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I am currently working in the Department of Surgery of a municipal people's hospital and am the expert director of the department. I come into contact with all kinds of patients every day, including many beautiful female patients. On the Internet, you can often see news about how male doctors treat beautiful female patients, some even using anesthesia, drugging, or raping them. After watching it, I always find it very funny and unreal. These things are impossible to happen in reality. I can only say that they are fantasy. But to say that male doctors have no feelings at all towards beautiful female patients and completely treat them as organs is unlikely for a male doctor with flesh and blood. At least it is basically impossible for medical students who have just graduated from college, because of curiosity, which takes time to get used to. As a male doctor, I will now tell you about what happens in the hospital every day based on my own growth experience.
The first step in my medical career was the internship stage. Although I was in contact with the human body every day in college and my eyes were almost calloused from watching teaching videos, I always felt uneasy and my heart rate was very fast when the day of my internship really came. It’s not that I’m excited about seeing the body of the opposite sex, but I’m worried that my five years of study are not solid enough, I’m not proficient in basic operations, and I’ll be criticized by my instructor. It can be said that at this stage, even if you really have lustful thoughts, you don’t have the time to do so, especially given the discerning eyes of your instructor. Dealing with him is embarrassing enough for you.
After the intense internship period, I began my real career as a doctor. I first went to a small county-level hospital. Although it is small, the department is quite comprehensive and can perform surgeries such as general anesthesia. I was first assigned to work in the operating room. Due to the special and serious nature of the environment, the people working there have a strong sense of responsibility. But things are two-sided, and it is precisely because of the particularity of the environment that it can sometimes arouse certain natural desires.
One night when I was on duty, a little girl who had been in a car accident was pushed into the emergency room. She was hit by a car, her body flipped sideways, and her head hit the ground. At the same time, her abdomen hit the handlebars of her bike and she was injured. I saw blood on her head and she instinctively covered her lower abdomen with her hands, as if she was in great pain. I did not dare to delay and immediately looked at the medical records. I found that the blood on the head was oozing from the ears. A CT scan confirmed that there was no damage to the brain. The initial abdominal examination showed no symptoms of heavy bleeding, but the abdominal pain symptoms were unclear, so he had to stay in the hospital for observation. Since the emergency room of the small hospital was not fully equipped and was understaffed at night, the patient was sent to the operating room. Of course, the clinical debridement also had to be completed in the operating room. The nurse on duty became busy. She immediately prepared clothes for the little girl. In a short while, the little girl was stripped naked and lay naked on the operating table, with only a thin layer of light blue cloth covering her body. I professionally read the first half of the medical record and learned that the girl was 21 years old and unmarried. A strange feeling came over me, that is, if possible, I would like to practice on her the gynecological knowledge that I was not very proficient in during my internship. The nurse on duty began to connect various testing instruments to the little girl and clean the blood stains on her body.
After a busy period, the debridement work was completed, and she began to be responsible for monitoring various instrument parameters and infusion control. My work also began. I had to do a routine full-body physical examination for the little girl. Because of the bleeding head due to the ears, she had to lie on her side, and I could only see half of the girl's delicate and white face. She was so tender that she seemed like water could be squeezed out of it. She looked like a bud about to bloom. She was so beautiful that my hands were shaking a little. First I checked her head. Her face was so beautiful that it was impeccable. There was no trace of any spots or moles, and it was especially symmetrical. I asked her some simple questions professionally. Maybe because of the impact on her head, her answers were not so straightforward, but they were still clear. I judged that she was now in a completely sober state of mind, but was just frightened and had not yet recovered. Then I lifted the light blue cloth covering her body all the way to her belly button, and the little girl's white, tender, raised breasts appeared in front of me. There were wires connected to her breasts to monitor her vital signs, which made her pink nipples stand out even more. I first listened back and forth on her chest with the stethoscope, but there was nothing unusual. Then I touched her plump breasts with my hands. They felt very soft, showing that they were very well developed. When I finally pinched her nipples, my lower body began to react. I glanced at the little girl inadvertently and found a blush on her delicate and fair face, but what could she do now?
After finishing the examination of her upper body, I then turned over the light blue cloth, covering only her breasts, with her entire upper abdomen and lower body exposed. At first glance, the moist but not lush pubic hair first caught my eye. The mysterious labia majora became slightly bulging due to the excessive squeezing of the thighs, and my heartbeat began to accelerate. I first held her left leg with my hand and flexed it back and forth twice, and then performed the same examination on the other leg. My conclusion was that it was completely normal. Then I asked her to bend both her legs so that I could examine her abdominal organs, and she cooperated and got into position. I skillfully examined her kidneys, liver, gallbladder, and spleen areas. There was no tenderness or rebound tenderness, and they felt soft, which was normal.
