Telling you the real growth experience of a male doctor

I currently work in the surgery department of a municipal people's hospital, where I am the expert-level director. Every day I encounter
all sorts of patients, including many beautiful female patients. I often see stories online about male doctors'
actions towards beautiful female patients, some even involving drugging and raping them.

After reading these, I always find it laughable and incredibly unrealistic; these things are impossible in reality and are
merely fantasies. However, to say that a male doctor has absolutely no feelings for beautiful female patients, treating them purely
as organs, is also highly unlikely for a flesh-and-blood male doctor, at least for a
medical student fresh out of university. Curiosity is inherent, and it takes time to develop. As a male doctor,

I will now share my own experiences and tell you about
what happens daily in the hospital.

My first step in my medical career was my internship. Although I was exposed to anatomical structures every day in university, and my eyes were practically calloused from watching countless instructional
videos , I was still uneasy on the day of my actual internship. My heart
was racing. It wasn't the excitement of seeing the opposite sex's body that bothered me, but rather the worry that my five years of study wouldn't be solid enough, that my basic skills wouldn't
be proficient , and that I would be criticized by my supervising professor. During this stage, even if you had lustful thoughts, you wouldn't have time to act on
them, especially with the critical eye of your supervising professor; dealing with him alone would be enough to make you feel awkward.

After the intense internship, my real medical career began. I first went to a
small county-level hospital. Although small, it had a fairly complete range of departments and could perform surgeries such as general anesthesia. I was initially assigned to work in
the operating room . Due to the special and serious nature of the environment, the people working there were all very responsible. But things have
two sides; it was precisely because of the special nature of the environment that it could sometimes arouse certain natural desires.

One night while on duty, a young girl who had been in a car accident was wheeled into the emergency room. She had been hit
by , her body had rolled to the side, and she had landed headfirst, while her abdomen had hit her bicycle handlebars. I
saw blood on her head, and her hand instinctively went to her lower abdomen; she seemed to be in great pain. I didn't dare delay and immediately checked
the medical record. I discovered the blood on her head was seeping from her ear. A CT scan confirmed no brain damage.
An initial abdominal examination showed no signs of major bleeding, but the abdominal pain was unclear, requiring observation in the hospital. Because the small hospital's emergency room
wasn't fully equipped and staff was insufficient at night, she was moved to the operating room. Naturally, the clinical debridement
would also be performed in the operating room. The on-duty nurse busied herself, quickly undressing
the young woman. In no time, she was naked, lying on the operating table covered only by a thin,
light blue sheet. I professionally glanced at the top of the medical record, learning that the young woman was 21 years old and unmarried.
A strange feeling welled up inside me; if possible, I wanted to put my less-than
-stellar gynecological knowledge, acquired during my internship, into practice on her. The on-duty nurse began connecting the young woman to various diagnostic instruments and cleaning
the bloodstains.

After a flurry of activity, the debridement was complete, and she began monitoring the instrument parameters and controlling
the IV fluids . My work then began: I had to perform a full-body routine physical examination on the young woman. Because of the head injury
, she had to lie on her side, so I could only see half of the girl's delicate, fair face .
It was so tender, it looked like it could be squeezed for moisture, like a budding flower about to bloom—she was so beautiful, my hands trembled slightly. First, I examined her
head. Her face was flawlessly beautiful, without a single blemish or mole, and perfectly proportioned
. I professionally asked her some simple questions. Perhaps due to the head injury, her
answers weren't very quick, but they were still clear. I judged that she was fully conscious,
just still recovering from the shock. Next, I lifted the light blue cloth covering her,
all the way to her navel, revealing the girl's fair, rounded breasts.
Leads monitoring her vital signs were attached to her breasts, making her pink nipples even more prominent. I first listened
to , but found nothing unusual. Next, I touched her full breasts, which felt very soft, indicating they were well
-developed . When I finally pinched her nipples, I started to feel aroused. I
glanced at the girl and noticed a blush on her delicate, fair face, but what could she do now?

After examining her upper body, I turned the light blue cloth over, covering only her breasts,
exposing her entire upper abdomen and lower body. Her lush
, sparse pubic hair was the first thing that caught my eye. Her mysterious labia majora were slightly swollen from the pressure of her thighs, and my heart
began to race. I first held her left leg and bent it back and forth twice, then
performed the same examination on her other leg. My conclusion was that everything was completely normal. I then asked her to bend both legs completely
so I could examine her abdominal organs, and she cooperated. I skillfully examined her kidneys, liver, gallbladder, and
spleen areas; there was no tenderness or rebound tenderness, and the organs felt soft, indicating they were normal.

Then I began pressing on her bladder area. I professionally sensed that her bladder was moderately
full. Suddenly, I noticed a delicate, white hand reaching towards the hand pressing on her bladder. Instinctively, I
looked in the direction of the reaching hand and saw that her previously flushed, shy face was now covered by an expression of indescribable pain
, and she was struggling to turn her head. I immediately released my fingers and glanced coldly at
the nurse . She immediately realized what was happening. She had only restrained the hand receiving the IV, leaving the other hand free.
She quickly loosened the armrest, restrained the girl's other hand, and held
the girl 's head, explaining the necessity of the examination and the danger of head movement. Looking at the girl's bound hands,
and considering their current position, I felt like a perpetrator. But all those thoughts flashed through my mind, and I
immediately continued my work. I deduced that the handlebars might have hit her previously slightly full bladder. The time spent rushing to the hospital and
undergoing necessary examinations in the emergency room, coupled with the continuous IV fluids administered from the emergency room onwards, caused
her bladder to become moderately to severely distended. I immediately asked the girl what had happened, confirming
my diagnosis.

