Take my friend's silly girlfriend to the doctor

I took my friend's girlfriend, who's
a bit slow, to see a doctor. My roommate's girlfriend is someone he went to great lengths to woo; she's a junior at a dance academy, studying folk dance. She's incredibly cute and has a stunning figure. Although she's nearsighted, about 400 degrees, she's so vain that she never wears glasses, at most sometimes contact lenses. But as a dance student, she trains a lot, so she rarely wears them.

My roommate doesn't want us to call her "Third Sister-in-Law"; her name is Shaomin, but everyone calls her Xiaomin. She's a dance student, much younger than us—five years younger than my roommate and four years younger than me—only 17 this year.

My roommates and I were all secretly drooling, constantly begging my third brother and sister-in-law to introduce me to some beauties from the dance academy. But unfortunately, it usually ended after just one meal. We didn't have my third brother's thick skin or tenacious perseverance, so we could only drool.

But, people always have unexpected good luck, and this time it happened to me...

On Wednesday afternoon, my third brother suddenly received a call during a break between classes, and then came to me in a panic. He said that Xiaomin had strained her leg in her dance class and needed to go to the hospital. Her classmates had offered to take her, but now that they were facing exams, they were all busy contacting each other, and she didn't want to trouble them. She wanted my third brother to go with her. My third brother thought he might have trouble handling it alone, so he asked me to help. Since it involved skipping class, he figured everyone else would have reservations, but I had strong connections with the professors in the department, so he figured I could get leave.

I thought, "That's a piece of cake! I can even talk to a pretty girl, that sounds great!" So I immediately agreed. On the way to the dance academy, I made a quick phone call and casually gave an excuse to get the leave sorted out.

When I arrived at the dance academy and met Xiaomin, I learned what had happened. Apparently, she hadn't warmed up enough, and during stretching, her supporting leg suddenly gave way, causing her to strain her hamstring. Seeing our blank expressions, she explained it was her groin. My heart immediately raced, filled with sinful and lewd fantasies—the groin of beautiful Xiaomin!

I couldn't help but glance at Xiaomin's thighs... her groin. Xiaomin was still wearing her workout clothes, the kind that resembled a swimsuit, but the fabric was different—it was red silk with tassels at the hem. The waist was high, so the fabric at the crotch was narrow, extending upwards to her waist, exposing her entire groin, including her groin.

I glanced at her and felt Xiaomin look at me before looking away. She seemed perfectly normal, not paying any attention to me. I figured it was probably just my guilty conscience. At that moment, Third Brother was too busy to notice anything and didn't see me.

Third Brother packed Xiaomin's clothes, putting her underwear and other items into her bag, and gave her her coat and pants. The coat was easy to put on, but the pants were quite difficult because Xiaomin had strained her hip; even slight movement was painful. When she injured herself, her hip was open, so she couldn't quite close it completely. Third Brother struggled to get them on.

At this point, I ran outside and hailed a taxi, waiting for them at the entrance of the dance academy. After Third Brother finished helping Xiaomin, he helped her out, and then they drove straight to Peking University Third Hospital. The sports medicine department at Peking University Third Hospital is nationally renowned and is the designated examination and treatment institution for our school's dance and physical education departments, giving them priority access to medical care. On the bus, I noticed Xiaomin was still wearing a hairband, which she used to tie her hair up during practice. I took it off and casually put it in my pocket.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was already quite late in the afternoon, and all the regular specialist appointments were sold out. An emergency visit wouldn't be helpful for this kind of ailment. So we found a doctor and mentioned we were from X University. The senior specialist gave us an extra appointment, meaning that barring any unforeseen circumstances, we would be the last patients of the day.

However, the doctor didn't leave us waiting. He ordered an X-ray to rule out a bone injury, as it was too late to perform the examination. I carried the bag, and my third brother supported Xiaomin as we arrived at the X-ray room. By then, Xiaomin was in even more pain and could only be carried around.

Suddenly, Third Brother's phone rang. It was the dormitory leader calling. Apparently, there was a make-up class this afternoon, specifically for students who had failed. Both Third Brother and the dormitory leader had been caught and needed to attend. Apparently, the teacher for this class was very attentive to attendance; as long as you came to the make-up exam, you would pass, otherwise, forget about it. Third Brother had been so busy that he forgot about it. The dormitory leader attended half of the class and suddenly realized Third Brother wasn't there. Since there was a roll call at the end of class, he quickly called to look for him.

Third Brother was shocked and at a loss. Xiao Min, enduring the pain, comforted him, saying, "Go back, there's no rush here. We'll take our time. You can come back after your class." I also advised him, saying, "I'm here for you, Brother Quan. At most, I can ask Fourth Brother to come and help me." Third Brother thought it over and decided that this was the only option. He called Fourth Brother and then instructed me to comfort Xiao Min before leaving in a hurry.

At this time, it was our turn for the examination. I helped Xiao Min into the examination room, which was dark and cool inside. After we went in, the heavy door closed automatically, and a voice came from a small room on the side: "Shao Min?" We said yes, and the voice told Xiao Min to lie down on the bed. Then a middle-aged male doctor came out of the small room.

I helped Xiaomin lie down on the bed. The doctor glanced at Xiaomin's brightly decorated jeans and said, "This won't do, they're all metal pieces. Take them off!" We both knew a little about fashion and knew we had to take them off.

Xiaomin, being a dancer, wasn't as sensitive as the average girl; except for me, my heart started racing. I hadn't managed to put her pants on earlier, so now it was my turn to take them off. After Xiaomin lay down, because of the pain, she had to lie on her back so I could help her take them off.

I pretended to be calm as I unbuckled her belt—this was the first time I'd ever unbuckled a woman's belt—and then unzipped her pants. Didn't I remember reading in porn that women's zippers were on the side? This one was in the front, wasn't it? Then I started trying to take them off, but because Xiaomin's thighs were slightly open, they couldn't close completely. These tight jeans had to be closed at the buttocks to be taken off, so it took me a lot of effort to pull them down.

At first, I was embarrassed and only dared to touch the pants. Later, seeing the doctor getting more and more impatient, I held Xiaomin's buttocks—that is, her buttocks—and pulled them down, pulling one side and then the other, touching the back and then the front. When touching the back, because of the rough texture of the exercise clothes, I only felt the pleasure of touching a girl's buttocks; when touching the front, I was actually touching the tender flesh of Xiaomin's groin.

Normally, the hardest part of taking off these tight pants is the buttocks, but because Xiaomin's hips were wide open, the lower part was even wider. I originally planned to try to take off one leg, but because Xiaomin was in more pain now, it was also difficult to bend the other leg, so I could only take it off little by little, left and right. Finally, I supported Xiaomin's crotch with my hand and managed to pull off her pants.

During this time, I was only concerned with my racing heart and didn't care about Xiaomin's feelings. When my hand left Xiaomin's crotch, I noticed that her face was already red. I didn't say anything, and we remained silent.

Seeing that Xiaomin's pants were already off, the doctor had her lie on her back, lowered the instrument, aimed it at her buttocks, and walked away. He quickly returned and asked, "What's that on her clothes?" The doctor and I carefully examined the tassels at the hem of Xiaomin's exercise clothes and unanimously concluded that there was metal thread inside. The doctor said, "No! It has to be taken off." But this time he didn't leave; he just stood there watching us.

Xiaomin blushed even more upon hearing this, and her mouth trembled. I was originally going to suggest waiting for my third brother to return, but seeing Xiaomin's expression, a surge of passion rushed to my head, and I said, "Okay then, otherwise I'll be off work." Then, without waiting for Xiaomin to say anything, I started working.

This dress is a one-piece, with buttons at the back, which are undone and then pulled down from the bottom. I asked Xiaomin to turn over, and surprisingly, she didn't object at all. With my help, she obediently turned over, and I unbuttoned the back and loosened the shoulder straps, allowing the top to fall down completely.

I pulled it down a bit, then turned Xiaomin over again and pulled the dress down further. Sure enough, as expected, there was no bra underneath. After the dress was pulled down from the chest, a pair of adorable little breasts popped out, white and incredibly cute!

Without hesitation, I continued pulling down, grabbing Xiaomin's waist and giving her a quick tug before ripping her clothes off her buttocks. The clothes were elastic, so they came off easily, exposing Xiaomin's private parts to me and the doctor!

My new hypothesis was confirmed: Xiaomin indeed had no hair there; no wonder no hair could be seen protruding from her bodysuit! Xiaomin's private parts were fair and delicate, with a thin pink slit exactly like in the yellow picture, and because Xiaomin's thighs were open, we could see it even more clearly.

The elastic exercise clothes were easily removed, and Xiaomin was now lying naked on the bed. The doctor adjusted Xiaomin a few times before returning to the operating room, taking a picture, then turning Xiaomin onto her side, taking another picture, and saying, "You can get off now."

The doctor then suggested, "Your clothes are so difficult to put on, and you'll need to take off your pants for the examination later, so don't wear them. I'll give you an examination gown! After you're done, just return the gown to the emergency room." Xiaomin was nervous about me helping her put on pants, so she readily agreed.

The doctor took out a set of blue, seemingly plastic-like clothing from the cabinet, telling us that it was sterilized after each use and that we shouldn't worry about hygiene. After taking the garment and unfolding it, I saw it was a sleeveless apron-like garment, the kind chefs wear. It was somewhat smooth, but didn't feel like plastic; it was thick and quite heavy.

Then I noticed that the area below the waist, corresponding to the genitals, was open, with a hole about 20 centimeters square, connected to the garment at the bottom; the sides were also open, with two snaps at the top that would fasten it, exposing the genitals if opened. The doctor explained that this was a garment used for examinations of pregnant women, to minimize the exposure of radiation to other areas, especially the pregnant woman's abdomen, where the fetus is located.

The two of us, grown men, stood next to a beautiful young woman who was completely naked with her legs spread, discussing these issues, our expressions somewhat ambiguous. The doctor probably assumed I was Xiaomin's boyfriend and didn't dare to be too forward; and to maintain this delicate atmosphere, I pretended to be serious, as if I were taking my girlfriend to the doctor. But thinking about it afterwards, if it really were my girlfriend, lying naked in front of a male doctor, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't feel comfortable.

I helped Xiaomin sit up against the bed, draped the examination gown over her, and ran my hands over her waist and buttocks again. The only place I hadn't touched yet was her breasts; because I was so nervous when I took off her workout clothes, I had ripped them off in one go instead of slowly removing them from her breasts, and I secretly regretted it. I had originally planned to feel her properly while dressing her, but now that she was wearing the examination gown, judging by the style, I guessed I wouldn't have the chance for a while.

Just as I was about to help Xiaomin put on her clothes, she suddenly whispered to me, "Why don't you put on your underwear first?" I knew Xiaomin would be embarrassed to go out naked in her examination gown, so I opened her sports bag.