Then my hand began to press on her bladder area. I professionally felt that her bladder was in a medium to high state of fullness. Suddenly, I felt a tender white hand reaching out to my hand that was pressing on the bladder area. I instinctively looked in the direction of the hand and found that the face that was flushed and shy just now was now covered by an indescribable expression of pain, and her head was trying hard to turn around. I immediately released my fingers that were pressing on her and looked coldly at the nurse on duty, who realized what was happening. It turned out that she had only fixed the hand receiving the infusion, leaving the other hand resting naturally. At this time, she immediately stretched out the hand rack, quickly fixed the little girl's other hand, and held the little girl's head with her hand, explaining to her the necessity of the examination and the danger of moving her head. Looking at the little girl's bound hands and the current position, I felt like a real abuser. But all the thoughts flashed through my mind and I immediately continued my work. I judged that the rider's handlebars might have touched the bladder, which was slightly full at the time. The time spent rushing to the hospital and the emergency room for necessary examinations, coupled with the continuous infusion starting from the emergency room, caused the bladder to be in its current medium-to-high full state. I immediately asked the little girl briefly about what happened, which proved the correctness of my judgment.
I brought up the potty, lifted the little girl's legs, and stuffed the potty under her buttocks, then commanded her to urinate immediately. At this time, her legs were tightly together at the knees and her feet were apart. I looked at her eyes and saw a look of complete helplessness. Maybe it was a physiological reason such as the bladder being hit, the bladder muscles being highly filled for a long time and weakened, or it might be a psychological reason such as being unaccustomed to urinating in sleep or even the male doctor being extremely shy to see her urinating. In short, no matter how hard she tried, she could not urinate. At this time she was also anxious, beads of sweat began to appear on her head, and she whispered that she could not control her urination, but it was very urgent and very uncomfortable. There were other ways to induce her to urinate, such as acupuncture, hot compress, listening to the sound of running water, etc., but the best way at this time was catheterization. I asked the nurse to explain to her the reasons for catheterization and the precautions to take, hoping that she would cooperate. But what could she say? She could only nod obediently.
I removed the bedpan, and to prevent her from moving around instinctively, I adjusted the leg rest on the operating table and put her legs on it, securely fastened, and put her in a standard lithotomy position. I adjusted the lighting field of view, untied the catheterization bag, put on rubber gloves and began to catheterize her. The little girl's mysterious vagina appears particularly clear under the shadowless light. I used pliers to grab a piece of sterilized cotton ball and began to disinfect her light black labia majora. Then I separated her labia minora with one hand, changed the cotton ball to disinfect the inside of her light pink labia minora, and then used a new cotton ball to disinfect her urethral opening and vaginal opening. Finally, I changed another cotton ball and disinfected the urethral opening twice more. After carefully observing her urethral opening, I selected a balloon catheter of appropriate size for her and then evenly applied lubricant on the catheter.
I told her that catheterization had begun and to take deep breaths if she felt uncomfortable. She nodded, her face flushed with helplessness and her expression a little frightened. I used my fingers to stretch her labia minora a little further, then held the catheter against her urethra and gently inserted it. I felt little resistance and she didn't move at first. When I inserted about 4 cm, I found that her vagina and anus began to shrink inward. This was a reaction to the discomfort after touching the inner opening of the urethra. I asked her to take a deep breath to distract her attention, and then I applied a little force with my hand. I suddenly felt the resistance disappear, and I knew that the catheter had entered the bladder. I continued to insert the catheter into the bladder and stopped when it was about 10CM. At this time, there was a little urine in the curved disc, and there was some dark red blood in the urine. I realized that there was a little bleeding in the bladder. I quickly clamped the catheter and injected saline into the balloon of the catheter. After pulling out the syringe, I gently pulled back the catheter. After confirming that it was fixed, I judged that opening the catheter might cause a sudden drop in bladder pressure and cause heavy bleeding in the injured area, so I asked the nurse to bring an IV to drain the urine. After connecting the drip tube, I hung the urine bag on the edge of the bed.
Coincidentally, the urine bag was facing the little girl's eyes. When she found blood in her urine, she became very nervous and kept asking me if it was serious. Tears welled up in her eyes. I felt soft-hearted when I saw the girl crying, and I comforted her, saying that it was okay and that she should cooperate with me to complete the examination. She nodded helplessly. I fixed the catheter at the base of her thigh with tape and admired her vagina at the same time. Because the catheter was inserted and the patient was in the lithotomy position, the scene in front of me was simply an extremely obscene SM picture, and my lower body had already saluted her.