I took the bedpan, lifted the girl's legs, and placed the bedpan
under , then commanded her to urinate immediately. At this point, her knees were tightly pressed together, and her feet...
Separated, I looked into her eyes; they were filled with utter helplessness. Perhaps it was a physiological reason, such as
a bladder injury from an impact, weakened bladder muscles from prolonged high fullness, or a psychological
reason, such as discomfort urinating while asleep, or even extreme shyness as a male doctor watching her urinate.
In she couldn't urinate. At this point, she became anxious, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She whispered that she couldn't control
her urination, but it was urgent and very uncomfortable. There were other methods to induce urination, such as acupuncture, hot compresses, or listening to
running water , but at this moment, catheterization was the best option. I asked the nurse to explain the reasons for catheterization and the precautions
, hoping she would cooperate. What could she really say? She could only obediently nod.

I removed the bedpan. To prevent her from instinctively moving around, I adjusted the leg rest on the operating table and placed her
legs on it, securing them firmly. I positioned her in a standard lithotomy position, adjusted
the lighting, removed the sterile catheterization kit, and put on rubber gloves to begin catheterization. The girl's private
parts were exceptionally clear under the operating light. I used forceps to hold a sterile cotton ball and began disinfecting her pale
black labia majora. Then, I separated her labia minora with one hand, used a different cotton ball to disinfect
the inner side of her pale pink labia minora, and then used a new cotton ball to disinfect her urethral and vaginal openings. Finally, I used another cotton ball to
disinfect the urethral opening twice more. After carefully observing her urethral opening, I selected a balloon
catheter and evenly applied lubricant to it.

I told her that catheterization had begun and that she should take deep breaths if she felt uncomfortable. She nodded, her face flushed with helplessness
and a hint of fear in her expression. I used my fingers to gently spread her labia minora open a little more, then, holding the catheter, I
carefully inserted it into her urethra. The resistance was minimal, and initially she didn't move much. When I inserted it
about 4cm, I noticed her vulva and anus began to retract inwards. This was
a reaction to discomfort upon reaching the internal urethral opening. I had her take deep breaths to distract her, and with a gentle push,
the resistance suddenly disappeared, and I knew the catheter had entered her bladder. I continued inserting the catheter into her bladder,
stopping when it was about 10cm in. At this point, there was a small amount of urine in the cupule, mixed with
some dark red blood. I realized there was some bleeding in her bladder. I quickly clamped the catheter, injected
saline solution into the catheter's balloon, removed the syringe, and gently pulled the catheter back in. After confirming it was secure,
I determined that leaving the catheter open could cause a sudden drop in bladder pressure, leading to severe bleeding in the injured area. Therefore, I instructed
the nurse to bring an IV drip to drain the urine. After connecting the IV drip, I hung the urine collection bag on the edge of the bed.

Coincidentally, the bag was directly in front of the girl's eyes. She became quite
anxious , repeatedly asking how serious it was, tears welling in her eyes. Seeing her cry softened my heart,
and I comforted her, saying it was alright and to cooperate with the examination. She nodded reluctantly. I secured the catheter
to with tape, taking the opportunity to admire her genitals. With the catheter in place and her in the
lithotomy position, it was practically a super erotic SM scene, and my penis was already salutating.

Since the IV drainage would take some time, and considering the possibility of surgery on her lower abdomen, I skillfully shaved the hair from
her abdomen and thighs, including her beautiful pubic hair. Then I asked the nurse for
a rectal thermometer, lubricated it, and inserted it deeply into the girl's anus. The rectal thermometer was quite stimulating for the young girl, causing her
to wiggle her buttocks. "Don't move," I commanded her. "Rectal temperature is the most accurate, and the correct body temperature is
very important for your health," I said loudly. Holding the thermometer, I felt it slowly emerging. I told her
not to pull it out like she was defecating, to just bear with it, it would be over soon. After a few minutes, I
removed the thermometer from her anus and checked the reading: 37.5 degrees Celsius, which was normal.

I checked the urine collection bag and felt the girl's lower abdomen; her bladder was empty. Due to
the impact , the possibility of damage to the uterus and adnexa couldn't be ruled out, so I had to perform a thorough gynecological examination.

I put on rubber gloves and parted her labia minora with one hand, carefully examining her vulva. Because
the catheter obstructed some of my view, I slightly moved the fixing point,
exposing the vaginal opening completely. I could clearly see the hymen at the vaginal opening.
While not perfectly intact, it was relatively complete, indicating she hadn't had sexual intercourse. According to regulations, unmarried women are not allowed to undergo internal examinations unless there are particularly
important circumstances. If an internal examination is necessary, it must
be approved by a family member or the woman herself with a signed consent form. The situation wasn't at that point yet, so I used a rectal
examination instead. The young girl instinctively realized what kind of examination I was about to perform and innocently asked if it would hurt. I told her it wouldn't
and asked her to cooperate. The girl's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple, and she silently nodded.

I applied lubricant to her gloves and anus. Due to sensitivity, her anus involuntarily contracted
slightly . I told her to relax, and then slowly inserted my index finger into her rectum. Perhaps because it was her first time,
the girl involuntarily groaned, and my penis immediately gave her a salute… After my finger was fully inserted,
my other hand began to press and touch her uterus and fallopian tubes. Throughout the examination, the girl kept
saying it hurt. At this point, I noticed some dark red blood seeping from her vaginal opening. Could her uterus have ruptured?

I was a little nervous. I called another nurse on duty and asked her to go outside and inform the patient's family
that surgery was possible, to have them sign the surgical consent form, and to agree to a vaginal examination.

