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Come to me for surgery 

I remember it was sometime last year. At first, I didn't know anything about QQ. The office computers had just been fitted with broadband, and some young guys would come to my desk and bang on things. Websites like "Wolf Network," "99 Erotic," and "Flower Picking" appeared before my eyes. Although I cursed them countless times, I eventually bookmarked all the addresses and slowly leveled up from a newbie. During that time, a colleague gave me a QQ account, a microphone, and a chat window, mysteriously saying, "You'll understand the meaning of QQ later." So I started browsing. I thought the information should be genuine, so I wrote down my phone number and occupation completely. But it wasn't as exciting as I imagined online. Although I longed for that experience, I was still very timid (laughs). Occasionally, a message from a netizen would make my heart race. Gradually, I lost that excitement and started spending my free time on QQ adding people everywhere. Ah, it was truly a case of "something you can't force."

One Sunday morning, I was bored at home, so I left QQ online and played pool. You know, it's a great way to kill time. When I finally finished a game, I noticed my QQ was flashing a lot of messages. I quickly opened it, and someone named "Troubled Person" wanted to add me. The verification message was "Are you a doctor?" I thought it was just a prank, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to check, so I added her. Looking at her profile, it turned out to be a woman. She was invisible in my QQ friends list, but out of curiosity, I sent her a message.

Nostalgia : Are you asking to add me?

Troubled Person: Sorry, I'm temporarily leaving. Please leave a message for my QQ assistant.

Ugh, so frustrating!

Nostalgia: I've added you as a friend. I'm a doctor. Is there anything I can do for you?

Troubled Person: Sorry, I'm temporarily leaving. Please leave a message for my QQ assistant.

Nostalgia: I'll log off in about ten minutes. If you need anything, just tell me or we can do it another time.

Seeing that the troubled person's avatar was already online, I stopped sending messages. Perhaps she was deliberately trying to distract me, or perhaps she genuinely had something to do. Regardless, I had to wait for her reply before I could say anything more.

After a long while, the distinctive QQ notification sound rang in my ears.

Troubled Person: Thank you, I just went out for a bit. Hello, are you a doctor?

Nostalgia: Yes, I'm a doctor. What's bothering you, or are you feeling unwell?

Damn, an online consultation isn't bad.

Troubled Person: Which department are you in?

Nostalgia: I'm in surgery. Is something bothering you?

Troubled Person: Where is the gallbladder ?

I was stunned. She was testing me! I quickly called back.

Troubled Person: I'm sorry, I wanted to confirm your profession, otherwise I wouldn't have contacted you. Which hospital are you in? Are you also in G city?

I checked her IP address again, and it did show we were in the same city. It seemed she really had some unspeakable problems.

Nostalgia: I'm in the surgery department of the Municipal People's Hospital. My name is Liu xx. You know this hospital, right?

The Distressed Person: A few minutes later, a message flashed: "Is this Director Liu Mingyuan, who sees patients in Urology every Monday?"

Goodness! Amazing! He knew my name and department so quickly! He's a satellite positioning expert,

isn't he? Nostalgia: It's me. Are you feeling unwell? How did you know so quickly?

The other person sent a laughing emoji, and after waiting a long time without any further messages, I thought, "

I'd like to see what you look like, but I'm sorry, I need to confirm your identity."

Are you kidding me? You added me first! I'm sure she's playing a prank. I was about to close the chat window when she sent a video request. I thought, "I'll see who you are too, anyway, I don't have a home network, you can't see me."

So I accepted the request. After a while, I finally saw the other person. On the computer screen was a very pretty girl, about 23 or 24 years old, with a faint melancholy on her face. She had probably gone to get some water. I noticed she had a fantastic figure; she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt-like top and white jeans, and her long hair was tied up. She took a sip of water, and I could clearly hear her voice, "Why can't I see him?" Her voice was so beautiful.

The troubled person: Where is he?

Nostalgia: I'm sorry, I didn't add you. The troubled person: How do I know if you're lying to me? I'm really sick. I'm afraid to see those young doctors, so I searched online for doctors in this city on QQ, and that's why I added you. The troubled person: I've been to your hospital before. I've seen a gynecologist and taken a lot of medicine, but it's not working. Are you Director Liu?