I had placed her bag on a table near the door when I came in. Next to the table was a trash can labeled "Medical Waste," which seemed to contain discarded cotton swabs or something similar.

While rummaging through Xiaomin's underwear, an idea suddenly struck me. I pretended to accidentally knock over her bag, causing her underwear, which I had placed on top, to fall into the trash can. As I reached for it, I wiped the underwear on the cotton swabs, getting some bloodstains on it, and showed it to Xiaomin, apologizing profusely and saying it was probably unwearable. Xiaomin glanced at it; although she was a little angry, there was nothing she could do.

I then rummaged through my bag and found Xiaomin's bra. I went to her and put it on her, intending to take advantage of the situation, but I didn't get the chance because I only fastened it from the front. Actually, Xiaomin could wear a bra herself since her arm was fine, but when I helped her down, I used some tricks to make her lean against the bed, forcing her to hold onto the instruments and the bed with her hands, otherwise her legs would bear the weight. So Xiaomin's hands were now bound.

At that moment, an accident happened. The examination room door suddenly opened, and a male doctor came in with several people, shouting, "There's a car accident victim here. The equipment in the emergency room can't handle it, so we'll do it here." Several people followed, pushing a portable gurney in.

After they came in, everyone was stunned. The group included me, Xiaomin, the male doctor inside, the male doctor who had just come in, the three people pushing the cart, the wounded man covered in blood in the cart, and a few people at the door. Because, except for Xiaomin, everyone's eyes were fixed on the naked Xiaomin—no, half-naked, because she was wearing a bra.

However, generally speaking, a girl's nakedness mainly refers to her genitals; even if she's fully dressed, if her buttocks or genitals are exposed, it can be considered naked.

I reacted quickly, grabbed the examination gown and put it on Xiaomin, then angrily said, "Why did you suddenly come in?" The wounded man and those who brought him all looked at the leading male doctor, who said慌张地, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Then he waved his hand and led everyone out, the door closing again.

To my surprise, the examining doctor also followed them out! But as the doctor was leaving, he said, "Hurry up, the patient is waiting!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Xiaomin, only to find her looking away, her face flushed crimson. I suddenly realized that I had pressed my clothes against Xiaomin's body, one hand around her shoulder pressing on one side of the clothes, the other covering her chest; Xiaomin was leaning against the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her on the bed.

I stammered, "These people are really inappropriate!" Xiaomin murmured, "Yeah! I encountered something like that when I was little, going swimming. A plumber suddenly walked into the shower room, and I was terrified."

We both laughed awkwardly. I didn't know what to say, so I casually asked, "And then?" Xiaomin's face suddenly turned even redder, her mouth opened, but she didn't say anything. Seeing this, I didn't ask any questions, but I was very curious.

I helped Xiaomin put on the clothes, and then had her turn to the side so I could tie the back straps. At that moment, I realized that the clothes were indeed like an apron; the back wasn't closed, but rather open. But for Xiaomin now, an open back meant an open bottom. What should we do? No wonder the doctor recommended this outfit to us; he even ran out nervously.

Just then, we heard shouts outside the door, "Hurry up, hurry up," and a voice mixed with dialect saying, "Someone's going to die!" Xiaomin was getting restless and didn't notice what was happening behind her. I steeled myself and gritted my teeth: "What am I afraid of?! If Third Brother comes looking for me, I'll just say I wasn't looking!"

But when I went to get my bag, I was still cautious. I took a piece of clothing out of Xiaomin's bag. It turned out to be a yellow short trench coat. Although it was called a trench coat, it was actually more for summer because the fabric was thin and breathable. It was just a summer jacket in the style of a trench coat. The hem of the garment was about 10 centimeters above the knee, similar to a short skirt, and should be enough to cover Xiaomin's bare bottom.

When I draped the cloak over Xiaomin's shoulders, she hesitated for a moment. I didn't want to explain that her back was completely exposed, so I just vaguely said, "It's cool outside, it'll be better with this on." This was utter nonsense that didn't hold up to scrutiny, because when we came in, it was clearly even colder inside the examination room. But at that moment, we were both in a hurry to leave, and Xiaomin didn't have time to think about what I said. Since I had already draped it over her shoulders, she didn't say anything more.

Then I slung my bag over my shoulder, supported Xiaomin, and pushed open the door and went out. Everyone outside stared at Xiaomin expectantly. The sudden sight of the naked angel had left little impression on them. Now, their eyes brazenly scanned Xiaomin's alluring face and stunning figure. Unfortunately, her outfit—an apron in the front and a trench coat in the back—completely concealed her figure, leaving them to satisfy their curiosity through imagination and recollection. When

the examining doctor and the male doctor passed by, I saw obvious disappointment on their faces. I knew they had definitely conspired and were anticipating Xiaomin's bare back and exposed buttocks, but my plan had disappointed them.

I helped Xiaomin to the sports medicine specialist clinic on the third floor (the regular clinic is on the second floor). We took the elevator up earlier, but when we got there, we found one of the elevators was out of power, and a sign outside one of the doors said "Under Maintenance, Thank You." This meant I had to carry Xiaomin up to the third floor, and she immediately looked distressed.

I yelled, "This lousy hospital! They put internal medicine on the first floor, but patients with mobility issues have to go up to the third floor! Isn't that ridiculous?" But despite my outburst, the problem still needed to be solved.

Reaching the top of the stairs, looking at what was supposed to be a minor step, we both fell silent. After some consideration, the only way was to carry Xiaomin up. Supporting her was impossible, and carrying her on my back was also impossible. It wasn't that I was worried about her beautiful buttocks, but my injured hip couldn't close completely, nor could it open fully. Also, I couldn't put my hands on her buttocks because it would hurt too much.

So, I slung my bag diagonally across my back and lifted Xiaomin diagonally. Because I supported her back first, tilting her slightly before supporting her buttocks, her trench coat naturally swayed off her body as she tilted, allowing my hands to unobstructedly reach Xiaomin's bare buttocks. Although the trench coat had fallen, the examination gown had also drooped slightly, thus obscuring Xiaomin's beautiful bare buttocks and my hands.

I carried Xiaomin upstairs like that. Although Xiaomin was very slender, she was quite tall, and as a dancer, she had a lot of muscle and a large weight, so no one could tell that she actually weighed around 110 pounds. If it were my third brother, who weighed 180 pounds, carrying her would be no problem, but for me, who only weighed 130 pounds, carrying Xiaomin was quite strenuous.

So after only a few steps, I felt the person in my arms swaying and sliding down, so I had to keep shifting my center of gravity and lifting her up again and again. My hands naturally wandered over her buttocks, but only on her buttocks; I didn't have the strength to move between her thighs.

But when we got to the second floor, I found a relatively stable way to hold her. I supported Xiaomin's left buttock, the side furthest from me, and placed my thumb between her legs, pressing it against her left thigh. The inside and pad of my thumb were against her genitals.

This position was relatively stable, and I could apply more pressure, so Xiaomin stopped swaying. With each step down the stairs, I would rub my fingers against Xiaomin's genitals, feeling the warmth and moisture of the beautiful girl's private parts. Moist? Why is it a little damp? Is Xiaomin's genitals sweating? Or...? My heart started pounding! Could this be the "arousal" described in erotic books?

I glanced at Xiaomin, but she just kept her head down, looking to one side, expressionless. Aside from a slight blush on her face, she seemed unremarkable. In this situation, I couldn't make conversation, so I continued in silence.

It felt like an eternity before we reached the third floor, but actually it wasn't long. However, not everyone experiences this kind of mental journey—carrying your naked brother's girlfriend upstairs, with your hand on her genitals!

When we arrived at the specialist clinic entrance, only the two of us were still waiting. This place was like a crossroads; one side was a stairwell, another side led to the restrooms, specialist consultation rooms, and physiotherapy rooms, and yet another side led to other departments. The third side was a short, dead-end alley, seemingly leading to the adjacent ward building, but a wall separated it.

I placed Xiaomin on a chair at the end of the alley so that even with her legs outstretched, she wouldn't obstruct anyone. As I put her down, I carefully tucked the hem of her trench coat under the chair to prevent her delicate bottom from sitting directly on the dirty chair. However, this meant Xiaomin was still unaware that her back was exposed.

We waited in silence for a long time. Then suddenly, Lao Si arrived, carrying a bag. Lao Si is currently minoring in film photography and spends all his time taking pictures of pretty girls on campus. Lao Si said he had been looking for us for a long time. First, he went to the orthopedics department, but something didn't seem right. Then he went to the X-ray room, but still couldn't find us. Finally, he found us here. He then greeted Xiao Min again.

Lao Si is a big mouth; he never stops talking. After he arrived, he kept talking, which actually eased the awkwardness between Xiao Min and me.

Finally, it was our turn. I happened to go to the restroom, and when I came out, I saw Lao Si supporting Xiao Min as they walked towards the examination room. Lao Si loudly told me that it was Xiao Min's turn, and he took the bag he was carrying, stuffing his own bag into Xiao Min's bag as well. Xiaomin's bag was a long sports bag, the kind that can hold a tennis racket, but it didn't have much stuff inside. So, since I wasn't there, and Lao Si couldn't carry two bags, he put his own bag inside Xiaomin's.

At this moment, I saw that the corridor on the side of the examination room was empty, and the dead end was also empty, except for a few people waiting on the side of the other departments. I took the bag and suddenly realized that Xiaomin wasn't wearing a coat. I looked up sharply at Lao Si and Xiaomin, who had already walked past, and saw Xiaomin's bare back, only wearing an examination gown. Because Lao Si is relatively short, only 1.6 meters tall, it was quite difficult for him to support the 1.7-meter-tall Xiaomin. He couldn't half-support her like I could, but rather supported Xiaomin's arm with all his might, so he didn't seem to know that Xiaomin's back was exposed.

I followed her subconsciously, my eyes following Xiaomin's swaying, bare buttocks—dancing girls always sway their hips when they walk, even when they're being supported.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me, followed by heavy breathing. I turned around and saw a man in a white coat, about our age, running up the stairs. He stopped abruptly beside me, staring incredulously at Xiaomin's retreating figure, but she had already reached the clinic door and turned left into it.

The man seemed incredulous, looking around before glancing at me. I gave him a knowing smile, a few words barely escaping my lips: "Nonsense." The man's eyes widened, then he immediately understood, laughing as he asked, "That guy?" I said, "Yes, my classmate." We stopped talking and walked into the examination room together.

Inside, I saw Xiaomin sitting against the wall on the examination bed, the doctor writing something at the table, and Lao Si standing next to the doctor. The doctor saw the man who came in with me and said, "Xiao Zhao, let me see the test results." The man handed over the results, and the doctor glanced at them, saying there were no serious injuries and that we could proceed as previously stated. Then he stood up and said to us, "You all get out." Lao Si turned and left without a word. The man and I were greatly disappointed, but there was nothing we could do, so we went out and heard the door close.

