My Beloved Wife's Hospital Adventures

Back when SARS raged, it caused widespread panic. A few days ago, my wife had some cold symptoms, and I panicked, immediately putting on a mask and rushing to the hospital for a checkup. She was there all morning. Worried about her, I took a break at noon to go home and found her face flushed and silent for a long time. Sensing something was wrong, I pressed her for details, but she wouldn't say. That evening, she finally told me what had happened.
At the hospital, probably because of SARS, people were hesitant to go to such places, so the queue was surprisingly short, and it was my wife's turn quickly. The doctor examining her was a man in his thirties. After listening to my wife's description of her symptoms, he picked up his stethoscope and gestured for her to pull her shirt down from her pants. My wife was dressed casually that day, wearing belted jeans and a semi-transparent silk blouse over a tank top. She pulled her shirt out of her pants, and the doctor slipped his stethoscope inside, then pushed up her bra, the cold instrument pressed directly against her full, smooth breasts.
She quickly felt the doctor's fingers seemingly brushing against her breasts, intentionally or unintentionally. The stethoscope was on her left breast, while at least two of the doctor's fingers had wandered to the edge of her right breast, gently caressing it. However, she was too embarrassed to complain; making a sound would only bring her embarrassment. She simply asked, "Doctor, how long will it take?" The
doctor seemed startled, quickly withdrawing his hand and stammering, "Oh, okay, that's enough. You need to get a chest X-ray." He then hastily scribbled down a test form. She quickly straightened her clothes. When she went to pay, she saw there were no more patients waiting outside, and the doctor followed her out, locked the door, and left.
She paid the fee and went to the X-ray room. The room was divided into two sections, and the examining physician was a younger male doctor. The doctor took the examination form from her, gestured for her to wait outside, and went into the inner room. After a while, the doctor came out again, locked the examination room door, and said to his wife, "Take off your clothes." His wife did as she was told, taking off her shirt until she was only wearing a tank top. The doctor shook his head: "Take off all your clothes."
His wife was stunned, asking in surprise, "All off? This…" She had had chest X-rays more than once before, and often they were just standing there like that, at most removing one or two thicker outer garments. She hadn't expected this hospital to require a naked examination. The doctor nodded and explained, "Yes, this is the latest imported digital X-ray machine, very accurate. Wearing clothes will show the fabric fibers, making the results inaccurate."
His wife hesitated for a moment, but thinking that she was already there, she couldn't not have a thorough examination, and as the saying goes, there's no privacy in front of a doctor, so she had no choice but to take off her tank top and bra, standing there shirtless.
Although the temperature was already quite high, and the air conditioning wasn't on indoors (due to SARS), the wife still felt a chill run down her naked body under the doctor's intense gaze. She could only console herself: she was wearing a mask now, so even though the doctor could see her body, he couldn't see her face clearly, and even if they met again, he probably wouldn't recognize her.
The doctor stared at her for a while, until she lowered her head shyly. His face was masked, so his expression was unreadable. He gestured for her to stand in front of the large X-ray machine, then placed her hands behind her back, crossed them, and gave her a slight push on her bare back. She was involuntarily positioned with her chest out, making her prominent breasts stand out even more. The doctor said, "Stay like that, don't move," and went back into the inner room.
The following time felt like an eternity. The wife stood naked from the waist up, her hands behind her back, in front of the machine, afraid to move. Of course, her heart was pounding, but she tried her best to appear calm and composed, concealing her anxiety. Often bound and gagged, she suddenly felt like a captured heroine, stripped naked by the enemy, her hands bound behind her back, standing in an interrogation room awaiting their cruelty.
Thinking of this, she clenched her fists and thrust her already prominent breasts forward even further.