Because the intravenous drainage takes some time, and considering the possibility of lower abdominal surgery, I skillfully shaved the girl's abdomen and thigh hair, and of course the beautiful pubic hair was no exception. Then I asked the nurse to bring a rectal thermometer, lubricated it, and inserted it deeply into the girl's anus. The rectal temperature is quite stimulating to the little girl and her buttocks start to twist. "Don't move," I ordered her. "Rectal temperature is the most accurate and the correct body temperature is very important for your body," I said to her loudly. The hand that was holding the rectal plug felt like it was slowly coming out. I warned her not to push it out like defecating, but to be patient and it would be fine soon. After a few minutes, I pulled the anal gauge out of her anus and looked at the reading. It was 37.5 degrees, which was normal.
I looked at the urine bag and touched the girl's lower abdomen. The bladder was empty. Because of the impact injury to the lower abdomen, the possibility of damage to the uterus and appendages cannot be ruled out, so I have to do a detailed gynecological examination for her. I put on rubber gloves and separated her labia minora with one hand. I first carefully observed her vulva. Since the catheter blocked some of my view, I moved the fixed point slightly so that the vaginal opening was exposed to my eyes without reservation. I clearly saw the hymen at the vaginal opening. The hymen could not be said to be ideally intact, but it was relatively intact, indicating that she had obviously not had any sexual intercourse. According to regulations, unmarried women are not allowed to undergo internal examinations unless there are particularly important circumstances. If there is a need for internal examinations, it must be approved by the consent of family members or the individual himself. The situation is not yet at that stage, so I switched to rectal examination. The little girl instinctively realized what kind of examination I was going to do on her next, and she asked me childishly if it would hurt. I told her it wouldn't hurt and asked her to cooperate. The little girl's face turned as red as a ripe apple and she nodded silently.
I applied lubricant on the gloves and her anus. Due to the sensitivity, the anus involuntarily contracted inward. I asked her to relax, and then slowly inserted my index finger into her rectum. Maybe it was because it was the first time, the girl couldn't help but moan, and my little brother immediately saluted her. . After my fingers were in place, I used my other hand to press and touch her uterus and appendages. The girl kept saying it hurt during the entire examination. At this time, I found that a little dark red blood was oozing out of the vaginal opening. Could it be that my uterus was ruptured? I was a little nervous, so I called another nurse on duty and asked her to go outside to inform the patient's family, clearly informing them that surgery was possible, asking them to sign a consent form and agree to a vaginal examination.
Since it was possible to have surgery right away, I planned to give her an enema immediately. Normally, this was done by a nurse, but the situation was urgent so I had to do it myself. The nurse brought a bucket of enema solution with adjusted temperature and started to prepare the surgical instruments. I leaned closer to ask the little girl when she had a bowel movement. She told me very shyly that she had just defecated before leaving home. I was very happy because this way her excrement would not be too much and would not be too smelly. I adjusted the operating table and still had her maintain the lithotomy position. Because of the catheter, urine would not come out, so I just put a toilet bucket under her butt. I first drew the liquid from two bottles of enema into a large special syringe, and then slowly inserted the long injection nozzle into her anus. After it was in place, I quickly injected the enema into her anus, and then pulled out the syringe. I gently touched her abdomen, and she kept saying that she wanted to defecate. I asked her to hold it in for a while, and after a while she finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and suddenly she defecated everything in the toilet, and a foul smell immediately came out of the toilet. I quickly asked the nurse to take care of it and change the toilet bowl. I wiped her anus and perineum with paper, and then gave her a bowel wash. I inserted the anal tube deeply into her rectum, opened the water valve, and let the enema solution flow slowly into her intestines. When she had a strong urge to defecate, I pulled out the anal tube, waited for a while, and then defecated into the toilet. After repeating this several times, there was nothing left to excrete in the intestines, and all that was excreted was some cleaning fluid. Then I disinfected her perineum and anus.
At this time, the nurse in charge of contacting the family came back and told me that there were no other immediate relatives outside except the patient's sister. Her sister had signed the consent form for the operation. As for the vaginal examination, we had to directly seek her sister's opinion. I walked to the little girl's head, told her the truth about her condition, and explained to her the necessity of vaginal examination. Perhaps it was because of the catheterization and enema just now, she hesitated for a moment and then agreed. I immediately asked her to sign the form. I saw her looking at me helplessly, because she knew very well that when she signed, her body was completely given to me, including the most important thing for a girl, her virginity, which she had kept for 21 years. Considering that the girl is unmarried, I couldn't bear to use open surgery such as laparotomy which would leave lifelong scars. If it is really necessary, I would use a more conservative laparoscopic surgery. I took out the vaginal speculum and she started crying when she saw it. I told her to be strong. I put on surgical gloves and moved between her parted legs. At this time, I became lustful and planned to deflower her with my fingers first, so that the pain would be reduced when the vaginal speculum was inserted. So I put the speculum aside, separated her labia minora with one hand, and lifted the catheter inserted in her urethra with the other hand, and she let out a sound. I ignored her and gently stroked her clitoris to see her reaction. As expected of a virgin, she moved violently. I immediately let go of my hand and started moving on to her vagina. I gently inserted my index finger into her virgin vagina. It felt so tight. My finger was tightly wrapped by her vaginal wall. I thrust my finger back and forth, and then inserted the second finger. She tilted her head and screamed in pain, but she couldn't do anything about it.
