Teacher, I'm injured.

Du Yi's least favorite subject was math, mostly because of the serious, never-smiling old lady on the podium. As a retired teacher who had been rehired by the school as a "key research staff member," she was far too dedicated.

The blackboard was already densely covered with formulas and theorems, but Du Yi's eyes were elsewhere; his mind was already on the playground—the next class was PE. He was wearing his newly bought Feiyue sneakers, intending to dribble past the defense and score easily, just like his idol Ronaldo.

It was an ordinary early summer day in 1998. Du Yi, a third-year middle school student, was energized by the cheers of all the girls in his class. He charged into the opponent's penalty area like he was on steroids. Two defenders tried to intercept him, but he easily bypassed them with a quick cut and pull. The goal was right in front of him. He spotted an opening and unleashed a powerful shot. The goalkeeper made a desperate dive, but being a primary school student, he couldn't reach the ball flying towards the top corner.

Goal! A cheer erupted from the sidelines. Du Yi, excited, sprinted and roared, experiencing a sense of accomplishment he had never felt in the lifeless classroom. He remembered Ronaldo's grass-skimming celebration, and felt possessed by his idol; he had to do it himself to truly feel the thrill. So, as he ran, he suddenly leaned back, his knees buckling as he slid forward.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a World Cup stadium, but just an ordinary playground at a northern middle school. The grass was practically bare, and even the few remaining weeds were trampled into clumps. Du Yi fell face-first to the ground. When he finally reacted and scrambled to his feet, a large patch of skin had been scraped off his knee. As blood slowly seeped out, a piercing pain began to rise.

The joy of his recent goal was completely washed away by this embarrassing ordeal. The physical education teacher, who was sitting on the sidelines acting as referee, came over to check on his injury, frowned, and told him to go to the school clinic immediately for treatment and bandaging. Seeing him grimacing and limping, Xu Yiting, the class monitor who had been cheering him on in the cheerleading squad, offered to go with him. Having just lost face in front of the whole class, Du Yi refused to back down, stubbornly declaring, "A real man doesn't need help with this little injury." Under Xu Yiting's amused and exasperated gaze, he walked off the playground, feigning nonchalance. However, as soon as he was out of sight of everyone, he crouched down, groaning in pain.

Opposite the main teaching building were three rows of single-story buildings, mostly offices for teachers of each grade. The school clinic was in the corner of the third row, and Du Yi gritted his teeth and finally made his way to the door. The head of the school clinic had previously been a man, who had been transferred to a nearby elementary school last semester. She was replaced by a young female teacher surnamed Bai, who was said to have recently graduated from medical school.

"Reporting, teacher," Du Yi knocked nervously on the door. He had always been afraid of hospitals, shrinking back at the sight of needles.

"Come in," a soft voice responded from inside.

Du Yi took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter the room. The room wasn't large, containing only a desk and a bookshelf against the wall, several shelves crammed full of books. Next to it was a small single iron bed, the kind commonly seen in hospitals, with a wire strung across the wall above it, a cloth curtain threaded through it, forming a simple movable screen.

The person who was reading at the desk looked up and sized up Du Yi. Noticing the other person looking at him, Du Yi lowered his head and nervously stared at his new sneakers, as if he could see through the shoes to his anxiously tense toes. "Um, Teacher Bai, I, I'm injured."

Bai Lu was startled by the little boy's leg, which was covered in blood. She quickly went over to check on him. The bleeding was quite heavy; the bloodstains obscured the wound, and some had already stained his shorts and socks.

"Quickly take off your shorts and socks, and go to the tap over there to rinse it," she gave a brief order, then turned to get iodine and alcohol swabs from the drawer.

He quickly took off his shoes and socks, but the thought of taking off his pants made Du Yi panic. This kid was going to wear the new underwear his mom bought him when he left home this morning, but then he remembered he was going to play soccer in the afternoon and couldn't bear to. The brand new underwear was already wet and dirty; no wonder he'd get scolded. So, thinking he was clever, he just wore his soccer shorts to school. Now look what's happened! If the teacher finds out he's not wearing underwear, he'll be mortified.