Nostalgia: How can you confirm?

The troubled person: As soon as you said you were Director Liu from the city hospital, I looked up your medical records before mentioning your name. I've never met you in person, but I've seen your photo, which is why I sent you the video. You're quite clever, little girl. I don't want to say anything more. Since she has a problem, I'll see her; maybe I can help.

Nostalgia: Do you really have to explain your condition here? Can't you just come to my outpatient department tomorrow?

The troubled person: I…I…You're a man, how can I explain? Nostalgia: Okay, will you be online on QQ this afternoon?

I'll go to the department at 2 PM to confirm for you there. Goodbye.

I closed the video; it was already 1:20 PM. I still had to cook for myself. My wife went to the kids' place. I've been living like an ascetic these past few days. These days, who doesn't worry about their mischievous children? My wife said she'd be spending two months with our son.

The troubled person: Okay, I'll wait for you to come online this afternoon. I'm sorry.

Nostalgia: It's okay, I hope I can help you.

I showed her my appearance in the afternoon to understand her condition. It turned out she had seen a gynecologist who diagnosed her with recurrent urinary tract infections caused by a hymenal flap. The doctor had recommended urological surgery, but when she asked where all the doctors were, she insisted on having the surgery done by a gynecologist. However, she was rejected and even received a cold shoulder from the head of gynecology. Actually, her problem was simple: surgery to remove the excess flesh covering the urethral opening was enough. But the reality was that she couldn't accept having a male doctor perform the surgery. I patiently explained to her.

Nostalgia: What's your name?

Distressed Person: My name is Chen Yuan. Dr. Liu, is surgery absolutely necessary for this problem?

Nostalgia: Let me tell you, if you don't remove this excess flesh, you're bound to have recurrent urinary tract infections. No amount of medication will help; it will only damage your liver and stomach, and it will even cause hyperplasia.

Distressed Person: Hyperplasia? And it'll grow bigger?

Nostalgia: Basically, that's the idea. It will eventually block the urethral opening, causing recurrent pain. Of course, I'm only explaining from textbooks; I need to perform a physical examination to decide whether surgery is necessary.

The troubled person: Then I still need to come to your clinic. Nostalgia: Of course, otherwise I can't help you.

The troubled person: But…but…I'm a woman, how can I go see you? Nostalgia: For doctors, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, there's a nurse accompanying you during my examination. The troubled person: I…I… Nostalgia: I have an outpatient clinic tomorrow morning. You decide for yourself. Or you can go to other large hospitals to see if there are female doctors who can perform surgery on you, but male doctors are unavoidable in the operating room for anesthesia and observation.

After a long time, this girl named Chen Yuan finally decided to come to the clinic tomorrow. We put aside this topic and talked a lot about her. Ah, once people trust each other, there are so many things to talk about. By the time we finished talking, it was already getting dark. I spent the whole afternoon holed up in the department without doing anything, not even going online with my beloved internet. I caught up when I got home that night, hehe.

On Monday morning, Chen Yuan arrived with her appointment. When I opened the department door, she was already sitting at the first number. The weather was hot; you could tell from her clothes that summer had arrived early in the city. I recognized her face immediately—she was the one I had booked with yesterday. She was even prettier in person than in the computer screen, except she had cut her hair into a student-style bob. I later learned that she had cut it short because she was worried that long hair would affect her hospital stay. She had a round face, a fair and delicate neck, and a thin platinum necklace that dangled into the hollow of her chest. She wore a ladylike white-collar suit, a light gray blazer with the collar peeking out from under her white shirt. Her chest heaved with nervousness, further emphasizing her slender waist. A light gray skirt concealed her straight, thin legs, giving her a youthful and alluring look.

"Good morning, Director," she said shyly, squeezing her legs together as I sat down beside my desk.

"Chen Yuan? Oh, good morning." I put on my white short-sleeved shirt, smoothed my hair, and tried to hide the overwhelming joy in my heart. "Why did you get a haircut? You had long hair yesterday."