At this time, the nurse on duty told me that the patient's temperature might have risen. Could it be that she caught a cold while lying naked on the operating table? I asked the nurse on duty to hand me another rectal table, lubricated it and inserted it into her anus again. This time she didn't react at all. I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to feel the direction of the catheter inserted in the urethra and the anal tube in the anus through the vagina, because the vagina, urethra and anus are separated by only a thin wall, making it very easy to touch the objects inside. This is a rare opportunity and it has greatly guided my understanding of gynecological anatomy. So I used my index finger in the vagina to probe along the external opening of the urethra and along the bulging urethral wall caused by the catheter, all the way to the internal opening of the urethra where the catheter entered the bladder. The feeling of exploring freely in the virgin's vagina was indescribable. I was still not satisfied. I kept the hand in my vagina still and used my other hand to hold the catheter and gently insert it into my bladder. The hand in my vagina felt the infinite pleasure as the catheter was inserted. Then I moved my fingers down to touch the anal gauge in the rectum. Since I had just washed my intestines, the anal gauge felt particularly obvious. I also pulled out the anal gauge, and it felt very good. When I took out the rectal thermometer, I found that the girl's temperature was 38.2 degrees. No wonder the girl who was relatively conscious just now was a little confused now. I quickly asked the nurse on duty to do a skin test and prepare medicine for infusion.
I slowly pulled my two fingers out of the vagina. The dark red uterine blood stained my surgical gloves. When I reached the vaginal opening, I hesitated. I glanced at the nurse on duty. She was so busy with her own work that she had no time to pay attention to me. I thought this was a rare opportunity, so I decided to peel off the little girl's hymen completely and keep it as a souvenir. It was said to be late, but it was fast. I quickly put on new surgical gloves and completely peeled off the girl's hymen in less than five minutes. The bright red virgin blood seeped out through the delicate vaginal mucosa and flowed to the anus.
At this time, I picked up the vaginal speculum, lubricated it and inserted it into the girl's vagina. After all, she was still a virgin, and she screamed again. Although her feet were fixed and she couldn't move, her buttocks began to twist around. Due to the severe pain, nothing the nurse on duty could do was of any use. I told her sternly that if she continued to twist her buttocks, I would have to perform the surgery after half-body anesthesia. Maybe she was scared, so she stopped twisting her butt. I inserted the speculum into her vagina with difficulty. The girl thought that this was it, but in fact, this was only the first step. I slowly turned the adjustment screw, and the speculum gradually expanded her vagina. Ah, it hurts, she finally screamed out. I was afraid of breaking her vaginal wall, so I stopped when I could barely check it. She slowly calmed down. Through the speculum, I found that blood was oozing from the cervix. In order to verify whether there was blood accumulation in the abdominal cavity, I planned to perform a posterior vaginal foramen puncture on her. When she saw me taking a syringe to puncture her vulva, she started crying again. I ignored her. I clamped her uterus with a cervical forceps, then inserted the syringe into her posterior foramen and began to draw fluid. Fortunately, I did not draw any blood, which meant that she was very likely to avoid the pain of surgery. I immediately told her the latest results, and a rare smile finally appeared on her face.
At this time, the little girl's ear bleeding stopped, and she asked the nurse to lift the front of the operating table a little higher so that she could clearly see how I examined her. After removing the speculum, I immediately performed a gynecological triple examination on her, which included inserting the index finger into the vagina, the middle finger into the anus, and the other hand pressing on the uterus and its appendages. For a little girl, it is extremely shameful to have such an examination performed by a male doctor. She looked at me helplessly and said that such an examination was extremely embarrassing. I told her that a gynecological examination is like this, and then I will clean your bladder.
At this time, the cloth covering her breasts slipped down, and the nurse on duty took it away. Now the little girl was lying naked on the operating table. What kind of posture is that? The hands are fixed on the hand rack, the legs are bent and spread to the sides as far as possible, and the knees are fixed on the leg rack. Looking forward from the genitals, the labia majora and minora are slightly open, a catheter is inserted in the urethra, the pubic symphysis is slightly raised, followed by a broad pelvis, and above the slender waist is a pair of white and tender breasts, and the pink nipples are particularly sexy. I found a triple-lumen catheter, applied lubricant to it, walked between her legs, and used a syringe to draw out saline solution from the balloon double-lumen catheter. Then I removed the tape, separated her labia minora, and pulled the double-lumen catheter out of her urethra. Then I immediately disinfected her urethral opening. This time I planned to insert the catheter directly into her with my hands. I separated her labia minora with one hand, and held the catheter with the other hand and inserted it into her urethra. Maybe because it was too thick, she cried out in pain as soon as it was inserted into the outer opening. I told her that this kind of pain was better than having bladder surgery. She still said it hurt, but I ignored her and continued to insert it gently. This time the resistance was smaller and it finally entered the bladder. I began to irrigate her skillfully, and after repeating it several times, there was finally no blood stain.