Bai Lu, having finished getting her medicine, turned around and saw the boy still standing by the tap, blushing and fidgeting. She was furious and wanted to scare him: "Excuse me, your shorts will touch your knee wound. That could get infected. If you don't treat it quickly, you might become disabled, and you'll never be able to play soccer again." Hearing this, Du Yi forgot all about being shy. He gritted his teeth, pulled his shorts all the way down, and quickly clasped his hands tightly around his crotch. Seeing this, Bai Lu understood and found it somewhat amusing, thinking, "He's quite concerned about privacy, huh?" Seeing the little boy's face was already red, she didn't say anything more. She squatted down and started wiping the wound with an alcohol swab. After cleaning the blood, she found that although the wound was large, it was just an abrasion, and the bleeding had stopped on its own. She breathed a sigh

of relief and applied some iodine to the wound. The alcohol made Du Yi hiss and gasp, feeling a new pain in the wound. He looked down and saw that the teacher was applying a purple medicine to the wound, and he roughly understood that it was for treatment. To avoid the pain, he tried to look away, but inadvertently saw another scene. The teacher,

Ms. Bai, was squatting on the ground, concentrating on applying medicine. She hadn't had time to change out of her white coat and was wearing a V-neck short-sleeved shirt. When she bent over, most of her chest was exposed. From Du Yi's angle, he could see her breasts, which were covered by a bra, bouncing like two little rabbits with the movement of her hands, and occasionally a pink nipple protruding from deep within.

Du Yi's mind went completely blank. He had seen his mother's breasts before, but that was back in kindergarten. Since starting elementary school, his mother would always kick him out of the bedroom when she changed clothes. His impression of breasts was the curves of women's chests on the street. To an elementary school student, this was no different from the curves of men's bellies through their clothes.

Now, seeing a woman's breasts so clearly again, at such close range, caught Du Yi off guard. However, another unexpected thing happened next—Du Yi felt his penis, which he was holding tightly, begin to change.

This change wasn't unfamiliar; Du Yi had seen it many times in the past week. Every morning when he woke up groggily to urinate, he would be surprised to find that his penis, which he pulled out of his underwear, was no longer limp but erect. At first, he was startled and didn't understand what was happening, until he remembered the "Physiological Hygiene" textbook that his homeroom teacher had given him at the beginning of the semester but hadn't taught since. He vaguely remembered a chapter about this situation. He quickly shook off the urine droplets, ran to his desk to look at the document, and figured it out—this was called "erection," a natural phenomenon of male sexual maturity. After urinating, even if the penis is still erect, it will soften again after a while.

However, he didn't feel the urge to urinate, but his penis stubbornly swelled up. This sudden situation was completely beyond Du Yi's expectations. No matter how he changed his hand position, he couldn't hold it back. The head of his penis, like a green seedling that had just been bathed in spring rain, stubbornly broke through the gaps between his fingers and emerged.

The application of medicine was nearing completion. Bai Lu was puzzled. He had been whimpering softly in pain, but suddenly there was no sound at all. She put away the medicine bottle and looked up.

The scene before her stunned her. The boy's face was flushed red and he was silent. His hands were twisted together between his legs, and a engorged, white-pink penis was stubbornly peeking out from his hands, still rapidly growing larger. And its owner simply closed his eyes, looking as if he had given up on treatment and resigned himself to fate.

The small school clinic fell into an enigmatic silence, with only the sound of hurried breathing filling the air.