Suddenly, the buzzing of the machine interrupted her reverie. She looked up and saw the flatbed lens of the X-ray machine move forward, first gently, then firmly against her breasts. She felt a cool sensation on her breasts and couldn't help but let out a soft "Oh." Then the lens suddenly moved up and down, and her breasts were rubbed. The cool stimulation combined with this "rubbing" caused her nipples to immediately become engorged and erect. Feeling the change in her body, her face flushed red. She
didn't know how much time passed before the buzzing sound resumed, and the lens left her breasts. Her
previously flattened breasts returned to their original shape, and her nipples, unobstructed, immediately stood erect. The wife, who had initially breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at herself and felt her face flush even more. She was again thankful that she had worn a mask, which would conceal her embarrassment. She walked towards the door, intending to get dressed quickly.
"Wait!" she cried, turning back to see two male doctors emerging from inside. Startled, she quickly covered her bare chest with her hands, then realized that the other doctor was the same internist who had just examined her. The wife suddenly realized that the doctor had been waiting there to watch her have a chest X-ray. She was both ashamed and angry, exclaiming, "What are you doing?!"
The doctor, seemingly oblivious to her bare breasts, stared into her eyes and said seriously, "When I was listening to your chest, I heard some noises. So I looked at the X-ray results and found a small shadow in your lungs. Therefore, I need you to stay and do some further tests." The wife was terrified and quickly asked, "What...what does this mean? Is it serious?" The doctor said, "I'm not sure, so I need to use this machine inside to check again. Please come in." The wife, still shaken, followed the two doctors into the inner room.
The inner room was also an examination room, with a black leather examination bed and another standing X-ray machine next to it.
The wife, shirtless and anxious, followed the internist's instructions, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down on her back.
Her bare back pressed against the artificial leather, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. She couldn't help but shift her position. Of course, at this point, she no longer covered herself with her hands.
The internist continued, "The examination might be a little painful for you. To prevent you from moving around, we need to restrain you now." Before his wife could react, two doctors each grabbed one of her hands, pulled them over her head, and tightened the leather straps on the examination table's metal frame around her wrists. Then they strapped her feet to the table as well. Now his wife was fixed to the examination table in a "fire" shape. Even in a hospital, this vulnerable position terrified her.
At this moment, the doctor in charge of the X-ray left, and the internist loosened his wife's belt.
His wife became even more panicked. She had never encountered anything like this before and didn't know what the doctor wanted. If the doctor truly had ill intentions, she was now completely powerless to resist. Thankfully, the doctor only unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, without doing anything further. However, this still made my wife incredibly embarrassed. She was wearing a lace thong (it's all my fault for being too strict with her; this is a lesson learned – never wear sexy lingerie to the hospital!), and now she was completely exposed to the doctor's gaze. Although she couldn't see her lower body, my wife knew that because the thong was so small, while it didn't expose her most intimate parts, her pubic hair was probably halfway out.
A moment later, the X-ray doctor came in again and sat behind the operating table. With two men present, my wife felt even more embarrassed, but also somewhat relieved. At least she didn't have to worry about being alone with a man in a room.
The internist left the examination table and went to the operating table. Then the buzzing sound started again, and the X-ray machine's arm began to rotate, lunging at my wife like a giant demon.
The wife was completely naked from the waist up, her pants were undone, and her limbs were bound. She faced the X-ray machine, which could see right through her. Under the gaze of two strange men, she no longer felt shy, but rather an unprecedented thrill. With the buzzing sound, she almost lost control of her body's reaction, groaning aloud. She didn't even notice how the X-ray machine moved over her body or when it moved away.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her breast, and the wife cried out, "Ah!" The internist was already standing beside the examination table, holding a strange instrument with wires, gesturing across her chest. Seeing her terrified expression, he explained, "You have some problems with your bronchi. This is a new type of electrotherapy device. Just bear with it." Then, another electrotherapy. This time, the wife was prepared and didn't cry out. However, she still gritted her teeth in pain.