It was already midnight and all other vital signs were normal. I untied her legs from the leg brace. Except for a catheter inserted in her urethra, everything else in her vagina had returned to normal. When she closed her legs, she said it hurt down there, but she couldn't tell exactly where it hurt. I told her that it would be fine if she took good care of herself for a few days. I asked the nurse on duty to cover her with a blanket and sent her to the ward under my jurisdiction.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, I saw her change out of her hospital gown and put on bright clothes. Due to the recovery of her spirit, her face is very rosy, and she looks completely innocent and childlike, as if a fairy from heaven. If she walks on the street, she will definitely get a lot of attention. Thinking of how she lay naked on the operating table a week ago, with her legs helplessly spread to have her virginity broken by my fingers, and how she was helplessly catheterized and given an enema, and finally how I peeled off her most precious hymen and preserved it, I suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in my heart.
Because I had a high level of comprehension and strong self-learning ability, I soon became the best surgeon in the county hospital. The hospital leaders began to train me and sent me to a provincial hospital to study advanced laparoscopic medicine and gynecological surgery. I worked very hard during the one-year training period. During this period, I also conducted in-depth research on anorectal surgery and published two exploratory papers on new methods of anorectal surgery, which were recognized by experts and achieved considerable academic results in the industry. The leaders of the provincial hospital admired my surgical skills very much and wanted me to stay and work in the provincial hospital. But the county hospital signed an agreement with me, and I did not have sufficient financial resources to bear the liability for breach of contract. In addition, the county hospital leaders were very good to me, and it can be said that they trained me. Finally, after a period of painful consideration, I decided to return to work at the county hospital. After I came back, with my first-class surgical skills, I naturally became the most popular person in the hospital. The daily surgeries were very tight and I rarely had free time during the day. I was only 29 years old at that time. My colleagues praised me and said I had a bright future, but I was well aware of the dangers of being successful at an early age. I behaved very modestly and prudently in all interactions with my colleagues, and I did not have the slightest idea of being arrogant.
That year, the neighboring county was recruiting two female TV hosts. In order to reflect the general principles of fairness, justice and openness, the radio station leaders announced the recruitment information to the whole society. Although the requirements are extremely high and the acceptance rate is extremely low, the great temptation still attracted a lot of female college students to sign up. Some even rushed over from school after knowing the information. According to the predetermined recruitment procedures, after layers of screening, the remaining 7 entered the final stage for on-site selection. At that time, their county will organize a special host selection evening, invite celebrities and county leaders to give scores on the spot and count the public votes on the spot. According to the pre-announced points rules, the two people with the highest points were directly announced as officially elected as the county's female TV hosts. During that period, people from neighboring counties and cities paid close attention to the selection gala, and the tickets open to the public were sold out immediately. Of course, they also became the focus of public conversation after dinner. Through my connections, I was able to get a VIP ticket for the event, and I was very happy.
When there were still 6 days before the opening of the party, the hospital leader called me to the office and said that there was a very important physical examination and re-examination to be done the next day, and asked me to hand over the next day's work to others before leaving get off work. The leader then handed me a detailed physical examination document and told me very seriously that the superiors attached great importance to this re-examination task and asked me to keep it confidential. If I disclosed any relevant information in advance, I would be subject to serious disciplinary action. From the serious expression on my leader’s face, I vaguely felt that the task I was about to face might be important and sensitive. I didn't dare ask more questions, so I carefully put away the information and returned to my office.
In the afternoon, I rearranged my work according to my leader's instructions. After get off work, I didn’t dare stay for long. I took the information back to the single apartment arranged for me by the hospital, lay down on the bed early, and carefully read the physical examination information given to me by my leader. At this time, I found that the number of people who took the physical examination re-examination was very small, but the requirements were very high. Some were almost the same as the flight recruitment standards. I even suspected whether it was a physical examination re-examination for flight crew members, but thinking about it, it was impossible. I was appointed as the chief inspector, responsible for the final overall review and signature acceptance. During the re-examination, I was specifically responsible for the examination of surgery, reproductive organs, urology, and anorectal items, which I am best at. I could not see any other special aspects from the information, and of course no relevant information about the examinee was disclosed.