Finally, Bai Lu broke the silence, as if she had made a huge decision: "Young man, why didn't you tell me about this illness sooner?" The expected mockery and criticism didn't come. Du Yi opened his eyes in confusion: "Ah, what illness?" "Let me check," Bai Lu frowned, gently but firmly pushing aside Du Yi's hand that was covering his groin. Beneath his smooth, fair belly, the penis of this 15-year-old boy was erect for the first time. Bai Lu reached out and slowly grasped it, carefully pulling it towards her before releasing it. The penis, unwilling to be outdone, quickly rebounded, swaying resiliently like a flagpole.

Seeing the teacher's serious expression, Du Yi couldn't help but tense up. "Teacher, my penis is like this, isn't this what the book says about an erection? How can it be a problem?" Bai Lu then reached under his two shrunken testicles, gently weighing them, feeling their softness and weight. Then, stroking along the base of the penis to the swollen tip, she said, "This is the problem. You see, this is called the foreskin. Sometimes it grows too long, and your penis gets covered by it. When you urinate, dirt will be left behind, and over time it will become inflamed. Because of the inflammation, your penis will swell up, just like now!" Du Yi panicked upon hearing this. It wasn't an erection, but inflammation and swelling. "What should I do, teacher? It only started swelling every morning last week. It didn't happen before. Because it gets smaller and softer after urinating, I didn't think much of it." "Oh dear, student," Bai Lu stood up with a serious face, "In this situation, you should come to the school clinic to see a teacher as soon as possible. It's been a week already, and it might even be infected and suppurating!" Infected and suppurating? Du Yi's scalp tingled. He had heard this term before when he accidentally cut his finger while playing with a kitchen knife as a child. He had received many injections in his buttocks back then, and for a week, he was in so much pain that he could barely walk. "Teacher, I don't want a shot, can I take medicine instead?" "This area is different from the buttocks, there's not much flesh there, you can't get a shot here." Bai Lu turned and walked to the door, closing the half-closed door and gently locking it. "To reduce the swelling, we must first clean the dirt under the foreskin, and then force out the infected tissue fluid. Go lie down on the bed and draw the curtains." At this point, Du Yi could only obediently lie down, watching Teacher Bai take out a few alcohol swabs from the drawer and pull up a chair to sit on the edge of the bed. The swollen penis was restlessly throbbing on his stomach. Bai Lu used her left hand to hold it upright, and then her right thumb and forefinger circled around the foreskin, gently pulling it down little by little. The pink glans hidden under the foreskin slowly emerged, but it couldn't move halfway out. When she pulled it down further, Du Yi cried out in pain. Bai Lu took an alcohol swab and applied it to the area where the glans and foreskin met, the medical alcohol seeping in little by little through the gap. Du Yi's sensitive glans twitched, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain.

After a few minutes, Bai Lu finally managed to pull the foreskin back all the way. She applied some alcohol, then grabbed some Vaseline from the bedside table and smeared it on, before suddenly pulling it down sharply. The entire foreskin was finally pulled back completely, revealing the coronal sulcus. A complete and tender young man's glans was presented in Bai Lu's hands like a work of art.

Du Yi sprang up from the bed in pain, but Bai Lu immediately pressed him back down: "The foreskin is finally back up. Don't move around. We still need to clean the dirt inside." Fortunately, the pain was only momentary, and now it felt cool, so he lay back down.

Bai Lu grabbed a cotton ball soaked in saline solution and gently wiped the coronal sulcus and the inside of the foreskin. There was indeed some yellowish smegma accumulated there, but not as much as he had imagined, and it was quickly cleaned. The young penis, now "skinned," had lost its earlier arrogance. The inner skin, touching the air for the first time, blushed pitifully.

"Student, now the teacher is going to help you expel the tissue fluid causing the inflammation and swelling. If it hurts, you'll have to bear it," Du Yi said, craning his neck to look. Bai Lu was slowly grasping his still erect penis from the base with her right hand, then rhythmically stroking it up and down.

The foreskin, pulled back, followed her fingers upwards, wrapping around the glans. Du Yi felt a slight pain, but after a few strokes, the pain disappeared, and a strange sensation slowly spread from his penis.