Since surgery might be imminent, I planned to give her an enema immediately. Normally, this is done by nurses,
but in this emergency, I had to do it myself. The nurse brought over a bucket of pre-warmed enema solution and
went prepare the surgical instruments. I leaned closer and asked the young girl when she had defecated. She shyly
told me that she had just defecated before leaving home. I was very happy because this meant her excrement wouldn't be too much or too
smelly . I adjusted the operating table, keeping her in the lithotomy position. Because of the catheter, urine
wouldn't come out, so I only placed a bedpan under her buttocks. I first drew two bottles of glycerin suppositories into a large
, specially made syringe, then slowly inserted the long nozzle into her anus. Once in place, I
quickly injected the suppository and then withdrew the syringe. I gently massaged her abdomen, and she…
She kept saying she needed to defecate, and I told her to hold it in. After a while, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and suddenly defecated
into the bedpan, a foul odor immediately emanating from it. I quickly had the nurse handle it, changed
the bedpan, and wiped her anus and perineum with paper before proceeding to cleanse her intestines. I inserted
the rectal tube deeply into her rectum, turned on the drain valve, and let the cleansing fluid slowly flow into her intestines.
When she had a strong urge to defecate, I withdrew the rectal tube, had her hold it in for a while, and then emptied it into the bedpan. After repeating this several times,
there was nothing left to excrete in her intestines; only cleansing fluid came out. I then
disinfected perineum and anus.

At this point, the nurse responsible for contacting the family returned and told me that besides the patient's sister, there were no other immediate family members outside
. Her sister had signed the surgical consent form, and regarding the vaginal examination, we needed to consult her sister directly
. I walked over to the young girl and truthfully told her about her condition, explaining the necessity of the vaginal examination.
Perhaps because of the catheterization and enema we had just undergone, she hesitated for a moment before agreeing. I immediately had her
sign the form. I saw her looking at me helplessly, because she understood very well that by signing, she
was giving her body completely to me, including the most important thing about a girl who had kept her virginity for 21 years. Considering that the girl
was unmarried , I couldn't bear to use open surgery like exploratory laparotomy, which would leave permanent scars. If necessary, I would use
the more conservative laparoscopic surgery. I took out the speculum, and she cried when she saw it. I told her to be strong.
After putting on surgical gloves, I walked between her spread legs. At this moment, my lust arose. I planned to deflower her with my
fingers , so that the insertion of the speculum would be less painful. So I put the speculum
aside, parted her labia minora with one hand, and lifted the catheter inserted in her urethra with the other. She made an "oh"
sound. I ignored her and gently stroked her clitoris to see her reaction. True to her virginity, she
jerked slightly, and I immediately released her. Then I moved on to her vagina. I gently
inserted my index finger into her untouched vagina. It felt so tight; my finger was tightly
enveloped by the vaginal walls. I moved my finger in and out, then inserted a second finger. She
turned her head crying out in pain, but she couldn't do anything about it.

At this point, the nurse on duty told me that the patient's temperature might be elevated. Could she
have caught a chill on the operating table while completely naked? I asked the nurse to hand me a rectal thermometer, lubricated it, and inserted it into her anus again.
This time she didn't react at all. A sudden thought struck me: I wanted to use my vagina to feel the catheter in the urethra and
the rectal thermometer, since the vagina is separated from the urethra and anus by only a thin wall, making it very easy to feel the objects
inside . This was a rare opportunity,
greatly instructive for my understanding of gynecological anatomy. So I used my index finger inside the vagina to probe along the urethral opening,
following , until it reached the bladder. The unrestricted exploration inside the virgin's vagina
was indescribably pleasurable. Not satisfied, I kept my hand inside the vagina still while gently inserting the catheter into
the bladder . The hand inside the vagina felt the immense pleasure of the catheter insertion. Then I touched the rectal
thermometer in the rectum. Because of the recent bowel cleansing, the thermometer was particularly noticeable, and I also inserted and removed it
, the sensation was wonderful. When I withdrew the thermometer, I noticed the girl's temperature was 38.2 degrees Celsius.
No wonder she was a little dazed now, even though she had been relatively conscious earlier. I quickly instructed the on-duty nurse to perform a skin test and prepare the medication for
IV fluids.

I slowly withdrew my two fingers from the vagina, the dark red uterine blood staining my surgical gloves.
When I reached the vaginal opening, I hesitated. I glanced at the nurse on duty; she was too busy with her own
work to pay any attention to me. Thinking this was a rare opportunity, I decided to completely remove the girl's hymen
as a keepsake. Quick as a flash, I changed into new surgical gloves and, in less than five minutes, completely
removed the hymen. Bright red virgin blood seeped through the delicate vaginal mucosa,
flowing to her anus.

At this moment, I picked up a vaginal speculum, lubricated it, and inserted it into the girl's vagina. Being a virgin, she
cried out again. Although her legs were immobilized, her buttocks began to twist wildly. Due to the intense pain, nothing the nurse
on duty said could stop her. I sternly told her that if she continued to twist her buttocks, I would have to
perform surgery under spinal anesthesia. Perhaps out of fear, her buttocks stopped twisting, and I laboriously inserted the speculum into her vagina.
The girl thought this was the end, but this was only the first step. I slowly turned the adjusting nut, and the speculum gradually
widened her vagina. "Ah, it hurts!" she finally cried out. Afraid of tearing her vaginal walls
, I stopped when I could barely examine her, and she gradually calmed down. Through the speculum, I discovered the blood was
seeping from the cervix. To check for blood accumulation in the abdominal cavity, I planned to perform a posterior vaginal puncture
. When she saw me inserting a syringe into her vagina, she cried again. I ignored her. I
clamped her uterus with cervical forceps and inserted the syringe into her posterior vagina to begin aspiration. Fortunately, I didn't
draw any blood, meaning she was likely to avoid surgery. I immediately told her the latest results, and
a rare smile finally appeared on her face.

At this point, the bleeding from her ear stopped. She asked the nurse to raise the front of the operating table slightly so she
could clearly see how I was examining her. After removing the speculum, I immediately performed a gynecological
bimanual examination, inserting my index finger into the vagina and my middle finger into the anus, while using my other hand to
compress . For the young girl, having a male doctor perform such an examination was extremely shameful. She looked at me
helplessly said she was mortified by the examination. I told her that gynecological examinations were always like this, and that I would then
clean her bladder.