"The doctor is teasing me," she said, sitting down at my prompting. A refreshing scent of high-end perfume wafted into my nostrils.

I asked her in detail when she fell ill, what treatments she received, and what medications she used. While looking at her previous medical records, I also asked about her sex life. She blushed and told me that she lost her virginity on her wedding night, and afterwards, sex was incredibly painful. Later, she suffered from recurring urinary tract infections and was afraid of sex. Her husband had also been away working for half a year. I paused several times during the questioning because there was so much for her to tell me. As she spoke each word, I was surprised to find that my own desire was rising, and my unruly member was starting to stir, to the point that I dared not get up. She started with her head up, but then lowered it out of shyness. Looking at her slightly heaving chest, I really wanted to reach out and take advantage of the moment she couldn't see me. I quickly straightened my penis.

"I'm going to examine you now," I said, my voice hard and my mouth dry.

"Should I...take it off?" she asked softly, a tremor running through her.

"Don't be afraid, there's a nurse..." I stood up and, as she walked towards the examination table, I adjusted my penis a few more times to avoid embarrassment.

With the nurse present, I saw her trembling genitals. Her pubic hair was thick and glossy, black like an oilcloth covering her mons pubis and extending towards her anus. Her labia majora were hidden by the pubic hair, obscuring her pink labia minora. Her hymen was everted, covering half of her urethra. With trembling hands, I parted her labia and, seeing the whitish urethral opening, made my diagnosis: her vaginal opening was tight and small. Long-term abstinence from sex had made her genitals very sensitive. As I examined her, her breathing became heavy and labored.

I hurriedly finished the examination, using the excuse of washing my hands to conceal my uncontrollable erection, and then filled out the admission notice.

"Doctor, do I need surgery?" she asked, her face flushed, as she quickly dressed.

"Yes, your urethra is already covered, and… you'll need to be admitted." Watching the nurse who accompanied me leave, I told her, "I'll tell you what preparations to make on QQ tonight."

"Okay, I… I'm leaving now," she said, glancing at me a few times before closing the door and leaving. I blushed too; it was ridiculous that I had an erection.

That night, in my study. I brought the department's video home.

Chen Yuan : Doctor, I'm so scared. Will it hurt?

Nostalgia: It's okay, there's anesthesia.

Chen Yuan: Will it be fine after the surgery? No…

Nostalgia: Removing the excess will improve the symptoms, it won't come back.

Chen Yuan: Will it affect…?

Nostalgia: That? Oh, you mean sex? It won't affect it.

Chen Yuan: But the gynecologist said it might affect the pleasure…

Nostalgia: No, it won't. We won't stitch up your vaginal opening, and besides, it'll remove the cause of your pain during intercourse.

Chen Yuan: Thank you. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. Do you need someone to come with me? Nostalgia: You know my husband isn't home. It's best to have a family member come. It'll be the day of the surgery. I'll schedule your surgery tomorrow afternoon. Also, you need to… Chen Yuan: Oh, what?

Nostalgia: Tomorrow's surgery will be on your genitals. You have to shave all your hair.

Chen Yuan: Oh, I…I can't shave…I can't shave it?

Nostalgia: You don't want me to shave it for you, do you?

Chen Yuan: *hammering expression* Nostalgia: If you can't shave it, the nurse will shave it for you tomorrow. You'd better shave it yourself.

Chen Yuan: Okay. I logged off, I was so nervous…

On the screen, I saw her wiping away tears. Because she was at home, she was dressed casually, and in the lamplight, I could see the shadows of her heaving breasts under her clothes. I really wanted to go to her house, pretend to comfort her, but alas, I could only have lustful thoughts.

Nostalgia: Go to sleep early, you're not dressed warmly enough, don't catch a cold.

Chen Yuan: Thank you, Director, I don't know… how to thank you…

Nostalgia: Thank you for your trust in me, I'll arrange everything tomorrow, goodbye.