After Lao Si came out, he said to me, "Lao Qi, you stay here and keep watch. I need to go to the bathroom, it's a big one. Damn it! I got dragged here on my way to the toilet, and I didn't have time to go." He then hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and the doctor said, "Who's going to get the results? Hurry up!" I turned and ran. The man was still hesitating. I casually pointed to the small window in the door and walked away, secretly chuckling to myself.

Without Xiaomin as a burden, going down three floors to get the results and then back up three floors was a piece of cake. I was back in less than five minutes. When I got back, I found no one at the door. I wondered where that guy had gone. But I didn't have time to look for him. I took a deep breath at the door and pretended to be in a hurry, then pushed the door open and went inside.

Sure enough, Xiaomin was lying naked on the bed again. I knew that this doctor, who looked to be no more than forty years old, would definitely not be satisfied with just lifting the hem of his examination gown. Xiaomin's thighs were spread even wider, now her legs were spread open like an "M" on the bed. The doctor's palm was pressed on Xiaomin's genitals—yes, her genitals, a little distance from her hip bone.

I suddenly barged in, startling the doctor, who immediately removed his hand from Xiaomin's genitals, his fingers leaving a thin silver thread. I pretended to be out of breath and handed him the results. The doctor looked at them casually, forgetting to ask me to leave. I glanced at Xiaomin and noticed that her eyes were closed and her face was flushed.

After examining her, the doctor said, "It seems there's nothing wrong with her bones." Then he began pressing on Xiaomin's groin and outer thighs, comparing her reactions from left to right.

After a while, the doctor said, "It's basically confirmed to be a hamstring strain. It shouldn't be a big problem, but it's best to do physiotherapy, which involves irradiation with a certain instrument. You'll need about two courses of treatment, about four weeks, one hour a day, in the physiotherapy room inside the examination room. You'll also need to use a special ointment, developed and manufactured by Taipei Third Hospital. Apply it to the affected area twice a day, on the inner thigh and upper groin, once in the morning and once in the evening. Each time, make sure to apply it evenly and then massage it for 20 to 30 minutes, ideally until it's red and warm." He quickly wrote down the diagnosis, wrote a prescription, and that was it.

Then, the doctor asked if we knew how to apply it. If not, he could demonstrate, but Xiaomin politely declined. I secretly despised the doctor. What was there to be confused about with this medicine? I'd had this same medicine prescribed at Peking University Third Hospital for a sprained ankle from playing soccer. It had a strong minty smell, felt cool when applied, and warmed up after a while. It was quite effective and very cheap.

Next, I needed to dress Xiaomin, but she was in an awkward position. With the doctor's help, I slowly straightened her legs. The doctor's methods were indeed different; her legs, which had been difficult to close, actually closed. Xiaomin remained silent throughout the process.

I put the examination gown back on Xiaomin, gently helped her out of the examination room, and casually chatted with her while waiting for Lao Si to finish. A little while later, the man from before actually came out of the next room. He walked over furtively, winked at me, and subtly flashed his phone. It dawned on me – this guy was pretty clever.

Apparently, there was a door between the two rooms with a small window, and since no one was in the next room, he naturally had a key to that room, making it easier for him to spy. He had seen everything that had just happened. Not only that, he might have already taken photos or recorded videos. Soon enough, there would be videos or pornographic images online with titles like "Hospital Adventure."

A few minutes later, Lao Si came out. I sent him to get the medicine while I carried Xiao Min to the emergency room to get the examination gown. Walking down to the first floor and turning in another direction, you'll find the emergency examination room; it's quite close. As we went downstairs, Xiaomin complained, "It would have been better if we had just put on my clothes! Now, at the emergency examination room , we have to take off our gowns and put them back on—it's so troublesome!" I said, "Yeah, yeah! But it's too late to say that now."

When we arrived at the emergency examination room, we found the facilities to be significantly more basic. The room was larger than the previous one, with several examination beds and an operating room on one side, one wall of which was a large window. The examination room was very dark, while the operating room was brightly lit. There were several doctors inside, all men, around twenty years old. I overheard them saying that the examination room lights seemed to be malfunctioning, and they were only able to rely on the operating room lights for illumination, so they had turned on the lights in the operating room.

I told them I was there to return the examination uniform, and they said, "Then don't stand here, don't delay other people's examinations, come inside!" Then they called for the people outside to come in for the examination. Immediately, about ten people rushed in, all wearing security guard uniforms or the kind of suits that property management companies wear. The doctor ushered half of them out, and a few others were hurriedly dealing with a person in a security guard uniform.

I helped Xiaomin to the operating room and leaned her against a table. Looking out through the large glass window of the operating room, I saw that it was very dark outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I started to prepare Xiaomin, quickly stripping her naked and leaning her against the window, and then began to put a trench coat on her. Since her underwear was gone, and her jeans were obviously unwearable, she was left with only a trench coat. If the buttons were fastened, it wasn't noticeable. Because Xiaomin was wearing a bra, although her lower body was practically naked, no one would notice unless they crouched down to look; Xiaomin's trench coat wasn't transparent.

Then we returned the examination gown and left, leaving behind a group of drooling men.

It was about 5:30 when we got out the door. We called Third Brother; he hadn't finished class yet. He whispered a few words to Xiaomin, who answered softly, seemingly a little reluctant, but ultimately seemed convinced. After

hanging up, Xiaomin said Third Brother thought it best to have a doctor teach her how to use the medication for the first time, and it would be best to go back to the doctor for a demonstration. Then she said that Third Brother's teacher had finally agreed to let Third Brother and the eldest brother treat everyone, which was a rare opportunity that they had to seize. Therefore, she estimated she wouldn't be back before 10 PM and asked me to take her to the doctor and back to her dorm

. I didn't object, but Fourth Brother said he had to leave first; a fellow villager had introduced him to a girlfriend, and he had to go on a date. We let him go, secretly mocking him for missing such a great opportunity.

I helped Xiaomin back to the third floor and found the examination room empty, but someone seemed to be in the next room. I put Xiaomin on a chair and went to the next room. It was the man, the one called Xiao Zhao, staring blankly at his phone. Seeing me, I gestured with my eyes and said in an exaggerated manner, "Hello, doctor! It's like this..." I said loudly as I walked in.

I said loudly, "We just saw the old doctor next door. He said he would demonstrate how to apply the medicine, but when we came back, she was no longer there. I wonder if you could help us teach her?" Then I quickly whispered, "Her boyfriend left and entrusted her to me, and specifically told me to apply the medicine properly. See!"

He understood and answered loudly, basically saying, "Helping is the right thing to do, doctors have a parent's heart." I casually asked, "What do you do?" He smiled mysteriously, "A caregiver," and added, "Just started." Oh, I see.

Nowadays, hospitals all employ caregivers, usually farmers from other places with little education. This guy had a shifty face and a real weasel-like appearance. He pressed on, "How do I apply the medicine?" I said, "Just apply it to all the painful areas and massage it in for an hour!" I easily doubled the doctor's advice.

Then I came out to get Xiaomin, who was waiting inside. Xiaomin didn't suspect anything and let me help her into the room. Although this guy had seen Xiaomin's naked body, Xiaomin was unaware of it. Moreover, the old doctor called him Xiao Zhao, and he was also wearing blue clothes. Since some doctors also wore blue, Xiaomin didn't realize that he was just a temporary worker. Without that blue uniform, he was no different from the migrant workers on the street. Xiaomin grew up in the city and had a natural sense of superiority over migrant workers. If she knew she would fall into the hands of such a person, I wonder what she would think?

Once inside, I deliberately said, "I'm her boyfriend's friend. Her boyfriend asked the doctor to apply the medicine properly and demonstrate for me. Right, Xiaomin?" This sentence was full of traps; Xiaomin had no answer and could only say yes.

My intentions were threefold: First, the guy assumed Lao Si was Xiaomin's boyfriend, and this sentence didn't explicitly state who her boyfriend was. Since Lao Si had been there, he assumed Xiaomin's "boyfriend" approved of the situation, thus reassuring the guy. Second, it was a fact that San Ge asked the doctor to apply the medicine; Xiaomin couldn't object, as she had personally relayed this. Third, the old doctor originally said "demonstrate," but I wasn't originally included. When Xiaomin mentioned it to me, it meant she was demonstrating for herself. However, I asked two questions together, and she didn't realize it, so she implicitly accepted that I was the one being demonstrated to. This further convinced the man.

I then put Xiaomin on the bed to one side. The bed was very dirty, probably hadn't been used in a long time. In fact, the whole room wasn't very clean; it probably wasn't a frequently used room. This guy must have come back to relive the thrill of peeping and to look at his own pornographic pictures, but the room's layout and location were exactly the same as the one next door.

However, because the room was dark and it was already quite dark outside, Xiaomin, who is nearsighted, didn't notice any of this. She thought it was a regular clinic and that Xiao Zhao was the doctor in the room!

After Xiaomin lay down on the bed, I handed the medicine to Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao took out the medicine, glanced at the instructions, and saw the words "massage" written on it. He was secretly delighted and then asked Xiaomin to take off her clothes. At this time, Xiaomin still had her eyes open and seemed uneasy seeing the door open. I walked to the door and casually closed it, and the door slammed shut with a "click."

Xiaomin seemed relieved and reached down to undo the belt of her trench coat. Although a few buttons were still fastened at the chest, the hem had slipped open, revealing her bare private parts. Perhaps Xiaomin was a little tired today, as she didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, she continued to unbutton her coat and open it further, exposing her upper body. Then she lay down naturally, waiting for the ointment to be applied.

Xiao Zhao was shocked by the scene before him, somewhat at a loss. His unruly penis was also starting to stir. I nudged him, and he finally reacted, opening the ointment and asking Xiaomin where it hurt. I pointed out the main areas for her.

With trembling hands, Xiao Zhao began applying the medicine to Xiao Min. At first, he was very obedient, focusing mainly on her thighs. After a while, Xiao Min couldn't help but say, "Doctor, it doesn't hurt that much there. Apply a little more, a little more inside." Xiao Zhao was naturally delighted with this imperial decree, and his hands finally began

applying the medicine to the key areas. Soon, the medicine was applied to her groin, groin, one side of her vulva, and a small area on her back. Then came the rubbing. At this point, Xiao Zhao thought of me and began speaking to me in a teaching tone, even instructing me to start rubbing Xiao Min's private parts as well.

As I mentioned before, the medicine felt a little cool when first applied, but it quickly warmed up, like the feeling of being thawed. Our four hands roamed over the private parts of a naked girl, rubbing and getting hotter. Xiaomin's private parts and groin began to sweat; at the same time, the room seemed to get warmer as well. It turned out that with the door closed, the room had no ventilation, so it was getting stuffy.