At that moment, the cloth covering her breasts slipped down, and the on-duty nurse quickly removed it. Now the young girl
lay naked on the operating table. What kind of position was it? Her hands were fixed to armrests,
her legs were bent and spread as wide as possible, and her knees were firmly fixed to leg supports. Looking forward from her genitals,
her labia majora and minora were slightly parted, a catheter was inserted into her urethra, her pubic symphysis was slightly raised, followed by her broad
pelvis, and above her slender waist were a pair of white, tender breasts, with particularly sensual pink nipples. I found...
I inserted a triple-lumen catheter, applied lubricant, and placed it between her legs. I used a syringe to draw
saline solution from the balloon-loaded double-lumen catheter, then peeled off the tape, separated her labia minora, and removed the double-lumen catheter from her
urethra . I immediately disinfected her urethral opening. This time, I planned to insert
the catheter manually. I separated her labia minora with one hand and held the catheter in my hand, inserting it into her urethra. Perhaps
because it was too thick, she cried out in pain as soon as it entered the opening. I told her that this pain was better than bladder surgery. She
still complained of pain, but I ignored her and continued to gently insert it. The resistance lessened, and it finally reached her bladder. I began
to skillfully irrigate her, repeating this several times until the bloodstains stopped.

It was already past midnight, and all her vital signs were normal. I removed her legs from the leg
rests . Except for the catheter still in her urethra, her genitals had returned to normal. When she closed her legs, she said
it hurt down there, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where. I told her she'd feel better after a few days of rest. I had the on-duty
nurse cover her with a blanket and then took her to the ward under my care. On

the day of her discharge, I saw her change out of her hospital gown and into brightly colored clothes. Her face was rosy and radiant with a childlike beauty, like a fairy descended from heaven; she would surely turn heads on the street. Thinking back to a week earlier, lying naked on the operating table, helplessly spreading her legs as my fingers broke her virginity, helplessly undergoing catheterization and enema, and finally having her most precious and preserved, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. 　　Because of my high comprehension and strong self-learning ability, I quickly became the top surgeon in the county hospital. The hospital leadership began to train me, sending me to a provincial hospital for advanced training in laparoscopic medicine and gynecological surgery. I studied diligently during my year-long advanced training, during which I also conducted in-depth research on proctology. My exploratory paper on new surgical methods was recognized by experts, and I achieved considerable academic results . The provincial hospital leaders greatly appreciated my surgical skills and wanted me to stay and work there. However, the county hospital had signed an agreement with me, and I didn't have enough financial resources to cover the breach of contract. Furthermore, the county hospital leaders had been very kind to me; they had essentially mentored me. After a painful period of consideration, I finally decided to return to the county hospital . Upon my return, thanks to my top-notch surgical skills, I naturally became the most popular person in the hospital, with a very tight surgical schedule every day, leaving me with very little free time during the day. At this time, I was only 29 years old. My colleagues praised me, saying I had a bright future, but I was well aware of the dangers of early success. I remained humble and cautious in my interactions with colleagues, without any arrogance or desire to show off. 　　That year, a neighboring county was recruiting two female television program hosts. To uphold the principles , the radio station leadership announced the recruitment information to the public. Although the requirements were extremely high and the acceptance rate was incredibly low, the immense allure still attracted a large number of female college students to apply, some even traveling from their schools specifically after hearing the news. Following the predetermined recruitment process, after several rounds of screening, seven finalists entered the on-site selection. Their county would organize a special host selection gala, inviting social elites and county leaders to score the candidates on the spot and tally the public votes. Based on the pre-announced scoring rules, the two candidates with the highest scores would be officially selected as the county's female television program hosts. During that time, people from neighboring counties and cities paid close attention to the selection gala, and the publicly available tickets sold out quickly. Naturally, the girls became the focus of public discussion. Through connections, I managed to get a VIP ticket, which made me very happy. 　　Six days before the gala's opening, the college leadership called me to their office, explaining that there was a very important and asking me to hand over my work for the following day before leaving work. My supervisor then handed me a detailed medical examination report and solemnly told me that the higher-ups attached great importance to this re-examination task, and that I must maintain strict confidentiality. He warned that any disclosure of information would result in severe disciplinary action. From his serious expression, I vaguely sensed that the task I was about to undertake might be significant and sensitive. I dared not ask any further questions, carefully put the report away, and returned to my office. 　　That afternoon, following my supervisor's instructions, I rearranged my work. After work, I didn't linger, taking the report back the single apartment the hospital had arranged for me. I went to bed early and carefully read the medical examination report my supervisor had given me. I then noticed that the number of people undergoing this re-examination was very small, but the requirements were extremely high, some almost identical to the standards for pilot recruitment. I even suspected it might be a re-examination of aircrew members' medical records, but that seemed unlikely. 　　I was appointed as the chief physician, responsible for the final overall review and signing off. During the re-examination, I was specifically responsible for the examinations in my areas of expertise: surgery, reproductive organs, urology, and anorectal diseases. I couldn't discern anything particularly unusual from the records, and of course, none of the examinees' information was disclosed. 　　The next day, I arrived at the hospital on time. The re-examination was being conducted on the fifth floor. When I entered, the head nurse told me that the hospital leadership had made a last-minute decision: this time, nurses would be paired with examinees one-on-one, accompanying them throughout the entire examination process. At the same time, the main door to the fifth floor was immediately locked from the inside, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving, and a thick screen was erected behind the door. I felt like I was the last one there. I hurried inside. In the meditation room, I saw seven very attractive young women with excellent figures and气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and presence) sitting and reading newspapers. Could it be…? My heart pounded. I continued walking and found that all the windows of the examination rooms were tightly covered . I went to my work area, washed my hands, and made the necessary preparations. 　　Half an hour later, the physical examination and re-examination officially began. The nurse brought in the first girl. I glanced at her casually, and my eyes immediately seemed to be drawn to her: her rosy face, full breasts, slender waist, full hips, and well-proportioned limbs, especially the unique temperament emanating from her face and her seemingly unfathomable eyes beneath long eyelashes, deeply impressed me. Yes, she was one of the seven female TV program host candidates who had been hyped up by the local media. 　　To be honest, for a young, unmarried male doctor like myself, performing surgery and health checkups on female patients, especially young and beautiful women, is a completely different psychological experience.

