Male doctor at gynecology clinic

As the weather gets warmer, germs become more active, and there's a noticeable increase in women suffering from gynecological problems. Just
today within an hour of opening, I've already seen three patients, spending an average of 10 minutes per visit, with the rest of
the time spent playing cards on the computer.

My high efficiency stems from the fact that they're not particularly attractive; I don't feel like giving them
proper examinations. I just ask a few questions, prescribe some medication, and send them on their way. Based on past experience,
women who are less attractive are more resistant to examinations, perhaps because they know their excess weight is unsightly
. On the contrary, the more attractive women seem to undress more readily.

While I was playing cards, I caught a glimpse of a woman entering. Looking up, my eyes lit up
. I recognized her—she was the owner of Weiwei Hair Salon on the street, a woman in her thirties, pretty, with a figure
that rivaled even the widow Li's. Unlike the widow Li, who loved skirts, this woman always wore tight-fitting clothes. A tight-fitting
, semi-transparent black mesh t-shirt and tight white pants
perfectly : high, firm breasts and an alluring S-curve waist. But even those two combined
couldn't match the allure of her long, straight legs.

In my mind, I categorize women into three types of sluts: first, those wearing extremely short skirts (a slight lift of the leg or bend
reveals glimpses of their cleavage); second, those wearing see-through clothing (practically no clothing at all, the subtle glimpses are enough
to drive men crazy); and third, those wearing tight-fitting clothes (seemingly covering up, but in reality,
revealing all the essential parts—breasts, hips, and legs—leaving no room for concealment. For someone with a less-than-ideal figure, this is a
joke ).

This woman possessed two of the three essential elements of a slut's attire: tight and see-through.
The semi-transparent mesh t-shirt clearly showed what lay beneath, and the thin fabric of her tight white pants
revealed the shadow of her dark thong underneath.

I once went to her house for a haircut. She washed my hair quietly, without saying a word. Her
husband's hairdressing skills were terrible; he turned a perfectly good buzz cut into a mess of lumps and bumps. I
thought, if it weren't for this proprietress helping with my hair washing, their barbershop would have gone out of business long ago.

I recognized her, but she probably didn't recognize me, because my appearance was so ordinary that it was hard to remember me.

This proved true; the woman looked at me with a blank expression.

"Come, sit here," I quickly stood up and gestured for her to sit down. "What's wrong?"

"Oh dear, young man, why are you so direct? I'm a little embarrassed!" She didn't answer
my question but started complaining.

From the moment she appeared, I categorized her as a "type woman"—the kind who's quite open-minded—so
my questions were rather direct. I was really looking forward to her revealing her ailment. Although she didn't directly answer my
question, I could vaguely guess that the lesion was on her vulva. If it were breast or lower abdominal pain,
she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

I didn't want to play mind games with her anymore, so I winked at Widow Li beside me and started timing in my head—I
wanted to know how long it would take this woman to go from entering the clinic to finally taking off her pants.

"Have a cup of tea," Widow Li said, placing a glass of water in front of the woman. "What's wrong? Tell
me."

Since we were both women, communication was much smoother, and we quickly figured out the problem. It turned out that the
hairdresser had been experiencing lower abdominal pain accompanied by slight bleeding recently. Finally, Widow Li pointed at me
with a serious expression and said, "He's a doctor. Let him examine you. Your condition might be quite serious. Come with me
, I'll take you inside." After saying that, Widow Li led the way to the examination room. The woman hesitated for a moment, but
still got up and followed...

Widow Li's explanation seemed simple, but it was actually a tactic we had both researched and developed to deal with
shy women. This method has a high success rate. Because of Widow Li's deliberate guidance, many women
are led inside and have their pants removed before they even have time to feel shy. I only enter the examination room
after , at which point the patient will stop struggling.

Five minutes later, when I entered the examination room, the barber shop owner was already in a standard lithotomy
position, supine, naked from the waist down, her long, fair legs spread apart and hanging on the leg rests on either side. The groin between her
legs was clearly exposed under the direct light of the spotlight, and Widow Li was cleaning her groin with alcohol swabs.

While regular hospitals usually use iodine solution for disinfection, I insisted on using alcohol. Why
? It actually stems from two of my hobbies. First, if the patient has wounds or ulcers on her vulva,
alcohol will cause more pain, and I enjoy seeing women tremble in pain. Secondly, alcohol swabs are white, and
women 's genitals are difficult to keep clean at all times. Urine, feces, secretions, menstrual blood—all sorts of messy
things can easily stick to the groin area. I enjoy watching the white
cotton . I always look forward to seeing
the dirty, ugly side of these beautiful women.

I glanced at Widow Li with some dissatisfaction. She'd gone a bit too far today.
Cleaning is one of my favorite things; how could she steal my job? Widow Li
probably knew about my perverse tastes, so she wouldn't let me give her enemas anymore—what a pity.