It was getting late, and before we knew it, we had been doing this for about half an hour. Xiaomin's thighs, private parts, and buttocks (we even made Xiaomin turn over and took the opportunity to remove her trench coat) were all red, and Xiaomin was only wearing a bra for protection. At this point, the room became increasingly dark, and even my famously good night vision could hardly see. Xiao Zhao said the light was broken, and he went to get a floor lamp. Then Xiao Zhao went out. He came back a minute or two with a floor lamp. We plugged it in, pointed it at Xiaomin, and turned it on.

The bright light shone on Xiaomin's face. Even nearsighted people are sensitive to light, and she unconsciously closed her eyes, asking, "Could you move a little further?" Xiao Zhao was about to move when I, standing in the shadows, quickly waved to him. Then I pulled a hairband belonging to Xiaomin from my pocket and said to her, "Wear this to cover your eyes, and you'll be fine."

Xiaomin was already embarrassed by being touched by two men, so, in the spirit of an ostrich, she didn't object. I wrapped the hairband around Xiaomin's eyes. As soon as her eyes were covered, we both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and smiled lewdly.

Then Xiao Zhao started massaging her again, while I stepped aside. Xiao Zhao was puzzled, so I took out Lao Si's video equipment from my bag, and she immediately understood what I meant. I set up the tripod, then the camera, pointed the lens at Xiao Min, and then went back to her side to massage her as well.

I remembered the doctor's method of relaxing and changing Xiao Min's position, and I started to knead and shift positions repeatedly. Soon, Xiao Min's legs were in the same position as before, wide open in an M shape. Because her thighs were spread too wide, her labia were also slightly parted, and it looked like there was some moisture inside Xiao Min's vagina, and her clitoris was also a little red. However, being inexperienced, I couldn't judge the extent of it and could only infer it based on my experience watching porn.

Then Xiao Zhao and I took turns massaging and filming, trying many different angles. Our hand movements became increasingly varied; I repeatedly stroked Xiao Min's clitoris with my fingers, while Xiao Zhao's fingers frequently brushed between her labia.

Throughout the process, Xiao Min and I chatted idly, mostly about her relationship with her third brother and her classmates. Then we started talking about the differences between men and women. I said I envied women, that men weren't as comfortable as women, to which Xiao Min disagreed.

We both gave examples, and finally, Xiao Min mentioned that she suffered from menstrual cramps, and each time the pain hit, she felt like she could faint, a problem men didn't have. At this moment, Xiao Zhao suddenly interjected, "Menstrual cramps are no small matter; if they get severe, they might affect your ability to have children." He then mentioned that he knew a gynecologist who was on duty in the gynecological emergency room that night, and suggested we go see her after our check-up.

I said, "If possible, we can have her come here! Ideally, we could skip the registration fee." Then I winked at Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao didn't understand what I meant, so I led him outside and said, "We can ask that doctor to come up and do the examination, and we can take the opportunity to..."

Xiao Zhao said that the doctor was a woman, from his hometown, and she was the one who introduced him to this hospital as a nursing assistant. He absolutely couldn't let her know that we were misbehaving here.

I gave him a disdainful look and said, "Don't you have one or two friends here? You can always take a look, it doesn't have to be cured! Just don't make it worse." Then I gave a lewd laugh, and Xiao Zhao immediately understood.

We had made up our minds. He called two fellow villagers who worked as laborers on a nearby construction site and loved reading pornography. He shared the pornography he found online with them, so they were very familiar with stories about humiliating girlfriends, exposing wives, and hospital humiliation. Then we went back. I pretended to be ingratiating, and he pretended to be reluctant, saying that he wouldn't have helped us if it weren't for our poor student status.

Less than ten minutes later, Xiao Zhao's two fellow villagers arrived. They certainly didn't disappoint. One was a lame man, less than 1.5 meters tall, named Lao Jiao, with a wrinkled face and looking to be in his forties; the other was a tall, dark-skinned, over 1.8 meters tall man named Hei Zi. To be honest, they weren't very convincing as doctors, but Xiao Min was still blindfolded, so we weren't worried about being exposed. I simply asked the two country bumpkins to wash their hands to avoid actually infecting Xiao Min's private parts.

Throughout the process, we pretended to have a normal conversation. I said, "Welcome, doctor," and the doctor responded with "humphs and haws." I even had Xiao Min greet them in a flattering tone. Because we hadn't completely removed Xiaomin's trench coat, her hands were bound, and she didn't seem inclined to remove her blindfold. So, for Xiaomin, who couldn't see anything, the scene she perceived was simply that I had asked Dr. Zhao to bring two gynecologists to examine her.

Through the camera lens, I saw four lecherous men standing around a narrow bed in this small room, all staring at a naked girl who was only wearing a bra; the girl's legs were spread, her arms were bound by her trench coat, and she was blindfolded—what a lewd scene!

Dr. Zhao announced that the medication had been applied and that the gynecological examination would begin. Old Jiao looked pathetic, but he was surprisingly shrewd. Based on our description and after observing for a few minutes, he already knew how to play the game. He said, "We need to do some in-depth examination." Then his rough, black hands reached directly for Xiao Min's private parts, his fingers trying to probe inside.

Xiao Min groaned, and the old man immediately said, "Oh? Are you a virgin?" Xiao Min nodded shyly, and we were all overjoyed—we'd struck gold!

Then the old man said, "It's difficult to examine like this; we can only start with an external examination." He then immediately began massaging Xiao Min's abdomen, spouting some dubious nonsense as he did so. Xiao Zhao secretly told me that this Old Jiao was a quack veterinarian back in his hometown—so that's why!

Old Jiao also told Xiao Min, "Your menstrual cramps are also related to breast development." Then he made me open my bra. Xiao Zhao and I had long disliked it, and finally we could legitimately take it off. But Old Jiao had Hei Zi examine the breasts, so we could only secretly drool and wait for our chance.

We saw Hei Zi's two big black hands caressing Xiao Min's delicate little breasts—they weren't very big, the breasts for dancing couldn't be too big. Below, Old Jiao was caressing Xiao Min's smooth mons pubis with one hand and her labia minora with the other.

Under this four-pronged attack, Xiao Min finally became aroused, letting out soft moans, and her lower body began to produce more fluid. Xiao Zhao and I gradually spread Xiao Min's legs wider. After all, she was a dancer, and she could easily do the splits.

I gestured to them that I wanted to go first, and they all agreed. Then Lao Jiao said, "Okay, now we need to examine the inside of her vagina. We'll need an instrument." After saying that, he had me stand between Xiao Min's legs.

I quickly pulled down my pants, and my cock, which had been waiting all afternoon, sprang out, erect and standing tall before Xiaomin's private parts. Then I held my cock and slowly began to thrust it into Xiaomin's vagina... Xiaomin had already been aroused several times today after being treated like this, and her vaginal fluids had already flowed quite a bit, but Xiao Zhao and I didn't understand. Lao Jiao, being an experienced man, naturally knew the extent.

Xiaomin's current position made her vaginal opening even wider, so although this was Xiaomin's first time experiencing sex, my cock entered relatively smoothly at first. The scene was indeed as described in the pornographic book: first, the warm, moist vaginal walls enveloped the head of my cock, wrapping it deeper and deeper, and then it went in all at once, and her vagina stretched out.

But just as I was about to start thrusting, Xiaomin's vagina suddenly tightened, causing me a sharp pain. A virgin's vagina was indeed extraordinary! It gripped so tightly that I almost ejaculated right there!

Xiaomin moaned softly in pain, asking the doctor to slow down, because she kept saying, "Doctor... doctor, it hurts a bit... be gentle, that thing is a bit big..." These words further aroused us. Heizi's hands began to knead Xiaomin's breasts even faster, while I continued to penetrate deeper.

Now my glans felt resistance, but at this point I was no longer cautious. Sexual impulse made me even more ferocious. I gritted my teeth and thrust my entire penis in all at once, my legs bumping into Xiaomin's legs. Although Xiaomin's legs were spread to their limit, it was impossible for her to avoid being touched completely during sex.

With a scream from Xiaomin, I began thrusting. After the scream, Xiaomin didn't react as we had feared; she didn't struggle, but instead slowly responded to my piston-like movements, even letting out moans.

I thrust in and out less than a few dozen times before surrendering, ejaculating for the first time where my semen should go, not into the toilet. Then I pulled out and went to the side to act as the cameraman.

Xiao Zhao went up and was defeated in less than a minute, while Lao Jiao, still vigorous, fought for about four minutes before ejaculating. When it was Hei Zi's turn, a problem arose. It turned out Hei Zi's penis was as large as he was, and it took a lot of effort to penetrate him. Even after penetration, he didn't ejaculate for a full half hour. Xiao Min's orgasms came and went, but Hei Zi ultimately didn't ejaculate, and his penis was pulled out quite far—I had pulled it out because I was going to go again.

This time I performed a little better, lasting six minutes, during which Xiao Min had one orgasm. Then it was Xiao Zhao's turn, and he again gave up after a minute. Lao Jiao finally stopped trying, continuing to massage Xiao Min's breasts from the front.

Hei Zi thrust again, and after about ten minutes, Xiao Min fainted with a long, low moan. This was already her umpteenth orgasm. Hei Zi then finally released his ejaculation, and as he withdrew his penis, the semen and vaginal fluids of the men dripped from Xiao Min's vagina. After

we four finished, we were all exhausted, sitting or leaning against something. Xiao Min was still lying naked on the bed. Somehow, her hands were now free, but she didn't try to remove her hairband. I glanced at my watch and suddenly realized it was almost 9 o'clock. I immediately said, "We have to go back." Then the four of us started cleaning up the mess, gently dressing Xiaomin, straightening her legs, and then sending Lao Jiao and Hei Zi away.

After everything was cleaned up, I slowly shook Xiaomin awake. Once she was awake, I said to her, "The checkup is over. The doctor said it's not a big problem. I can come back for the medicine tomorrow. Shall we go back now?" Xiaomin looked at me blankly and nodded obediently. I then helped Xiaomin out of the clinic and outside.

Xiaomin was still only wearing a trench coat, but this time she was completely naked underneath, not even a bra, which Lao Jiao took as a souvenir; Hei Zi took her underwear; Xiao Zhao originally wanted the videotape, but I refused and gave her Xiaomin's socks instead.

I helped Xiaomin flag down a taxi back to school. The whole way, Xiaomin was in a daze, occasionally glancing at me, but didn't say much. When I dropped Xiaomin off at her dorm, she suddenly asked me, "I might have been a little out of line during the checkup. Don't tell Jiali, or he'll think I'm lewd. I never imagined I'd act like that; it's just a checkup, how could I have those feelings!" I was stunned. I didn't know if Xiaomin was just fooling herself, or if she really was a little silly.