The woman who would be undergoing my physical examination today was exceptionally beautiful, with a figure, temperament, education, and even a lively
and witty personality – truly one in a million. Besides the surgical examination,
all the other tests I would be doing today would focus on the most mysterious and sensitive area for women: their genitals. My mind raced through
the medical records the hospital leaders had given me yesterday. The records detailed the examination methods and precautions,
some were incredibly embarrassing for any normal woman. And the woman undergoing
these tests today was a potential TV presenter, a true gem among women. The thought that the other
six women would also have to go through my final evaluation filled me with overwhelming excitement.
My blood rushed to my head, and my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest.

But I quickly regained my composure. She was staring at me, lost in thought; I still
can't fathom her state of mind. She had already undergone a preliminary examination; the sign outside my work area said "Gynecology & Surgery,
" and she knew exactly what the tests and methods were. I think if it were just a preliminary examination, she would most likely
choose give up, but now she's in a bind, and under various pressures, she probably has no choice but to bite the bullet and accept my
examination as a young male doctor. She first asked a ridiculous question: "Doctor, are you the only attending
physician in this department?" Ugh, I thought the only other person here besides me was the nurse. Was the nurse going to examine you? I
smiled and replied, "Yes, just me. Now let the nurse prepare you." After I finished speaking, the nurse
handed me her examination form and went behind the screen alone. She followed me in, looking extremely uncomfortable. I
began to review the information attached to her examination form. There was no name, only a string of meaningless
numbers . The rest of the information was very complete: Han ethnicity, age 24, university bachelor's degree,
vice president of the student union, hobbies include dancing, singing, and traveling, special skills include writing, calligraphy, and painting. I was secretly amazed; if
she hadn't exaggerated her talents to an extreme, she was practically a polymath.

Five minutes later, the nurse came out and said everything was ready. I followed her behind the screen,
which then unfolded, closing the passageway we had to turn in through. Inside was one of our hospital's most advanced
multi-functional gynecological examination beds. All the examination instruments and tools were neatly arranged on both sides of the bed, making them
easily accessible. She then undressed completely and lay down on the bed for my examination.
Because it was a general surgical examination first, the bed's legs weren't raised, meaning
she was lying on a regular bed, only much narrower. I moved to her head,
and what I saw was a beautiful, delicate work of art. I lifted her
head with one hand and asked her to lift her chest. With the other hand, I moved her pillow to her back and then
gently placed her head on the bed. Her already full and white breasts
became , becoming the highest point of her body. Her heart must have been racing, and her face was
flushed.

I first carefully touched her facial skin, feeling the burning heat on her face. Next, I examined her neck
and armpit lymph nodes. When I touched her armpits, she instinctively gripped my hands tightly. I released her hands and
deliberately placed both hands on her armpits simultaneously. She involuntarily let out a soft moan, and my penis immediately sprang
to attention. I told the nurse everything was normal, and she immediately made a note. Next was the breast exam. I first
kneaded , then her left, and then both breasts separately, eliciting
soft moans from her. I enjoyed hearing those sounds, so I continued kneading for a while. Afterward, I gently kneaded
her pale pink nipples, then lightly flicked them with my fingers. Her pale pink nipples immediately became erect,
and her pink areolas twitched, contracting tightly around the nipples. I then told the nurse
everything was normal .

The next step, a skin palpation examination of her lower abdomen, made her slender waist twitch with ticklishness. Perhaps, besides her
future husband, only I had the privilege of witnessing her naked dance on the bed, but it was even more likely that her
future husband wouldn't have this privilege! I then told the nurse that everything was normal. Moving down her abdomen, I examined her inguinal
lymph nodes. For an unmarried woman, this area, connected to the genitals, was understandably sensitive.

As I gently traced my index finger along her groin towards her genitals, my eyes were fixed on
the moist, dark pubic hair above her prominent pubic symphysis, the roots of which were white and clearly visible. My hand involuntarily touched
the skin ; the feeling was indescribably beautiful. Next, I quickly examined her lower limbs and had her turn
over, kneading her white lower back and full gluteal muscles. After telling the nurse everything was normal, I began the next step: a
comprehensive examination of her urinary and reproductive systems.

I asked the nurse to prop up her legs, and then instructed her to put her knees on the leg supports. After she did, the nurse
firmly secured her legs. I rotated the gynecological examination table, so that
it opened to both sides starting from below her buttocks. I adjusted the angle to its maximum, turned on the dual spotlights directly facing her genitals, and her mysterious genitals
were completely exposed to my view under the bright light. I looked up and saw that her head was tilted to one side, her face
still burning red, and her eyes tightly closed. Due to extreme shame, she
didn't even have the courage to open her eyes and look at me. I put on thin surgical gloves and walked between her legs. After visually inspecting her vulva, I
found that her genitals were very moist, and some of the vaginal fluid had even flowed into her anus. Obviously, this was
caused by my earlier rubbing of her breasts, flicking her nipples, and touching her lower abdomen, which had aroused her sexually. I gently wiped her down
there . She was startled. I explained that there was too much fluid down there, which was affecting the examination, so I wiped it for her
. Embarrassed, she didn't know how to respond and mumbled a thank you inexplicably.

