance.
Suddenly, my senior sister whispered, "Hurry up." Then she spread her legs and slumped weakly onto the table. I quickly moved closer, struggling to control my initial excitement. My senior sister's head was tilted back, her expression one of great pain. I had been very careful, worried about hurting her, and she kept reminding me to be quiet. I could feel her moans were no quieter than mine. These moments usually pass quickly, probably less than a minute. In the final instant, my senior sister handed me a tissue box, saying, "Don't get it on me." I quickly pulled out a lot of bills and placed them at the bottom before daring to pull them out myself. Perhaps I was too excited, because a lot of them spilled out, but thankfully I had prepared beforehand, so my senior sister wasn't too embarrassed. Across from us, the lively atmosphere of clinking glasses continued. After a few seconds of calm, my senior sister straightened her clothes and said, "Why don't you go out later?" I felt like a child obediently listening to my mother. Once she calmed down, my senior sister still appeared very poised and elegant in front of everyone. But when I faced the crowd, I couldn't look her in the eye. For a long time afterward, my senior sister and I didn't say a word. A junior student probably noticed something and asked if I had offended her somehow. I could only shake my head and say no. After some time, we resumed some conversations, and although we joked around a bit, it wasn't as unrestrained as before. A year later, my senior sister graduated, but I wasn't the secretary for that year; instead, I worked very hard to help her with all the odd jobs during her graduation. That year's dinner party was the most humiliating I've ever had in my life. Everyone else was still so happy, so much so that a visiting professor told the boss I was honest, unlike the others who were so glib! I'm about to graduate, but my feelings for my senior will always be that Norwegian Wood deep within my heart!

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