Our roommate's girlfriend is someone he went to great lengths and spent a lot of money to woo. She's a junior at a dance academy, studying folk dance. She's incredibly cute and has a stunning figure. Although she's nearsighted, around 400 degrees, she's so vain that she never wears glasses, at most sometimes contact lenses. But as a dance student, she trains a lot, so she rarely wears them.

Our roommate doesn't want us to call her "Third Sister-in-Law"; her name is Shaomin, but everyone calls her Xiaomin. She's a dance student, much younger than us—five years younger than our roommate and four years younger than me—only 17 this year.

My roommates and I were all secretly drooling, constantly begging my third brother and sister-in-law to introduce me to some beauties from the dance academy. But unfortunately, it usually ended after just one meal. We didn't have my third brother's thick skin or tenacious perseverance, so we could only drool.

But, people always have unexpected good luck, and this time it happened to me...

On Wednesday afternoon, my third brother suddenly received a call during a break between classes, and then came to me in a panic. He said that Xiaomin had strained her leg in her dance class and needed to go to the hospital. Her classmates had offered to take her, but now that they were facing exams, they were all busy contacting each other, and she didn't want to trouble them. She wanted my third brother to go with her. My third brother thought he might have trouble handling it alone, so he asked me to help. Since it involved skipping class, he figured everyone else would have reservations, but I had strong connections with the professors in the department, so he figured I could get leave.

I thought, "That's a piece of cake! I can even talk to a pretty girl, that sounds great!" So I immediately agreed. On the way to the dance academy, I made a quick phone call and casually gave an excuse to get the leave sorted out.

When I arrived at the dance academy and met Xiaomin, I learned what had happened. Apparently, she hadn't warmed up enough, and during stretching, her supporting leg suddenly gave way, causing her to strain her hamstring. Seeing our blank expressions, she explained it was her groin. My heart immediately raced, filled with sinful and lewd fantasies—the groin of beautiful Xiaomin!

I couldn't help but glance at Xiaomin's thighs... her groin. Xiaomin was still wearing her workout clothes, the kind that resembled a swimsuit, but the fabric was different—it was red silk with tassels at the hem. The waist was high, so the fabric at the crotch was narrow, extending upwards to her waist, exposing her entire groin, including her groin.

I glanced at her and felt Xiaomin look at me before looking away. She seemed perfectly normal, not paying any attention to me. I figured it was probably just my guilty conscience. At that moment, Third Brother was too busy to notice anything and didn't see me.

Third Brother packed Xiaomin's clothes, putting her underwear and other items into her bag, and gave her her coat and pants. The coat was easy to put on, but the pants were quite difficult because Xiaomin had strained her hip; even slight movement was painful. When she injured herself, her hip was open, so she couldn't quite close it completely. Third Brother struggled to get them on.

At this point, I ran outside and hailed a taxi, waiting for them at the entrance of the dance academy. After Third Brother finished helping Xiaomin, he helped her out, and then they drove straight to Peking University Third Hospital. The sports medicine department at Peking University Third Hospital is nationally renowned and is the designated examination and treatment institution for our school's dance and physical education departments, giving them priority access to medical care. On the bus, I noticed Xiaomin was still wearing a hairband, which she used to tie her hair up during practice. I took it off and casually put it in my pocket.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was quite late in the afternoon, and all the regular specialist appointments were sold out. And for this kind of ailment, going to the emergency room wouldn't be worthwhile. So we found a doctor and mentioned we were from X University. The senior specialist gave us an extra appointment, which meant that, barring any unforeseen circumstances (unexpected patients), we would be the last patients of the day.

But the doctor didn't leave us waiting. He ordered an X-ray to rule out a bone injury, otherwise it would be too late to do the examination. I carried the bag, and my third brother helped Xiaomin. We arrived at the X-ray room. By then, Xiaomin was in even more pain and could only be carried.

Suddenly, my third brother's phone rang. It was the dorm leader calling. Apparently, there was a make-up class that afternoon, specifically for students who had failed. Both the dorm leader and my third brother had been caught and needed to attend. Apparently, the teacher for this class was very attentive to attendance; as long as you came for the make-up exam, you would pass, otherwise, forget about it. My third brother had been so busy that he forgot about this. The dorm leader attended half the class and suddenly realized my third brother wasn't there. Since there was a roll call at the end of class, he quickly called to look for him.

Third Brother was shocked and at a loss. Xiao Min, enduring the pain, comforted him, saying, "Go back, there's no rush here. We'll take our time. You can come back after your class." I also advised him, saying, "I'm here for you, Brother Quan. At most, I can ask Fourth Brother to come and help me." Third Brother thought it over and decided that this was the only option. He called Fourth Brother and then instructed me to comfort Xiao Min before leaving in a hurry.

At this time, it was our turn for the examination. I helped Xiao Min into the examination room, which was dark and cool inside. After we went in, the heavy door closed automatically, and a voice came from a small room on the side: "Shao Min?" We said yes, and the voice told Xiao Min to lie down on the bed. Then a middle-aged male doctor came out of the small room.

I helped Xiaomin lie down on the bed. The doctor glanced at Xiaomin's brightly decorated jeans and said, "This won't do, they're all metal pieces. Take them off!" We both knew a little about fashion and knew we had to take them off.

Xiaomin, being a dancer, wasn't as sensitive as the average girl; except for me, my heart started racing. I hadn't managed to put her pants on earlier, so now it was my turn to take them off. After Xiaomin lay down, because of the pain, she had to lie on her back so I could help her take them off.

I pretended to be calm as I unbuckled her belt—this was the first time I'd ever unbuckled a woman's belt—and then unzipped her pants. Didn't I remember reading in porn that women's zippers were on the side? This one was in the front, wasn't it? Then I started trying to take them off, but because Xiaomin's thighs were slightly open, they couldn't close completely. These tight jeans had to be closed at the buttocks to be taken off, so it took me a lot of effort to pull them down.

At first, I was embarrassed and only dared to touch the pants. Later, seeing the doctor getting more and more impatient, I held Xiaomin's buttocks—that is, her buttocks—and pulled them down, pulling one side and then the other, touching the back and then the front. When touching the back, because of the rough texture of the exercise clothes, I only felt the pleasure of touching a girl's buttocks; when touching the front, I was actually touching the tender flesh of Xiaomin's groin.

Normally, the hardest part of taking off these tight pants is the buttocks, but because Xiaomin's hips were wide open, the lower part was even wider. I originally planned to try to take off one leg, but because Xiaomin was in more pain now, it was also difficult to bend the other leg, so I could only take it off little by little, left and right. Finally, I supported Xiaomin's crotch with my hand and managed to pull off her pants.

During this time, I was only concerned with my racing heart and didn't care about Xiaomin's feelings. When my hand left Xiaomin's crotch, I noticed that her face was already red. I didn't say anything, and we remained silent.

Seeing that Xiaomin's pants were already off, the doctor had her lie on her back, lowered the instrument, aimed it at her buttocks, and walked away. He quickly returned and asked, "What's that on her clothes?" The doctor and I carefully examined the tassels at the hem of Xiaomin's exercise clothes and unanimously concluded that there was metal thread inside. The doctor said, "No! It has to be taken off." But this time he didn't leave; he just stood there watching us.

Xiaomin blushed even more upon hearing this, and her mouth trembled. I was originally going to suggest waiting for my third brother to return, but seeing Xiaomin's expression, a surge of passion rushed to my head, and I said, "Okay then, otherwise I'll be off work." Then, without waiting for Xiaomin to say anything, I started working.

The dress was a one-piece, with buttons at the back, which could be unbuttoned and pulled down from the bottom. I asked Xiaomin to turn over, and surprisingly, she didn't object at all. With my help, she obediently turned over, and I unbuttoned the back and loosened the shoulder straps, letting the top of the dress fall down completely.

I pulled it down a bit, then turned Xiaomin over again and pulled the dress down further. Sure enough, as expected, there was no bra underneath. After the dress was pulled down from the chest, a pair of cute little breasts popped out, white and incredibly adorable!

Without hesitation, I continued to pull it down, reaching her waist and grabbing her waist slightly before yanking her down, then yanking the dress down from her buttocks. The dress was elastic, so it easily came off her buttocks, and Xiaomin's private parts were exposed to me and the doctor!

My new hypothesis has been confirmed: Xiaomin really doesn't have any hair there. No wonder we can't see any stray hairs even when she's wearing her workout clothes! Xiaomin's private parts are clean and delicate, with a thin pink slit that looks exactly like the one in the yellow picture. And because Xiaomin's thighs are open, we can see it even more clearly.

The elastic exercise clothes were easily removed, and Xiaomin was now lying naked on the bed. The doctor adjusted Xiaomin a few times before returning to the operating room, taking a picture, then turning Xiaomin onto her side, taking another picture, and saying, "You can get off now."

The doctor then suggested, "Your clothes are so difficult to put on, and you'll need to take off your pants for the examination later, so don't wear them. I'll give you an examination gown! After you're done, just return the gown to the emergency room." Xiaomin was nervous about me helping her put on pants, so she readily agreed.

The doctor took out a set of blue, seemingly plastic-like clothing from the cabinet, telling us that it was sterilized after each use and that we shouldn't worry about hygiene. After taking the garment and unfolding it, I saw it was a sleeveless apron-like garment, the kind chefs wear. It was somewhat smooth, but didn't feel like plastic; it was thick and quite heavy.

Then I noticed that the area below the waist, corresponding to the genitals, was open, with a hole about 20 centimeters square, connected to the garment at the bottom; the sides were also open, with two snaps at the top that would fasten it, exposing the genitals if opened. The doctor explained that this was a garment used for examinations of pregnant women, to minimize the exposure of radiation to other areas, especially the pregnant woman's abdomen, where the fetus is located.

The two of us, grown men, stood next to a beautiful young woman who was completely naked with her legs spread, discussing these issues, our expressions somewhat ambiguous. The doctor probably assumed I was Xiaomin's boyfriend and didn't dare to be too forward; and to maintain this delicate atmosphere, I pretended to be serious, as if I were taking my girlfriend to the doctor. But thinking about it afterwards, if it really were my girlfriend, lying naked in front of a male doctor, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't feel comfortable.

I helped Xiaomin sit up against the bed, draped the examination gown over her, and ran my hands over her waist and buttocks again. The only place I hadn't touched yet was her breasts; because I was so nervous when I took off her workout clothes, I had ripped them off in one go instead of slowly removing them from her breasts, and I secretly regretted it. I had originally planned to feel her properly while dressing her, but now that she was wearing the examination gown, judging by the style, I guessed I wouldn't have the chance for a while.

Just as I was about to help Xiaomin put on her clothes, she suddenly whispered to me, "Why don't you put on your underwear first?" I knew Xiaomin would be embarrassed to go out naked in her examination gown, so I opened her sports bag.