I continued my work, parting her bright red labia minora with one hand and beginning to examine her urethra and
vaginal opening. First, I used a sterile cotton swab to gently pry
open the tender flesh below her urethral opening, which immediately opened into an irregular oval shape, revealing the delicate inner urethral mucosa. Next, I changed the cotton swab and
examined her vaginal opening. The first thing I noticed was her incomplete hymen, but based on my experience, I judged that she
was definitely a virgin. I carefully inserted the cotton swab into her vagina through the opening of her hymen and...
I manipulated the vaginal walls at wide angles, and she began to moan softly in pain on the bed. I ignored her, changed
the cotton swab , and continued to manipulate the bright red vaginal walls at wide angles until she broke out in a
sweat. I told the nurse it was normal.

After the vulvar examination, I applied paraffin oil to my right index finger and her anus. Then, I
slowly inserted my right index finger into her rectum through her anus. Her anus immediately clamped tightly around my finger,
and her slender waist began to twist uncomfortably. I immediately placed my other hand on her lower abdomen above her uterus
, making it difficult for her to move. Then, I began to push my index finger upwards towards her cervix, while my other hand palpated
her abdomen . Because I had a very clear understanding of the female pelvic anatomy and a solid foundation in pelvic anatomy,
I quickly finished examining her uterus and adnexa. I then gently withdrew my finger from her tightly closed anus and
told the nurse it was normal. As a 24-year-old virgin, she must have been a
popular figure , and she had never experienced setbacks in her studies. Today, however, she was forced
to undergo such an open genital examination by a young male doctor for the job she had longed for. She must have felt incredibly wronged and
uncomfortable , but she knew clearly that her only option was to comply; she had no right to refuse.

Because that would mean giving up, all her previous efforts would be in vain, and that was something she absolutely could not accept.

The next step was a urinary tract dynamics examination. I changed gloves, opened the three-way catheterization kit,
took out a three-way catheter, and applied paraffin oil to the tip. Then, with one hand, I parted her labia minora,
thoroughly disinfected the urethral opening, and gently inserted the catheter by hand.
The intense, uncomfortable feeling of the catheter being inserted caused her to moan softly. I paused, told her to take a deep breath, and then
continued inserting the catheter into her bladder. After urine flowed out, I inserted it another 5cm and skillfully clamped
the catheter with forceps. Next, I asked the nurse to bring a urine culture bottle, released the catheter, and drained the first portion of urine into a kidney dish,
collecting only the midstream urine for culture. After collecting enough samples, I completely emptied her bladder.

Then, I clamped the catheter again, connected the irrigation tubing to expel any air, and released the tubing to
slowly infuse the colored irrigation fluid into her bladder. I then placed one hand on her lower abdomen, stroking her pubic area, as the irrigation fluid
gradually filled her bladder. She blushed and shyly told me she really needed to urinate and begged me
to examine her immediately so I could release the catheter and let her urinate. The thought of her soon becoming a female television presenter, showered with
adoration by men, yet here she was, unable to control when or how she
urinated, forced to beg me, a young male doctor, with servility and shame, filled me with a surge of satisfaction
. Then I thought that if she were truly chosen, she might find even a glance at me tiring;
business was business , and I wouldn't show any mercy.

I continued the slow irrigation until her bladder was fully full,
then gently removed the three-lumen catheter from her urethra. Next
, I pinched her labia minora apart as wide as possible and ordered her to cough loudly three times while lying down, keeping my eyes fixed on her
urethra to observe whether the colored irrigation fluid was expelled with each cough. Then I untied her legs and
ordered her to squat naked, performing three squats on the examination bed. Due to her fully
full bladder, she was extremely uncomfortable. After I finished, I had her squat at the foot of the examination bed, legs
spread wide, upper body leaning back. I lowered my head and again used both hands to pinch her labia
minora , spreading them as wide as possible. I ordered her to cough three more times, my eyes still fixed
on her urethra, observing whether the colored fluid was expelled with each cough. Seeing that everything was normal, I ordered
her to empty the fluid into the bedpan at the foot of the bed in this extremely lewd position. As soon as I finished speaking, a stream of
colored liquid gushed from her urethra. It was a large spurt, and quite a bit splashed onto my fingers.
After she finished, she sat weakly on the examination bed, and I told the nurse that everything was normal. At this point, I guessed she had
forgotten what shame was, completely letting go, and casually asked the nurse for some paper, wiping
her genitals as if nothing had happened.

It was precisely because of her indifference that my natural desire immediately diminished. For the next proctology
exam , I only had her assume a few symbolic positions and quickly completed the procedure.
After a cursory examination with the anoscope, I told the nurse everything was normal. I then signed my
name on the medical record the nurse handed me, ending the examination. The nurse immediately helped her tidy her clothes and took her to another department.

A while later, another nurse brought in a young woman with dark brown hair. I looked up
and naturally observed her appearance. Her looks, figure, and demeanor
were comparable to the previous woman. She was dressed fashionably, which complemented her appearance and figure so well,
giving a unique mature beauty. Just as I was about to speak, she spoke first,
saying in her sweet voice with a touch of self-assurance: "Hello doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please take good care of me today." I suddenly
felt inexplicably embarrassed, but quickly smiled and replied, "Oh, okay, I definitely will. Please go inside
and prepare." The nurse then handed me her medical examination form and led her behind the screen to prepare.

At that moment, I was very unhappy: "Hey, you arrogant girl, what kind of talk is that?! Is it
a threat ? Is it bribery?" I quickly flipped through the information about her attached to the medical examination form. Wow, she
had been studying abroad at her own expense since junior high school, and had a master's degree. Other things, such as her special skills and awards, were surprisingly numerous. She was 25
years old and married. I was stunned. She was married! I keenly realized that her family
background must be quite impressive, and her husband, who could marry her, must also be extraordinary. I finally understood that her words
just now stemmed from her domineering confidence! I thought to myself: "Little brat, I don't believe I
can't subdue you. I'll make you completely submissive later." And I'll let you know that no matter how strong you are in any other aspect
, it's irrelevant to me. What I'm going to do today is:
perform a prescribed examination on your most mysterious, most sensitive, most precious, and also most vulnerable genitals. I'll ask you to assume the correct position, and
after I insert instruments and fingers into your genitals, I'll make you lower your proud head in shame and whisper on the gynecological examination bed.
She groaned, a veiled pleas for mercy.