The next day I arrived at the hospital on time. The physical examination and re-examination were conducted on the top fifth floor. After I went in, the head nurse told me that the hospital leaders had just made an impromptu decision that this time the physical examination nurses and the examinees would correspond one by one and accompany them throughout the process until the corresponding examinees finished all the examination subjects. At the same time, the door to the fifth floor was immediately locked, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving, and a thick screen was set up behind the door. I felt like I was the last one to arrive. I walked in quickly, and in the meditation room I saw 7 girls with great looks, figures and temperament sitting quietly and reading newspapers. Could it be~~~? My heart started beating violently. I continued walking forward and found that the windows of all the physical examination rooms were tightly covered. I walked to my work area, washed my hands, and made relevant preparations.
Half an hour later, the physical examination re-examination officially began. The nurse brought in the first girl. I glanced at her inadvertently, and suddenly my eyes were a little out of control: the rosy face, plump breasts, slender waist, full buttocks, well-proportioned limbs, especially the unique temperament revealed on her face and the big eyes that seemed unfathomable under the long eyelashes, which were deeply reflected in my heart. Yes, she is one of the seven female TV show host candidates who have been hyped up by local media.
To be honest, for a young male doctor like me who is not yet married, the psychological experience of performing surgery and health examinations on patients of the opposite sex, especially on young and beautiful girls, is completely different. The person who will undergo my physical examination today is one in a million in terms of appearance, figure, temperament, cultural level, liveliness, wit and eloquence. And except for the surgical items, all other items I examined today were concentrated on the girls' most mysterious and sensitive genitals. My brain quickly flipped through the physical examination materials that the hospital leaders gave me yesterday. The materials emphasized the examination methods and precautions in great detail. Some of the examination techniques and testing methods listed therein were very shameful for any normal woman. The candidate for the female TV host who can be called the best among men was going to undergo these examinations and tests today. I thought that the other 6 candidates would also have to undergo my final acceptance inspection in a while. My heart could hardly bear the excitement of my natural desires; my blood rushed up and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
But I quickly adjusted my mindset and fortunately I didn't lose my composure. At the same time, she looked at me in a daze. I still can't figure out her mentality at that time. She has already undergone an initial examination. The door to my work area is marked with signs for gynecology and surgery. She is clearly aware of the examination items and methods here. I think if it was just the first examination, she would most likely choose to give up, but now she is in a dilemma. Due to various pressures, she probably has no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the examination of a young male doctor like me. She first asked a stupid question: Doctor, are you the only chief physician in this department? Oh my god, I think the nurse is the only one here besides me. Could it be that the nurse is giving you a physical examination? I replied with a smile: Yes, it's just me, let the nurse prepare it for you now. After I finished speaking, the nurse handed me her physical examination form and went behind the screen alone. She followed her in very uncomfortably. I began reviewing the information she had attached to the medical form. There was no name on it, only a string of meaningless numerical codes representing her. The rest of her information was very complete: ethnicity: Han, age: 24, bachelor's degree, vice president of the student union, hobbies: dancing, singing, traveling, specialties: writing, calligraphy, and painting. I was secretly surprised when I saw it. If she hadn't exaggerated her talents so much, she would have been an all-rounder.
After five minutes, the nurse came out and said everything was ready, so I followed the nurse behind the screen. The nurse then unfolded the screen and closed the passage we had entered. Inside was the most advanced multifunctional gynecological examination bed in our hospital. All the examination instruments and tools were neatly arranged on both sides of the bed, allowing me to easily reach them with just a stretch of my hand. At this time, she took off all her clothes and lay down on the gynecological examination bed to accept my examination. Because it was a full-body surgical examination first, the leg rests of the examination bed were not put up, which meant that she was now lying on an ordinary bed like she usually sleeps on, except that this bed was much narrower. I walked to her head, and what appeared before my eyes was simply a white and noble piece of art. I lifted her head with one hand and asked her to lift her chest up. With the other hand, I moved the pillow she was sleeping on to her shoulders and back, and then gently put her head on the bed. At this time, her breasts, which were originally plump and white, became even more prominent, and the entire breast became the highest point of her body. Her heartbeat must have quickened and her face turned indescribably red.
I first carefully touched her facial skin and felt the burning sensation on her face, then the lymph nodes in her neck and armpits. When I touched her armpits, she instinctively clamped my hands together. I let go of her hands and deliberately touched both sides of her armpits with both hands. She couldn't help but let out a "oh", and my little brother responded by saluting her. I told the nurse that it was normal and the nurse made a note immediately. Next was the breast examination. I first kneaded her right breast with both hands, then kneaded her left breast, and then kneaded both breasts with both hands respectively. She moaned softly, and I liked to hear this sound, so I continued kneading for a while. After that, I gently kneaded her pale pink nipples with both hands, and then gently flicked them a few times with my fingers. Her pale pink nipples immediately became erect, and the pink areola also twitched and contracted tightly around the nipples. I then told the nurse that it was normal.