I had placed her bag on a table near the door when I came in. Next to the table was a trash can labeled "Medical Waste," which seemed to contain discarded cotton swabs or something similar.

While rummaging through Xiaomin's underwear, an idea suddenly struck me. I pretended to accidentally knock over her bag, causing her underwear, which I had placed on top, to fall into the trash can. As I reached for it, I wiped the underwear on the cotton swabs, getting some bloodstains on it, and showed it to Xiaomin, apologizing profusely and saying it was probably unwearable. Xiaomin glanced at it; although she was a little angry, there was nothing she could do.

I then rummaged through my bag and found Xiaomin's bra. I went to her and put it on her, intending to take advantage of the situation, but I didn't get the chance because I only fastened it from the front. Actually, Xiaomin could wear a bra herself since her arm was fine, but when I helped her down, I used some tricks to make her lean against the bed, forcing her to hold onto the instruments and the bed with her hands, otherwise her legs would bear the weight. So Xiaomin's hands were now bound.

At that moment, an accident happened. The examination room door suddenly opened, and a male doctor came in with several people, shouting, "There's a car accident victim here. The equipment in the emergency room can't handle it, so we'll do it here." Several people followed, pushing a portable gurney in.

After they came in, everyone was stunned. The group included me, Xiaomin, the male doctor inside, the male doctor who had just come in, the three people pushing the cart, the wounded man covered in blood in the cart, and a few people at the door. Because, except for Xiaomin, everyone's eyes were fixed on the naked Xiaomin—no, half-naked, because she was wearing a bra.

However, generally speaking, a girl's nakedness mainly refers to her genitals; even if she's fully dressed, if her buttocks or genitals are exposed, it can be considered naked.

I reacted quickly, grabbed the examination gown and put it on Xiaomin, then angrily said, "Why did you suddenly come in?" The wounded man and those who brought him all looked at the leading male doctor, who said慌张地, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Then he waved his hand and led everyone out, the door closing again.

To my surprise, the examining doctor also followed them out! But as the doctor was leaving, he said, "Hurry up, the patient is waiting!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Xiaomin, only to find her looking away, her face flushed crimson. I suddenly realized that I had pressed my clothes against Xiaomin's body, one hand around her shoulder pressing on one side of the clothes, the other covering her chest; Xiaomin was leaning against the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her on the bed.

I stammered, "These people are really inappropriate!" Xiaomin murmured, "Yeah! I encountered something like that when I was little, going swimming. A plumber suddenly walked into the shower room, and I was terrified."

We both laughed awkwardly. I didn't know what to say, so I casually asked, "And then?" Xiaomin's face suddenly turned even redder, her mouth opened, but she didn't say anything. Seeing this, I didn't ask any questions, but I was very curious.

I helped Xiaomin put on the clothes, and then had her turn to the side so I could tie the back straps. At that moment, I realized that the clothes were indeed like an apron; the back wasn't closed, but rather open. But for Xiaomin now, an open back meant an open bottom. What should we do? No wonder the doctor recommended this outfit to us; he even ran out nervously.

Just then, we heard shouts outside the door, "Hurry up, hurry up," and a voice mixed with dialect saying, "Someone's going to die!" Xiaomin was getting restless and didn't notice what was happening behind her. I steeled myself and gritted my teeth: "What am I afraid of?! If Third Brother comes looking for me, I'll just say I wasn't looking!"

But when I went to get my bag, I was still cautious. I took a piece of clothing out of Xiaomin's bag. It turned out to be a yellow short trench coat. Although it was called a trench coat, it was actually more for summer because the fabric was thin and breathable. It was just a summer jacket in the style of a trench coat. The hem of the garment was about 10 centimeters above the knee, similar to a short skirt, and should be enough to cover Xiaomin's bare bottom.

When I draped the cloak over Xiaomin's shoulders, she hesitated for a moment. I didn't want to explain that her back was completely exposed, so I just vaguely said, "It's cool outside, it'll be better with this on." This was utter nonsense that didn't hold up to scrutiny, because when we came in, it was clearly even colder inside the examination room. But at that moment, we were both in a hurry to leave, and Xiaomin didn't have time to think about what I said. Since I had already draped it over her shoulders, she didn't say anything more.

Then I slung my bag over my shoulder, supported Xiaomin, and pushed open the door and went out. Everyone outside stared at Xiaomin expectantly. The sudden sight of the naked angel had left little impression on them. Now, their eyes brazenly scanned Xiaomin's alluring face and stunning figure. Unfortunately, her outfit—an apron in the front and a trench coat in the back—completely concealed her figure, leaving them to satisfy their curiosity through imagination and recollection. When

the examining doctor and the male doctor passed by, I saw obvious disappointment on their faces. I knew they had definitely conspired and were anticipating Xiaomin's bare back and exposed buttocks, but my plan had disappointed them.

I helped Xiaomin to the sports medicine specialist clinic on the third floor (the regular clinic is on the second floor). We took the elevator up earlier, but when we got there, we found one of the elevators was out of power, and a sign outside one of the doors said "Under Maintenance, Thank You." This meant I had to carry Xiaomin up to the third floor, and she immediately looked distressed.

I yelled, "This lousy hospital! They put internal medicine on the first floor, but patients with mobility issues have to go up to the third floor! Isn't that ridiculous?" But despite my outburst, the problem still needed to be solved.

Reaching the top of the stairs, looking at what was supposed to be a minor step, we both fell silent. After some consideration, the only way was to carry Xiaomin up. Supporting her was impossible, and carrying her on my back was also impossible. It wasn't that I was worried about her beautiful buttocks, but my injured hip couldn't close completely, nor could it open fully. Also, I couldn't put my hands on her buttocks because it would hurt too much.

So, I slung my bag diagonally across my back and lifted Xiaomin diagonally. Because I supported her back first, tilting her slightly before supporting her buttocks, her trench coat naturally swayed off her body as she tilted, allowing my hands to unobstructedly reach Xiaomin's bare buttocks. Although the trench coat had fallen, the examination gown had also drooped slightly, thus obscuring Xiaomin's beautiful bare buttocks and my hands.

I carried Xiaomin upstairs like that. Although Xiaomin was very slender, she was quite tall, and as a dancer, she had a lot of muscle and a large weight, so no one could tell that she actually weighed around 110 pounds. If it were my third brother, who weighed 180 pounds, carrying her would be no problem, but for me, who only weighed 130 pounds, carrying Xiaomin was quite strenuous.

So after only a few steps, I felt the person in my arms swaying and sliding down, so I had to keep shifting my center of gravity and lifting her up again and again. My hands naturally wandered over her buttocks, but only on her buttocks; I didn't have the strength to move between her thighs.

But when we got to the second floor, I found a relatively stable way to hold her. I supported Xiaomin's left buttock, the side furthest from me, and placed my thumb between her legs, pressing it against her left thigh. The inside and pad of my thumb were against her genitals.

This position was relatively stable, and I could apply more pressure, so Xiaomin stopped swaying. With each step down the stairs, I would rub my fingers against Xiaomin's genitals, feeling the warmth and moisture of the beautiful girl's private parts. Moist? Why is it a little damp? Is Xiaomin's genitals sweating? Or...? My heart started pounding! Could this be the "arousal" described in erotic books?

I glanced at Xiaomin, but she just kept her head down, looking to one side, expressionless. Aside from a slight blush on her face, she seemed unremarkable. In this situation, I couldn't make conversation, so I continued in silence.

It felt like an eternity before we reached the third floor, but actually it wasn't long. However, not everyone experiences this kind of mental journey—carrying your naked brother's girlfriend upstairs, with your hand on her genitals!

When we arrived at the specialist clinic entrance, only the two of us were still waiting. This place was like a crossroads. On one side was a stairwell, another side led to the restrooms, specialist consultation rooms, and physiotherapy rooms, and yet another side led to other departments. The third side was a short, dead-end alley, seemingly leading to the adjacent ward building, but a wall separated it.

I placed Xiaomin on a chair at the end of the alley so that even with her legs outstretched, she wouldn't obstruct anyone. As I put her down, I carefully tucked the hem of her trench coat under the chair to prevent her delicate bottom from sitting directly on the dirty surface. However, this meant Xiaomin was still unaware that her back was exposed.

We waited in silence for a long time. Then suddenly, Lao Si arrived, carrying a bag. Lao Si is currently minoring in film photography and spends all his time taking pictures of pretty girls on campus. Lao Si said he had been looking for us for a long time. He first went to the orthopedics department, but found something was wrong. Then he went to the X-ray room, but still couldn't find us. Finally, he found us here. He then greeted Xiao Min.

Lao Si is a big mouth; he never stops talking. After he arrived, he kept talking, which actually eased the awkwardness between Xiao Min and me.

Finally, it was our turn. I went to the restroom, and when I came out, I saw Lao Si supporting Xiao Min as they walked towards the examination room. Lao Si loudly told me that it was Xiao Min's turn, and I took the bag he was carrying. He also stuffed his own bag into Xiao Min's bag. Xiaomin's bag was a long sports bag, the kind that can hold a tennis racket, but it didn't have much stuff inside. So, since I wasn't there, and Lao Si couldn't carry two bags, he put his own bag inside Xiaomin's.

At this moment, I saw that the corridor on the side of the examination room was empty, and the dead end was also empty, except for a few people waiting on the side of the other departments. I took the bag and suddenly realized that Xiaomin wasn't wearing a coat. I looked up sharply at Lao Si and Xiaomin, who had already walked past, and saw Xiaomin's bare back, only wearing an examination gown. Because Lao Si is relatively short, only 1.6 meters tall, it was quite difficult for him to support the 1.7-meter-tall Xiaomin. He couldn't half-support her like I could, but rather supported Xiaomin's arm with all his might, so he didn't seem to know that Xiaomin's back was exposed.

I followed her subconsciously, my eyes following Xiaomin's swaying, bare buttocks—dancing girls always sway their hips when they walk, even when they're being supported.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me, followed by heavy breathing. I turned around and saw a man in a white coat, about our age, running up the stairs. He stopped abruptly beside me, staring incredulously at Xiaomin's retreating figure, but she had already reached the clinic door and turned left into it.

The man seemed incredulous, looking around before glancing at me. I gave him a knowing smile, a few words barely escaping my lips: "Nonsense." The man's eyes widened, then he immediately understood, laughing as he asked, "That guy?" I said, "Yes, my classmate." We stopped talking and walked into the examination room together.

Inside, I saw Xiaomin sitting against the wall on the examination bed, the doctor writing something at the table, and Lao Si standing next to the doctor. The doctor saw the man who came in with me and said, "Xiao Zhao, let me see the test results." The man handed over the results, and the doctor glanced at them, saying there were no serious injuries and that we could proceed as previously stated. Then he stood up and said to us, "You all get out." Lao Si turned and left without a word. The man and I were greatly disappointed, but there was nothing we could do, so we went out and heard the door close.