Lost in thought, I suddenly felt a white shadow flicker beside me. Startled, I
looked up saw a nurse next to me getting her notes. I'd been so engrossed that I
hadn't even noticed her emerge from behind the screen. She was now in front of me, telling me everything was
ready . I handed her my medical records and turned to go behind the screen. As soon as I entered,
the nurse immediately opened the screen, blocking our way.

The haughty girl from before was now lying naked on the examination bed. Her mature
figure had a unique charm compared to the virgin. I deftly placed a pillow under her shoulders and back,
causing her breasts to stand erect. I noticed her full breasts, white and tender, comparable to
the girl , but
even more lustrous and moist. Her nipples retained their virginal pink color, untouched by marriage. Looking down from her high breasts, the pubic symphysis above her vulva, supported by a lush, dark pubic hair, rose from
the bottom of Her skin was fair and delicate. At that moment, I smelled
a faint perfume emanating from her body, mixed with her natural fragrance. I instinctively took a few breaths, and
a feeling of satisfied intoxication rose within me. My penis, stirred by this inner turmoil,
instinctively became aroused.

Because nurses and examinees are paired one-on-one throughout the entire process, even for ordinary medical examinations, the hospital has explicit regulations:
unless asked or requested by the physician, nurses must unconditionally perform their duties according to the physician's
instructions . They are not allowed to proactively discuss any issues with the physician, and are strictly prohibited from
disclosing any relevant examination information to any third party. If the hospital discovers any violations, they will be subject to severe disciplinary action,
even dismissal. For such a high-level re-examination, the head
nurse . Being selected by the head nurse is a testament to the hospital's trust in them and an honor for nurses.

Furthermore, the head nurse needs detailed information on examination techniques and testing methods for this re-examination, as she is
responsible for coordinating all potentially needed instruments and equipment and arranging suitable rooms; she must know
the details.

Secondly, as the chief physician, I know all the details of the re-examination. Even
the physicians from the participating specialties only know the information within their own department; they are forbidden from inquiring about information from other departments. As a nurse,
it's impossible for me to know all this. The hospital's regulations are entirely intended to protect the privacy of examinees
and respect them. However, in this special re-examination, these strict constraints and restrictions
have ironically granted me power beyond the norm. Perhaps this also verifies the correctness of dialectics—
things reach their extremes and then reverse !

Because I have absolute authority over the interpretation of this re-examination, I have no worries that any of my actions will
cause controversy. I decided to disrupt the usual examination procedure and start with her feet. First, I used tweezers
to pick up a damp, sterile cotton ball and gently brushed it on the sole of her foot, observing her natural reaction. She
reacted quickly, immediately pulling her foot in and then slowly extending it. After repeating this several times, seeing that the reflexes
were normal and there was no flat foot, I told the nurse it was normal. Next, I put down the tweezers and began kneading her leg
skin. I kneaded very meticulously and gently, not missing an inch. Slowly, I kneaded her thighs
, and I could clearly feel her thigh muscles tensing. After the nurse set up the leg supports, I ordered
her to put her knees on them. She awkwardly complied. The nurse immediately secured her legs
firmly to the leg supports. I skillfully rotated the gynecological examination table, opening it to
the sides . I adjusted the angle to its maximum, turned on the dual spotlights directly facing her vulva, and her vulva
was completely exposed to my view under the bright light. I held my middle and index fingers together and slid them across her labia majora,
accurately placing my finger on the femoral artery on the inside of her thigh. Her heart was pounding rapidly, indicating that she was
aroused .

Then, I gently massaged her thighs from the groin to the knees with both hands.
The skin on the inner thighs is very sensitive for women, even married women, and she seemed
exceptionally sensitive. With this massage, her buttocks began to wriggle. I secretly rejoiced
: "Let's see if you dare to be arrogant in front of me now. You can't even handle this; let's see how you fare later." I
massaged her thighs alternately, and finally, her desire arose. Her vulva slowly became wet, and her labia minora
parted slightly like jade oysters. I immediately stopped massaging and pinched the lower edge of her labia majora near her anus with both hands , slowly kneading and manipulating them upwards. Her fluids flowed
from her vaginal opening with the rhythm of my kneading and manipulating . 　　After some effort, my hands met at her clitoris. I wasn't about to let this girl's sexual nerve center get away so easily. But I didn't dare to directly rub her clitoris with my hands, so I gently parted her clitoral foreskin with one hand, and with the other hand, I used tweezers to pick up a sterile cotton ball and gently brushed it on her clitoris. She finally couldn't help but let out a soft "oh." I ignored her and continued to disinfect her labia majora and minora, starting from her clitoris, disinfecting her three times. Of course, her lewd moans accompanied the entire disinfection process. 　　Then I thought I'd see what kind of ugly state she was in now. I glanced at her facial expression and found that her previous arrogance and confidence had faded, replaced by lewdness and shyness. Her fiery red face stared blankly at me. 　　Coincidentally, her eyes met mine. I was startled, but quickly explained, "Now I've disinfected your vulva. I'm about to perform a urinary tract dynamics test and a gynecological examination. Please cooperate." She nodded helplessly. To further undermine her confidence , I deliberately told the nurse to change the pad immediately, as it was soiled with vaginal discharge. The nurse promptly replaced it with a new pad and placed it under her buttocks. Embarrassed, she turned her head to the side, refusing to look at me again. After putting on surgical gloves, I parted her labia minora and, first using a special examination stick dipped in paraffin oil, pried open her urethra to examine her tender urethral mucosa. Then, I slowly inserted the examination stick into her urethra...

Her entire genital area tensed up immediately, and I told her to take deep breaths to relax. I could clearly feel
the discomfort and pain mixed in with her earlier lewd moans, but I ignored her and continued the examination until it was complete before
withdrawing the probe from her urethra.