Although Widow Li wouldn't let me touch her, she generally wouldn't stop me from touching other women. Today, Sister Li Junhua was
acting very strangely. However, I was grateful that she had helped me deal with this woman so quickly, so I forgave her.

Widow Li cleaned very carefully, cleaning the perineum, the groin, and so on,
changing the cotton balls twice, until they were all very yellow. Even the cleanest woman is never truly clean,
because the genitals are mostly folded like chrysanthemums. Once soiled with feces, toilet paper can't wipe it clean. To be thoroughly clean,
you need to wash with water, and alcohol swabs are excellent at removing feces hidden deep within these folds.

Beautiful women often have darker genitals, probably because men love to have sex with them, and this woman was no
exception . This woman had thick body hair, and her large, fleshy vulva was slightly open, the small, dark brown
, ear-shaped vulva drooping in the center of her genitals. There was an erection above the vulva (many women
experience because the organs in the groin area are often very sensitive).

Widow Li's work was finally finished; it was my turn, hehe… I leaned closer and gently parted the vulva…
She flinched in fear, but I ignored her and inserted my index finger into her vagina. It felt soft, warm, and moist.
After inserting my finger all the way in, I moved it around a bit, finding it elastic. The woman groaned a few times,
seemingly unaffected.

I then inserted my middle and index fingers together, pressing my other hand against her full mons pubis (
above ) to check the posterior fornix. Nothing abnormal was found. When I touched the cervix, the woman let out a sound of
discomfort. It was likely cervicitis. I needed to further confirm if there was a problem with the uterus, so I told her to bear it. I pushed
my fingers against the cervix upwards, while using my other hand to
gently move her uterus back and forth between my hands. The woman screamed in pain, and I finally stopped.

I then put the speculum on her vagina and shone the light on her vulva. I could clearly see the cervix, with some
red bleeding spots, indicating inflammation.

"Your cervix is inflamed. Let's treat the cervix first, and then we'll do further examinations. I'll
clean it for you now."

There are simple douches available on the market, but they're not very convenient to use;
the dirty water . My clinic has a more technologically advanced multi-nozzle douche
system. The mushroom-shaped nozzles have a dirty water collection hole, just like the drainage system inserted into a patient's
mouth . It's very easy to use, clean and hygienic, and the effect is much better than the ordinary ones.

I pulled out the speculum, inserted the douche nozzle, and turned on the machine. The stimulation was intense; the woman started to
squirm, clenched her teeth, and tried her best to suppress herself, her face turning red, and
sweat instantly beading on her forehead.

I deliberately turned the water pressure up quite high, and the impact inside felt like a water flow. It was a very pleasurable
feeling, like tens of thousands of ants were crawling on my chest. I wanted to just come out. I had already let Widow Li
experience this before. She cursed me for being a pervert while also enjoying it immensely. She almost lost her virginity and finally escaped the examination bed with a flushed face before
she was completely lost heat.

How could a beautiful woman lose her composure in front of strangers? The woman began to writhe, trying to get rid of the showerhead.
I quickly pressed down on her lower abdomen to stop her from moving. "Just bear with it for a little while. This cleaning is very effective. If it
hurts, just scream. Don't be shy." The woman's pretty face was already flushed red. Hearing my
words, she felt like she had been granted a reprieve and began to scream without any restraint. "Ah... ahh... it hurts and itches! Ah...
I really can't take it anymore! Ah... I think... I should take it out." "No, it's not finished yet.
Wait a little longer. I'll turn the water down a bit, but that will take longer." This woman was quite sensitive
. Seeing that she really couldn't stand it, I had no choice but to turn down the water flow.

The woman was finally able to stop losing her composure. The ordeal had left her covered in sweat, and after a short while,
she began to breathe heavily.

Although the water flow was a bit weaker, the force was still there. When she got off the examination bed, she could barely stand
and wobbled against the bedside table as she started to put on her pants.

The woman's pants were tight, and she was sweating and weak, so she couldn't
get them on. Widow Li quickly came to help...

I left the examination room first and sat down at my desk to calm myself down. The woman from earlier had already
aroused me.

When the barbershop owner sat down in front of me again, she was dressed, but her face was
still flushed and sweaty. My penis, which had just calmed down, was erect again...

I prescribed her some medicine and filled out a medical record. Her name was Liu Wei. Although we had always been neighbors, I only
learned her name then. I told her that in addition to taking her medicine, she should come to my place for douching every day. She nodded in
agreement , took the medicine, and walked out limply.

"You weren't wearing gloves again! Were you doing it on purpose? Don't touch me like that next time!"
Widow Li angrily scolded me for being vulgar after Liu Wei walked away. I quickly put on a shameless smile.

[The End]

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