After Lao Si came out, he said to me, "Lao Qi, you stay here and keep watch. I need to go to the bathroom, it's a big one. Damn it! I got dragged here on my way to the toilet, and I didn't have time to go." He then hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and the doctor said, "Who's going to get the results? Hurry up!" I turned and ran. The man was still hesitating. I casually pointed to the small window in the door and walked away, secretly chuckling to myself.

Without Xiaomin as a burden, going down three floors to get the results and then back up three floors was a piece of cake. I was back in less than five minutes. When I got back, I found no one at the door. I wondered where that guy had gone. But I didn't have time to look for him. I took a deep breath at the door and pretended to be in a hurry, then pushed the door open and went inside.

Sure enough, Xiaomin was lying naked on the bed again. I knew that this doctor, who looked to be no more than forty years old, would definitely not be satisfied with just lifting the hem of his examination gown. Xiaomin's thighs were spread even wider, now her legs were spread open like an "M" on the bed. The doctor's palm was pressed on Xiaomin's genitals—yes, her genitals, a little distance from her hip bone.

I suddenly barged in, startling the doctor, who immediately removed his hand from Xiaomin's genitals, his fingers leaving a thin silver thread. I pretended to be out of breath and handed him the results. The doctor looked at them casually, forgetting to ask me to leave. I glanced at Xiaomin and noticed that her eyes were closed and her face was flushed.

After examining her, the doctor said, "It seems there's nothing wrong with her bones." Then he began pressing on Xiaomin's groin and outer thighs, comparing her reactions from left to right.

After a while, the doctor said, "It's basically confirmed to be a hamstring strain. It shouldn't be a big problem, but it's best to do physiotherapy, which involves irradiation with a certain instrument. You'll need about two courses of treatment, about four weeks, one hour a day, in the physiotherapy room inside the examination room. You'll also need to use a special ointment, developed and manufactured by Taipei Third Hospital. Apply it to the affected area twice a day, on the inner thigh and upper groin, once in the morning and once in the evening. Each time, make sure to apply it evenly and then massage it for 20 to 30 minutes, ideally until it's red and warm." He quickly wrote down the diagnosis, wrote a prescription, and that was it.

Then, the doctor asked if we knew how to apply it. If not, he could demonstrate, but Xiaomin politely declined. I secretly despised the doctor. What was there to be confused about with this medicine? I'd had this same medicine prescribed at Peking University Third Hospital for a sprained ankle from playing soccer. It had a strong minty smell, felt cool when applied, and warmed up after a while. It was quite effective and very cheap.

Next, I needed to dress Xiaomin, but she was in an awkward position. With the doctor's help, I slowly straightened her legs. The doctor's methods were indeed different; her legs, which had been difficult to close, actually closed. Xiaomin remained silent throughout the process.

I put the examination gown back on Xiaomin, gently helped her out of the examination room, and casually chatted with her while waiting for Lao Si to finish. A little while later, the man from before actually came out of the next room. He walked over furtively, winked at me, and subtly flashed his phone. It dawned on me – this guy was pretty clever.

Apparently, there was a door between the two rooms with a small window, and since no one was in the next room, he naturally had a key to that room, making it easier for him to spy. He had seen everything that had just happened. Not only that, he might have already taken photos or recorded videos. Soon enough, there would be videos or pornographic images online with titles like "Hospital Adventure."

A few minutes later, Lao Si came out. I sent him to get the medicine while I carried Xiao Min to the emergency room to get the examination gown. Walking down to the first floor and turning in another direction, you'll find the emergency examination room; it's quite close. As we went downstairs, Xiaomin complained, "It would have been better if we had just put on my clothes! Now, at the emergency examination room , we have to take off our gowns and put them back on—it's so troublesome!" I said, "Yeah, yeah! But it's too late to say that now."

When we arrived at the emergency examination room, we found the facilities to be significantly more basic. The room was larger than the previous one, with several examination beds and an operating room on one side, one wall of which was a large window. The examination room was very dark, while the operating room was brightly lit. There were several doctors inside, all men, around twenty years old. I overheard them saying that the examination room lights seemed to be malfunctioning, and they were only able to rely on the operating room lights for illumination, so they had turned on the lights in the operating room.

I told them I was there to return the examination uniform, and they said, "Then don't stand here, don't delay other people's examinations, come inside!" Then they called for the people outside to come in for the examination. Immediately, about ten people rushed in, all wearing security guard uniforms or the kind of suits that property management companies wear. The doctor ushered half of them out, and a few others were hurriedly dealing with a person in a security guard uniform.

I helped Xiaomin to the operating room and leaned her against a table. Looking out through the large glass window of the operating room, I saw that it was very dark outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I started to prepare Xiaomin, quickly stripping her naked and leaning her against the window, and then began to put a trench coat on her. Since her underwear was gone, and her jeans were obviously unwearable, she was left with only a trench coat. If the buttons were fastened, it wasn't noticeable. Because Xiaomin was wearing a bra, although her lower body was practically naked, no one would notice unless they crouched down to look; Xiaomin's trench coat wasn't see-through.

Then we returned the examination gown and left, leaving behind a group of drooling men.

It was about 5:30 when we left the gate. We called Third Brother, but he hadn't finished class yet. He whispered a few words to Xiaomin, who answered quietly, seemingly a little reluctant, but eventually appeared to be persuaded.

After hanging up, Xiaomin said Third Brother thought it would be best to have a doctor teach her how to use the medication for the first time, and it would be best to go back to the doctor for a demonstration. Then she said that Third Brother's teacher had finally agreed to let Third Brother and Eldest Brother treat them, which was a rare opportunity that they had to seize, so she estimated she wouldn't be back before 10 o'clock and asked me to take her to the doctor and back to her dormitory.

I didn't object, but Fourth Brother said he had to leave first; a fellow villager had introduced him to a girlfriend, and he had to go on a date. We let him go, secretly mocking him for missing such a great opportunity.

I helped Xiaomin back to the third floor and found the examination room empty, but someone seemed to be in the next room. I put Xiaomin on a chair and went to the next room. It was the man, the one called Xiao Zhao, staring blankly at his phone. When he saw me, I gestured with my eyes and said in an exaggerated manner, "Doctor, hello! It's like this..." I said loudly as I walked in.

I said loudly, "We just saw the old doctor next door. He said he would demonstrate how to apply the medicine, but he wasn't there when we came back. I wonder if you could help us teach him?" Then I quickly whispered, "Her boyfriend left and entrusted her to me, and specifically told me to apply the medicine properly. See!"

He understood and replied loudly, basically saying, "Helping is the right thing to do, doctors have a parent's heart." I casually asked, "What do you do?" He smiled mysteriously, "A caregiver," then added, "I just started." Oh, I see.

Hospitals now employ caregivers, usually uneducated farmers from other places. This guy had a shifty face, and that was certainly his appearance. He pressed on, "How do I apply the medicine?" I said, "Just apply it to all the painful areas, then massage it in for an hour!" I easily doubled the doctor's advice.

Then I went out to get Xiaomin, who was waiting inside. Xiaomin, unsuspecting, let me help her into the room. Although this man had just seen Xiaomin's naked body, Xiaomin was unaware of it. The older doctor called him Xiao Zhao, and he was also wearing blue clothes (as some doctors also wear blue), so Xiaomin didn't realize he was just a temporary worker. Without his blue uniform, he was no different from the migrant workers on the street. Xiaomin grew up in the city and had a natural sense of superiority over migrant workers. If she knew she would fall into the hands of someone like this, I wonder what she would think?

Once inside, I deliberately said, "I'm her boyfriend's friend. Her boyfriend asked the doctor to apply the medicine properly and demonstrate for me. Right, Xiaomin?" This sentence was full of traps; Xiaomin had no answer and could only say yes.

My intentions were threefold: First, the guy believed that Lao Si was Xiao Min's boyfriend, and this statement didn't explicitly state who Xiao Min's boyfriend was. Since Lao Si had been there the whole time, he assumed that Xiao Min's "boyfriend" approved of the relationship, thus putting the guy at ease. Second, it's a fact that San Ge asked the doctor to apply the medicine; Xiao Min couldn't object, and this was something she relayed herself. Third, "demonstrate" was the original doctor's exact words, but I wasn't originally mentioned. When Xiao Min mentioned it to me, it likely meant she was demonstrating it to herself. However, I combined the two questions, and she didn't immediately grasp the connection, thus tacitly acknowledging that I was the one being demonstrated to, which further convinced the man.

I then placed Xiao Min on the bed to one side. This bed was very dirty, probably hadn't been used in a long time. In fact, the entire room wasn't very clean; it probably wasn't a frequently used room. This guy must have come back to relive the thrill of peeping and to look at his own pornographic pictures, but the room's layout and arrangement were exactly the same as the one next door.

However, because the room was dark and it was already quite dark outside, Xiao Min, who is nearsighted, didn't notice. She thought it was a regular clinic and Xiao Zhao was the doctor in this room!

After Xiao Min lay down on the bed, I handed the medicine to Xiao Zhao. He took out the medicine, glanced at the instructions, and saw the words "massage" written on it. He was secretly delighted and then asked Xiao Min to take off her clothes. At this time, Xiao Min's eyes were still open. She seemed uneasy seeing the door open. I walked to the door and casually closed it. The door slammed shut with a "click."

Xiaomin seemed relieved and reached down to undo the belt of her trench coat. Although a few buttons were still fastened at the chest, the hem had slipped open, revealing her bare private parts. Perhaps Xiaomin was a little tired today, as she didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, she continued to unbutton her coat and open it further, exposing her upper body. Then she lay down naturally, waiting for the ointment to be applied.

Xiao Zhao was shocked by the scene before him, somewhat at a loss. His unruly penis was also starting to stir. I nudged him, and he finally reacted, opening the ointment and asking Xiaomin where it hurt. I pointed out the main areas for her.

With trembling hands, Xiao Zhao began applying the medicine to Xiao Min. At first, he was very obedient, focusing mainly on her thighs. After a while, Xiao Min couldn't help but say, "Doctor, it doesn't hurt that much there. Apply a little more, a little more inside." Xiao Zhao was naturally delighted with this imperial decree, and his hands finally began

applying the medicine to the key areas. Soon, the medicine was applied to her groin, groin, one side of her vulva, and a small area on her back. Then came the rubbing. At this point, Xiao Zhao thought of me and began speaking to me in a teaching tone, even instructing me to start rubbing Xiao Min's private parts as well.

As I mentioned before, the medicine felt a little cool when first applied, but it quickly warmed up, like the feeling of being thawed. Our four hands roamed over the private parts of a naked girl, rubbing and getting hotter. Xiaomin's private parts and groin began to sweat; at the same time, the room seemed to get warmer as well. It turned out that with the door closed, the room had no ventilation, so it was getting stuffy.