I closed the QQ window, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. But that body was still flashing before my eyes. I went to my bookmarked website, and the more I looked, the more my lust burned within me. I could only use my hands to shout, "Yuanyuan, I want you," releasing my desire onto the floor.

The surgery was successful. During the daily routine ward rounds, while colleagues from the department examined her, I secretly asked her questions. Whether it was out of fear of exposing her mature body to the public or a desire to possess her, I don't know. Anyway, her sutures were absorbable. Occasionally, I'd take a nurse to check on her shaved vulva, imprinting her shyness and nervousness in my mind, indulging in fantasies when no one was around.

She was discharged after four days. We spent a lot of time discussing her sutures on QQ. I even went to her house to check if the sutures had absorbed, and she probably noticed all my changes. Three weeks after her surgery, when I opened her legs again, her pubic hair had grown considerably. The changes in my crotch were completely concealed by her flushed face and trembling legs. The awkward situation was broken by a phone call. I knew I could sleep with her, because she had tacitly agreed, but the wound hadn't healed yet, so I had to give up.

We entered the real passionate stage on QQ. Her sweet voice and high-pitched moans made me ejaculate on the floor every time.

Chen Yuan: Director, you're bad!

Nostalgia: How am I bad? No, I'm perfectly fine.

Chen Yuan: You're one to talk! You're not bad when you see someone, are you?

Nostalgia: How am I not fine?

Chen Yuan: Pfft! Who gets all hard when they see someone? So embarrassing!

Nostalgia: Don't you like me when I get hard? It means you're so alluring.

Chen Yuan: You've seen other people's... you want to see yours too.

Nostalgia: Where?

Chen Yuan: Well... your hard thing...

Nostalgia: Aren't you afraid of that thing? You said it hurts during sex, and you still want to see it?

Chen Yuan: I want to see it! I haven't seen it in over six months. Besides, you get so hard every time you check me, I want to touch it... Nostalgia

: Then take your clothes off first, take them all off, and I'll show you.

Chen Yuan: You're so naughty, haven't you looked at it many times already? What are you still looking at? Nostalgia: You have so much hair there, I like women with a lot of hair, take it off, breasts, pull them down... show them... such big breasts... further down... look at your pussy... ah... so dark... spread your legs... spread them wider... touch that little bean... such a tender pussy... Voice: "I... ah... am all naked... ah... I want your big cock... give me yours... ah... so thick... ah... so hard... ah..."

...

This was our first time being passionate, I ejaculated, she watched me ejaculate, her face showing surprise and excitement, she was also very wet under my teasing.

Later we frequently had activities on the computer QQ at night, like a married couple... Chen Yuan: Brother Ming, I'm here. Emoji hug.

Nostalgia: Little brat, can you hug me? Let me hug you instead. Emoji two hugs and a kiss.

Chen Yuan: Ah, you're suffocating me. Brother, you're so strong, I want more, I want more.

Nostalgia: What do you want?

Her voice came through the audio: "I want my brother to hug me tightly, to kiss me...and then touch me...ah. Nostalgia:

I'm touching you! Touching your breasts, pull your clothes open, show your big breasts to your brother, I want to see.

Audio: Ah...brother...ah...you're sucking my breasts...your hands...ah...don't touch my pants...brother...I'm wet...brother...your penis is so thick...such a big head...ah...Nostalgia: Do you like it? I'll put it inside your pussy...brother, bring the camera closer...yes...closer...your pubic hair is so black." …I like…I fuck your cunt…fuck your tender cunt…tummy…

My erect penis appeared on the computer desktop, thrusting towards her… Voice message: “Brother…your is so thick…I’m all…naked…don’t touch my breasts…I want you to fuck…my cunt…ah…brother…I can’t take it anymore…your cock is so thick…fuck my…tummy…ah…”

I looked at her dark pubic hair so close to my eyes and the glistening wetness flowing from her slit, panting heavily as she ejaculated a pool of liquid on the floor.

…

For a long time afterward, we released our lust in each other’s nakedness. Two months after her surgery, I finally entered her cavity, turning virtual sex into reality, while QQ passion still overwhelmed us.

[The End]

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