Thankfully, the doctor quickly untied her and said, "All done." The wife got out of bed, buttoning her pants as she went, and turned back to ask, "How were my test results?" The doctor said, "Oh, just a cold, a minor issue with your bronchi, nothing serious. Just go back to the internal medicine department and get some medication." Relieved, the wife went out to get dressed.
Unexpectedly, her bra, which she had taken off and placed on the stool behind the door, was gone, leaving her only in a silk blouse and tank top. She picked up both garments and shook them, but they were still gone. Looking around, the large room was completely empty except for white coats. The wife was stunned. At that moment, the internal medicine doctor came out and, seeing her standing there dumbfounded, asked, "What happened?" Completely forgetting that she was still shirtless, the wife turned around and said, "My clothes are gone… How could this happen, ah…" Only then did she remember to cover her chest with the clothes she was holding.
The doctor looked at the two pieces of clothing strangely and said, "Isn't this right here?" The wife exclaimed, "No, there's another one..." The doctor looked closely and then realized what was happening. He called out loudly, "Xiao Li, has anyone come in here?" The doctor in charge of X-rays replied from inside, "No."
At this point, the wife was at a loss. She couldn't very well chase after the two doctors for her bra, could she? She could only put on the vest and shirt. Both pieces were made of very thin fabric, and since they were already considered sexy outfits, the bra was the only thing covering her vital areas. At this moment, her nipples were still erect and aroused, and her two nipples immediately stood out conspicuously, even faintly revealing a hint of rosy pink. This made her blush deeply, feeling extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head and followed the doctor back to the internal medicine department to get her medication. Then, without even picking up the medication, she ran straight out of the hospital, hailed a taxi, and raced back. Even in the taxi, she kept her arms crossed over her chest. Even after arriving home (thankfully, she didn't run into anyone on the way upstairs), her heart was still pounding.
Back home, my wife took off her top and, just like during the examination, carefully examined herself in the mirror, shirtless. Thankfully, she was confident her figure was still presentable (my wife has always been very proud of this). Moreover, she was certain that, with her mask on, no one would recognize her again.
However, the thought of her experience at the hospital made her blush.
I also know a little about X-rays; I know that for a chest X-ray, as long as the clothing doesn't contain metal parts, it's generally not necessary to be completely naked. After hearing my wife's account, I had a pretty good idea of what happened. That internist was clearly a lecherous man who had taken a liking to my wife's body, so he colluded with the X-ray doctor to half-trick, half-force my wife to undress for them. As for the subsequent "examination," it was obviously unnecessary; the doctor even came up with an excuse to tie my wife up once, and that electrotherapy device was probably used as a tool and torture device to control her. Of course, that bra was definitely stolen by that damned X-ray doctor while my wife was tied to the examination table (whether it was a conspiracy is unknown). The thought that my wife had not only had her naked upper body seen by two strange men today, but also had her underwear stolen as a "souvenir" filled me with mixed feelings, a strange thrill, almost making me want to send her for another chest X-ray. Of course, I wouldn't tell my wife the truth or my own feelings.
However, when I asked her what it was like to be examined naked, she unexpectedly said, "This isn't the first time. I've walked naked from one room to another for physical exams before..." At this point, no matter how much I pressed her, she wouldn't say anything more, only that it happened when she was 19, after graduating from vocational school and being recruited for a job. This piqued my interest; I was determined to find an opportunity to "interrogate" her into revealing the details.
(After several rounds of torture, my wife finally confessed everything. It was quite a story.
If I had known, I should have gone to medical school to specialize in physical exams.)
(Postscript: I've been paying attention to some news reports about chest X-rays lately. There have been several similar cases where my wife was stripped naked for the X-ray. It's also said that the latest, more sensitive digital X-ray machines do require the examinee to be naked or wearing thin clothing provided by the hospital. So I'm not sure whether my wife's naked examination was intentionally harassed or if it was genuinely necessary for the examination and the doctor was just using it as an excuse.)

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