It was getting late, and before we knew it, we had been doing this for about half an hour. Xiaomin's thighs, private parts, and buttocks (we even made Xiaomin turn over and took the opportunity to remove her trench coat) were all red, and Xiaomin was only wearing a bra for protection. At this point, the room became increasingly dark, and even my famously good night vision could hardly see. Xiao Zhao said the light was broken, and he went to get a floor lamp. Then Xiao Zhao went out. He came back a minute or two with a floor lamp. We plugged it in, pointed it at Xiaomin, and turned it on.

The bright light shone on Xiaomin's face. Even nearsighted people are sensitive to light, and she unconsciously closed her eyes, asking, "Could you move a little further?" Xiao Zhao was about to move when I, standing in the shadows, quickly waved to him. Then I pulled a hairband belonging to Xiaomin from my pocket and said to her, "Wear this to cover your eyes, and you'll be fine."

Xiaomin was already embarrassed by being touched by two men, so, in the spirit of an ostrich, she didn't object. I wrapped the hairband around Xiaomin's eyes. As soon as her eyes were covered, we both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and smiled lewdly.

Then Xiao Zhao started massaging her again, while I stepped aside. Xiao Zhao was puzzled, so I took out Lao Si's video equipment from my bag, and she immediately understood what I meant. I set up the tripod, then the camera, pointed the lens at Xiao Min, and then went back to her side to massage her as well.

I remembered the doctor's method of relaxing and changing Xiao Min's position, and I started to knead and shift positions repeatedly. Soon, Xiao Min's legs were in the same position as before, wide open in an M shape. Because her thighs were spread too wide, her labia were also slightly parted, and it looked like there was some moisture inside Xiao Min's vagina, and her clitoris was also a little red. However, being inexperienced, I couldn't judge the extent of it and could only infer it based on my experience watching porn.

Then Xiao Zhao and I took turns massaging and filming, trying many different angles. Our hand movements became increasingly varied; I repeatedly stroked Xiao Min's clitoris with my fingers, while Xiao Zhao's fingers frequently brushed between her labia.

Throughout the process, Xiao Min and I chatted idly, mostly about her relationship with her third brother and her classmates. Then we started talking about the differences between men and women. I said I envied women, that men didn't experience the same pleasure as women, to which Xiao Min disagreed.

We all gave examples, and finally, Xiaomin mentioned that she suffers from menstrual cramps, and every time the pain strikes, she feels like she's about to faint, something men don't experience. At this point, Xiao Zhao suddenly interjected, "Menstrual cramps aren't a minor issue; if they get severe, they might affect your ability to have children." He then mentioned that he knows a gynecologist who happens to be on duty in the gynecological emergency room tonight, and suggested we go see him after our checkups.

I said, "If possible, he could come here! Ideally, there shouldn't be a registration fee." Then I winked at Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao didn't understand what I meant, so I took him outside and said, "We can call that doctor up for an examination, and while we're at it, we can..."

Xiao Zhao said that the doctor was a woman, from his hometown, and she was the one who introduced him to this hospital as a caregiver. He stressed that we absolutely couldn't let her know what we were doing here.

I gave him a disdainful look and said, "Don't you have one or two friends here? It's fine to just take a look; you don't necessarily have to get cured! Just don't make things worse." Then I gave him a lewd laugh, and Xiao Zhao immediately understood.

We had a plan. He called two friends from his hometown, both working as laborers on nearby construction sites. They both loved reading pornography, and he had shared printed copies of pornography he found online with them. Therefore, they were very familiar with stories about humiliating girlfriends, exposing wives, and hospital abuse. Then we went back. I pretended to be ingratiating, and he pretended to be reluctant, saying that he wouldn't have helped us if it weren't for our poor students.

Less than ten minutes later, Xiao Zhao's two fellow villagers arrived. They didn't disappoint me. One was a lame man, less than 1.5 meters tall, named Lao Jiao, with a wrinkled face, looking to be in his forties; the other was a tall, dark-skinned, over 1.8 meters tall man named Hei Zi. To be honest, they weren't very convincing as doctors, but Xiao Min was still blindfolded, so we weren't worried about being exposed. I just asked the two country bumpkins to wash their hands to avoid actually infecting Xiao Min's private parts.

Throughout the whole process, we pretended to have a normal conversation. I said, "Welcome, doctor," and the doctor responded with "humphs and haws." I even had Xiao Min greet them in a flattering voice. Because we hadn't completely removed Xiaomin's trench coat, her hands were bound, and she didn't seem inclined to remove her blindfold. So, for Xiaomin, who couldn't see anything, the scene she perceived was simply that I had asked Dr. Zhao to bring two gynecologists to examine her.

Through the camera lens, I saw four lecherous men standing around a narrow bed in this small room, all staring at a naked girl who was only wearing a bra; the girl's legs were spread, her arms were bound by her trench coat, and she was blindfolded—what a lewd scene!

Dr. Zhao announced that the medication had been applied and that the gynecological examination would begin. Old Jiao looked pathetic, but he was surprisingly shrewd. Based on our description and after observing for a few minutes, he already knew how to play the game. He said, "We need to do some in-depth examination." Then his rough, black hands reached directly for Xiao Min's private parts, his fingers trying to probe inside.

Xiao Min groaned, and the old man immediately said, "Oh? Are you a virgin?" Xiao Min nodded shyly, and we were all overjoyed—we'd struck gold!

Then the old man said, "It's difficult to examine like this; we can only start with an external examination." He then immediately began massaging Xiao Min's abdomen, spouting some dubious nonsense as he did so. Xiao Zhao secretly told me that this Old Jiao was a quack veterinarian back in his hometown—so that's why!

Old Jiao also told Xiao Min, "Your menstrual cramps are also related to breast development." Then he made me open my bra. Xiao Zhao and I had long disliked it, and finally we could legitimately take it off. But Old Jiao had Hei Zi examine the breasts, so we could only secretly drool and wait for our chance.

We saw Hei Zi's two big black hands caressing Xiao Min's delicate little breasts—they weren't very big, the breasts for dancing couldn't be too big. Below, Old Jiao was caressing Xiao Min's smooth mons pubis with one hand and her labia minora with the other.

Under this four-pronged attack, Xiao Min finally became aroused, letting out soft moans, and her lower body began to produce more fluid. Xiao Zhao and I gradually spread Xiao Min's legs wider. Being a dancer, she could easily do the splits.

I gestured to them that I wanted to go first, and they agreed. Then Lao Jiao said, "Okay, now we need to examine the inside of her vagina; we'll need an instrument." He then had me stand between Xiao Min's legs.

I quickly pulled down my pants, and my penis, which had been waiting all afternoon, sprang out, standing erect before Xiao Min's private parts. I then guided my penis and slowly began to penetrate Xiao Min's vagina… Having been treated like this today, Xiao Min had already been aroused several times, and her vaginal fluids had already flowed considerably. Xiao Zhao and I just didn't understand, while Lao Jiao, being an experienced man, naturally knew the extent of the arousal.

Xiaomin's current position opened her vaginal opening even wider, so although this was Xiaomin's first time experiencing sex, my penis entered relatively smoothly at first. The scene was exactly as described in the pornographic book: first, the warm, moist vaginal walls enveloped the head of my penis, wrapping it deeper and deeper, until it was all in at once, and her vagina stretched out.

But just as I was about to start thrusting, Xiaomin's vagina suddenly tightened, causing me a sharp pain. A virgin's vagina is truly extraordinary! It gripped so tightly, I almost ejaculated right there!

Xiaomin moaned softly in pain, begging the doctor to slow down, because she kept saying, "Doctor...doctor, it hurts a bit...be gentle, that thing is a bit big..." This only fueled our desire. Heizi's hands began to knead Xiaomin's breasts even faster, while I continued to penetrate deeper.

Now my glans felt resistance, but at this point I was no longer cautious. My sexual urges made me even more ferocious. I gritted my teeth and thrust my entire penis in at once, my legs colliding with Xiaomin's. Although Xiaomin's legs were already spread to their limit, it was impossible to avoid being touched completely during sex.

With a scream from Xiaomin, I began thrusting. After the scream, Xiaomin didn't react as we feared; she didn't struggle, but instead slowly responded to my piston-like movements, even letting out moans.

I thrust in and out less than a few dozen times before surrendering, ejaculating for the first time all over the place where it should go, not into the toilet. Then I pulled out and went to the side to act as the cameraman.

Xiao Zhao went up and was defeated in less than a minute, while Lao Jiao, still vigorous, fought for about four minutes before ejaculating. When it was Hei Zi's turn, a problem arose. It turned out Hei Zi's penis was as large as he was, and it took a lot of effort to penetrate him. Even after penetration, he didn't ejaculate for a full half hour. Xiao Min's orgasms came and went, but Hei Zi ultimately didn't ejaculate, and his penis was pulled out quite far—I had pulled it out because I was going to go again.

This time I performed a little better, lasting six minutes, during which Xiao Min had one orgasm. Then it was Xiao Zhao's turn, and he again gave up after a minute. Lao Jiao finally stopped trying, continuing to massage Xiao Min's breasts from the front.

Hei Zi thrust again, and after about ten minutes, Xiao Min fainted with a long, low moan. This was already her umpteenth orgasm. Hei Zi then finally released his ejaculation, and as he withdrew his penis, the semen and vaginal fluids of the men dripped from Xiao Min's vagina. After

we four finished, we were all exhausted, sitting or leaning against something. Xiao Min was still lying naked on the bed. Somehow, her hands were now free, but she didn't try to remove her hairband. I glanced at my watch and suddenly realized it was almost 9 o'clock. I immediately said, "We have to go back." Then the four of us started cleaning up the mess, and gently dressed Xiaomin, straightened her legs, and then sent Lao Jiao and Hei Zi away.

After everything was cleaned up, I slowly shook Xiaomin awake. After she woke up, I said to her, "The examination is over. The doctor said it's not a big problem. I can come to pick up the medicine tomorrow. Shall we go back now?" Xiaomin looked at me blankly, then nodded obediently. I helped Xiaomin out of the examination room and outside.

Xiaomin was still only wearing a trench coat, but this time she was completely naked underneath, not even a bra, which Lao Jiao took as a souvenir; Hei Zi took her underwear; Xiao Zhao originally wanted the videotape, but I refused and gave her Xiaomin's socks instead.

I helped Xiaomin flag down a taxi back to school. Xiaomin remained silent the whole way, occasionally glancing at me, but didn't say much. When I dropped Xiaomin off at her dorm, she suddenly asked me, "I might have been a little out of line during the checkup. Don't tell Jiali, or he'll think I'm very lewd. I never thought I'd act like that; it's just a checkup, how could I have those feelings!" I was stunned. Was Xiaomin deceiving herself, or was she truly a little fool?

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