It was a tingling sensation that Du Yi had never experienced before, as if a small insect was crawling around in his lower abdomen. His penis seemed to have swelled up a bit more, and he was a little worried that his frighteningly swollen penis might suddenly burst.

Looking at Bai Lu by the bedside, the continuous stroking seemed to have made her a little tired, but she didn't slow down her right hand's movements at all. She even gently grasped and rubbed Du Yi's "testicles" with her left hand. The seriousness and focus in her eyes were gone, replaced by anticipation and excitement as she stared intently at the increasingly large penis in her hand.

It seemed that Teacher Bai had a lot of confidence in her massage therapy techniques, Du Yi thought to himself. Just then, a current suddenly ran from the back of his head through his spine to his lower abdomen. Du Yi felt this sensation was both familiar and strange. He whispered, "Teacher, I think I need to pee." Hearing this, Bai Lu suddenly smiled, increased the pressure and speed in her hands, and gently comforted him, "It's okay, this means the tissue fluid is about to come out, relax." Du Yi did want to relax, but the muscles in his buttocks and back involuntarily tightened in waves. He involuntarily arched his back, feeling that he really couldn't hold it in any longer. "Teacher, I really, I need to pee, get out of the way!"

Ms. Bai seemed not to hear, her right hand quickly sliding down to the base of his penis, then gripping and forcefully twisting it back up. As the foreskin covered the glans, Du Yi suddenly straightened his legs, his whole body stiffened, and his buttocks lifted off the bed. A thick, white liquid gushed from the urethral opening at the tip of his penis. Bai Lu's hand was still there, and the hot, cloudy fluid flowed down the glans onto her fingers and the back of her hand.

Du Yi's mind went blank. Although he had witnessed it, he was completely unable to comprehend what had happened.

He fell heavily back onto the bed, his body still convulsing uncontrollably as if electrocuted.

Bai Lu picked up her hand, which was covered in the fluid, and smelled it. A sweet, fishy odor filled her nostrils. She was familiar with this liquid, but this smelled far better than anything she remembered. She stared at her sticky fingers for a while before letting out a soft breath and wiping them clean with a tissue.

A quick glance revealed the little boy still lying on the bed, staring blankly, his penis limp and resting on his stomach. Bai Lu chuckled and tossed him a tissue: "Classmate, I've forced out the fluid, and your penis is less swollen now." Du Yi snapped out of his daze, looked down, and sure enough, his penis had returned to normal. He picked up the tissue and wiped the fluid from his stomach, asking, "Teacher, is this white stuff the inflamed stuff?" "Yes, it's because of this inflammatory fluid inside your penis that it swells up from time to time." "Then why did I feel like I needed to pee earlier?"

Bai Lu pondered for a moment, "That's because this fluid was trying to come out of the urethra, so it stimulated the penis and made it misinterpret it as urine." Du Yi nodded, seemingly understanding.

"Ring—," came the bell outside; it was the end of class. Bai Lu stood up and took Du Yi's shorts, shoes, and socks to the bedside. "Hurry up and put them on and go back to the classroom." Du Yi dressed, feeling weak all over, walking lightly, and the pain in his leg seemed less intense.

At the door, Du Yi realized he hadn't thanked her yet. He turned around, stood straight, and gave a Young Pioneers salute:

"Thank you, Teacher Bai." Bai

Lu, who was tidying up the medicine bottles, looked up at his earnest little face and a thought suddenly struck her. She said, "This illness will relapse every few days, but remember to come see me if it relapses. Don't tell your parents, otherwise they'll take you to the hospital for a shot." Hearing the word "shot," Du Yi shrank back. He absolutely couldn't let his parents know; going to the hospital was too scary. "Okay, Teacher, I understand." Bai Lu watched him walk past the office area towards the teaching building, then suddenly sighed. She knew that the little devil hidden deep inside her had finally awakened. However, she had absolutely no idea how to deal with it.

[The End]

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