The following waist and abdominal skin touch examination made her slender waist twist due to the itchiness. Perhaps, except for her future husband, I was the only one among the opposite sex who had the honor to appreciate her naked dance on the bed, but it was more likely that even her future husband did not have this honor! I then told the nurse that it was normal. Touching down along her abdomen, we will check her inguinal lymph nodes. For an unmarried girl, this area is connected to the genitals, so you can imagine how sensitive it is. While I was sliding my index finger along her groin towards her vulva, my eyes were fixed on the moist, oily black pubic hair above her towering pubic symphysis. The skin at the roots of the hair was white, tender and clear. One of my hands couldn't help but touch the skin in the pubic area, and the feeling was so beautiful that I couldn't describe it. Then I quickly checked the skin of her lower limbs, and asked her to turn over and knead the white skin of her waist and back and her plump gluteus maximus. After telling the nurse that everything was normal, I started the next project, a comprehensive urinary and reproductive system examination.
I asked the nurse to put the leg brace in place, and then asked her to put her knees on the brace. After she did it, the nurse fixed her legs firmly. I turned the gynecological examination bed so that it began to move apart from below her buttocks. I adjusted the angle to the maximum and turned on the double-sided spotlights facing her vulva. Her mysterious vulva was displayed before my eyes without any obstruction under the strong light. I looked up and saw that her head was tilted to one side, her face was still as red as before, and her eyes were tightly closed. Because of extreme shame, she didn't even have the courage to open her eyes to look at me. I put on thin surgical gloves and walked between her legs. After visually examining her vulva, I found that her vagina was very moist, and some of the body fluids in her vagina had even flowed to her anus. This was obviously caused by my kneading her breasts, flicking her nipples, and touching her waist and abdomen, which made her sexually excited. I gently wiped her with a sterilized cotton ball. She was startled. I explained that there was too much body fluid down there, which would affect the examination. I wiped it for her. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer. She just said thank you in a low voice for some reason.
I continued my work, I used one hand to separate her bright red labia and began to examine her urethra and vaginal opening. First, I used a cotton swab to poke the tender flesh under her urethral opening. Her urethral opening immediately opened into an irregular oval shape, revealing the tender urethral mucosa. Then I changed the cotton swab and checked her vaginal opening. The first thing I observed was her incomplete hymen, but based on my experience I judged that she must still be a virgin. I carefully inserted the cotton swab into her vagina through the hole in her hymen, and fiddled with the vaginal wall at a large angle up and down and left and right. She began to cry out in pain softly on the bed. I ignored her and changed the cotton swab and inserted it into her vagina and continued to fiddle with it at a large angle to observe her bright red vaginal wall. I didn't stop until the pain started when beads of sweat appeared on her head. I told the nurse that it was normal.
After the vulvar examination, I applied paraffin oil on my right index finger and her anus, and then I slowly inserted my right index finger into her rectum through the anus. Her anus immediately clamped my index finger tightly, and her soft waist twisted uncomfortably. I immediately pressed my other hand on her lower abdomen above her uterus to make it difficult for her to twist her waist. Then the index finger in the anus began to push the cervix upwards, and the other hand cooperated with the touch inspection on the abdomen. Since I was very familiar with the anatomical structure of the female pelvis and had solid basic skills, I quickly finished checking her uterus and appendages. Then I gently pulled my finger out of her tightly closed anus and told the nurse that everything was normal. But as a 24-year-old virgin, she must have been a popular figure in school, and she must have never suffered any setbacks in her studies. Today, she had to undergo such an open genital examination by a young male doctor for the job she had always dreamed of. She must have felt very aggrieved and uncomfortable inside, but now she knew clearly that the only thing she could do was to obey, and she had no right to refuse at all. Because that would mean giving up, and all her previous efforts would be wasted, and she would never be willing to accept that.
The next item was a dynamic examination of the urinary system. I changed my gloves, opened the three-lumen catheter bag, took out a three-lumen catheter, and applied paraffin oil on the tip of the catheter. Then he separated her labia minora with one hand, thoroughly disinfected the external opening of her urethra, and then gently inserted the catheter into her urethra with his bare hands. She felt uncomfortable due to the swelling when the catheter was inserted, and she moaned softly. I paused, asked her to take a deep breath, and then continued to insert it into the bladder. After urine flowed out, I inserted it another 5CM into the bladder and skillfully clamped the catheter with pliers. Then I asked the nurse to bring the urine culture bottle, released the urinary catheter, and discharged the first part of the urine into the curved tray, leaving only the middle part of the urine as the culture specimen. After leaving enough specimens, I emptied the bladder completely.