Next, I opened the three-way catheterization kit, selected a suitable-sized three-way catheter, applied paraffin oil, and
gently inserted it into her urethra by hand. The uncomfortable, throbbing sensation during insertion caused her to moan
again . I continued inserting the catheter into her bladder, and after urine flowed out, I inserted it another 5
cm. Following the procedure, I collected a midstream urine sample for culture, and then completely emptied her bladder.

Next, I held my index and middle fingers together, and with my other hand, I parted her labia minora, opened her vaginal opening,
and slowly inserted it into her moist and tight vagina. Her breathing became noticeably rapid at this point. Perhaps because they were newly
married and had never had a vaginal examination before, the muscles in her genitals, buttocks, and thighs suddenly tensed,
pressing against my fingers as I inserted them into her vagina. My hand immediately felt an
intense , and my own reaction intensified! But I kept telling her, "Relax, relax!"
My other hand gently massaged her pubic area.

Gradually, the tense muscles in her genitals relaxed, and my hand continued to penetrate deeper, reaching the posterior fornix
below , feeling my fingers tightly enveloped by the vaginal walls. Then, with the skillful
assistance of my other hand, I gently flicked the base of her cervix, cleanly and efficiently completing the examination of her uterus and adnexa.

I instinctively glanced to the side; she had long lost the arrogance and confidence she had shown upon entering. Now, she was
blushing, head drooping, looking sideways at the screen, her breasts high, her legs spread wide, completely naked,
lying on the gynecological examination table. She looked utterly helpless, like a lamb at my mercy!

I thought to myself: "Little brat, I've finally subdued you. As long as my hand is still inside your vagina,
I am your master."

After the internal examination, I withdrew my fingers from her vagina and immediately
inserted . Because she had only recently married and had not yet given birth, her vaginal capacity was limited. When I mechanically propped open the speculum,
she finally begged for mercy, repeatedly saying it hurt and pleading with me not to dilate any further. At that moment, I felt extremely
proud and satisfied: I had finally made her bow her head and beg for mercy, accomplishing
what other men wanted to do but could not, including even her current husband. The satisfaction made my hand go limp, and I stopped
dilating, lowering my head to observe the internal structure of her vagina through the speculum opening. The first thing that caught my eye was her perfectly
round, pale red, standard cervix of a woman who had never given birth, followed by the entire cervix, which was the same color.

I then held the speculum with both hands and gently rotated it 360 degrees inside her vagina to observe
the inner walls. The color was very fresh and tender, indicating typical health and maturity. After the examination, I
closed the speculum and withdrew it from her vagina. Her genitals naturally contracted slightly,
showing relief as the speculum was removed.

Next, I connected the irrigation tubing to the three-lumen catheter, closed the draining tubing, and began slowly irrigating her bladder .
Simultaneously, I inserted my fingers into her vagina again, occasionally
flicking the . Initially, she didn't feel any discomfort, but as her bladder filled to a certain extent, I
could clearly feel the pressure and pressure when I flicked it. She finally couldn't hold it in any longer and kept telling me
she felt uncomfortable and needed to urinate. I seriously told her that this was a very important examination and asked her to cooperate. Hearing
my explanation, she was at a loss, staring intently at me with longing eyes,
the expectation clearly visible in them.

The irrigation fluid was still flowing slowly, and each time I flicked her bladder through the vaginal wall, she
would let out a painful groan. I flicked her several times in succession, and she groaned in rhythm with my
movements , my heart fluttering with each moan. A few minutes later, her bladder
was moderately full, and I immediately turned off the irrigation tube and removed the three-lumen catheter from her urethra
. Then I parted her labia minora, examined the urethral opening, and had her perform supine and squatting
cough tests, both of which showed no abnormalities. Finally, I had her squat at the foot of the examination bed, and in this
extremely emptied the irrigation fluid into a bedpan at the foot of the bed.

At this point, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her face was flushed a
fiery , all her arrogance gone. When I spoke to her, I inexplicably felt her thinking
had become noticeably sluggish, as if she were a completely different person compared to when she first came in. For the subsequent rectal examination, she
obediently knelt on the examination bed. I performed a thorough
examination , and everything was normal. Finally, I had her sit on the examination bed to examine the skin of her chest and back, and her
full, white breasts, which possessed a uniquely mature allure. The sensation was indescribably wonderful! After all the examinations were completed, I
signed my name on the medical record the nurse handed me. The nurse helped her tidy her clothes and led her out.
I returned to the worktable behind the screen, dumbfounded, reflecting on the examination process, waiting for the next
candidate to arrive.

That day, for these seven candidates, it was perhaps their first time undergoing such
an open , and without exception, they all displayed their shyness and unease. But for me,
perhaps due to a common male tendency,
the initial passion and desire I felt during the examinations of the one young woman and four girls, though conducted in the same way, gradually faded as
the number
, and still a virgin, she didn't arouse much desire in me. Perhaps this confirms
the saying: "In a doctor's eyes, there are only organs, nothing else!"

Here, I must explain the premise of this statement, because it is precisely this premise
that makes complete and convincing: that is, the doctor had already used various opportunities to
become tired of looking at the opposite sex's body beforehand!

Six days later, I attended the special audition for a female TV presenter on time. Because I had a VIP ticket…
My seat was in the front row, near the center. I saw someone next to me subtly point to
the people on their right, whispering that they were the husbands or boyfriends of the female candidates on stage, remarking
on good fortune—a clear expression of envy and jealousy! Instinctively, I leaned over to look.
Sure enough, they were handsome and dashing—a perfect match!

But as I watched them, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me. The candidates
on stage , dressed in glamorous costumes, were dancing gracefully to the music. But to me, they looked like they
were dancing naked.
The shyness and helplessness they displayed during their medical examinations six days ago kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more uninteresting it became. Now it was their
turn to shine, while I? I had already finished my role six days ago!

[The End]

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