Then I clamped the urination tube again, connected the irrigation tube to exhaust the air, loosened the irrigation tube and poured the colored irrigation fluid into her bladder at a low speed. Then I put one hand on the pubic hair area of her lower abdomen and stroked it. The irrigation fluid gradually filled her bladder. She started to blush and told me shyly that she wanted to urinate very much, and begged me to check her immediately so that I could loosen the catheter and urinate as soon as possible. Thinking that she might soon be a female TV host who would be crazily pursued by the opposite sex, but now she couldn't even control when and how to urinate, and had to beg me, a young male doctor, shamelessly, a strong sense of satisfaction surged in my chest. I also thought that if she was lucky enough to be elected in the future, she would probably feel tired even to glance at me. I had to do my job impartially and I would not be soft-hearted.
I continued to infuse her at a low rate until her bladder was highly filled. I clamped the infusion tube and gently removed the three-lumen catheter inserted in her urethra. Then I pinched her labia minora on both sides with both hands and spread them apart as far as possible. I ordered her to lie down and cough loudly three times, keeping my eyes fixed on her urethra opening to observe whether the colored irrigation fluid was brought out with the cough. Then I untied her legs and ordered her to squat naked. I asked her to do three squats on the examination bed. As her bladder was fully filled, she was very uncomfortable. After finishing, I asked her to squat at the end of the examination bed, spread her legs wide apart, and lean her upper body backward. I lowered my head and again pinched both sides of her labia minora from behind her buttocks with my hands, spreading them as far as possible. He ordered her to cough three times again, while keeping his eyes fixed on her urethra, observing whether the colored irrigation fluid was brought out with the cough. Seeing that everything was normal, I ordered her to drain the irrigation fluid into the bedpan at the end of the bed in this extremely lewd posture. As soon as I finished speaking, a stream of colored liquid spurted out from her urethra. The urine was very large and a lot of it splashed on my fingers. After she finished peeing, she sat down weakly on the examination bed. I then told the nurse that it was normal. At this time, I guess she had forgotten what shame was and completely let go. She generously asked the nurse for some paper and started wiping her vagina as if nothing had happened.
It was precisely because of her indifference that my natural desire suddenly decreased sharply. For the next anorectal examination, I just asked her to pose in a few symbolic examination positions and then I dealt with it hastily. After a rough examination with an anoscope, I told the nurse that everything was normal. Then I signed my name on the physical examination record handed to me by the nurse, completing the examination of her. The nurse immediately helped her tidy up her clothes and took her to another department.
After a while, another nurse brought in a girl with dark brown hair. I raised my head and observed her appearance very naturally. Her appearance, figure and temperament are comparable to the previous girl. She was wearing quite trendy clothes, which matched her appearance and figure so well that I felt she had a unique mature beauty. I was just about to speak when she spoke first, in her sweet voice and quite naturally, "Hello, doctor, nice to meet you. Thank you for your care today." I suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed, but immediately answered her with a smile: Oh, OK, I will. Please go inside and get ready. Then the nurse handed me her physical examination form and took her behind the screen to get ready.
At this moment, I was very unhappy in my heart: Hey, you proud girl, what are you saying! Is it a threat? Is it bribery? I quickly opened the information about her attached to the physical examination form. Wow, he has been studying abroad at his own expense since junior high school and has a master's degree. Other things, such as his unusually large number of special talents and award-winning records, are that he is now 25 years old and married. I was stunned. They were actually married. I was keenly aware that her family background in her county must be extraordinary. Her husband must not be an ordinary person either, since he could marry her. I finally understood that what she said just now was actually the result of her domineering self-confidence in her heart! I thought to myself: You little bastard, I don’t believe I can’t subdue you, I will definitely rub you into submission later. And let you know that no matter how strong you are in any other aspect, it doesn't matter to me. What I am going to do today is: to conduct a prescribed examination of your most mysterious, sensitive, precious, and at the same time weakest vagina. I will ask you to assume a certain position, and after inserting instruments and fingers into your vagina, I will definitely make you lower your proud head in shame and moan softly on the gynecological examination bed, which is a disguised way of begging for mercy from me.
I was thinking intently when I suddenly felt a white shadow sway beside me. I was startled. When I looked up, I saw that the nurse was taking out the handout folder for taking notes next to me. I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice the nurse coming out from behind the screen. At this time, the nurse came to me and told me that everything was ready. I handed her the physical examination information, stood up and turned behind the screen. Similarly, as soon as I entered, the nurse immediately opened the screen and closed the passage we turned into.
At this time, the arrogant girl had taken off all her clothes and was lying on the gynecological examination bed. The body shape of a young woman was different from that of an inexperienced girl. I skillfully placed the pillow under her shoulders and back, and her chest immediately stood up high. I found that her breasts were as plump and white as those of the girl I had examined before, but hers were more moisturized and lustrous, and her nipples still maintained their virgin pink color, without changing color at all due to marriage. Looking down from the towering breasts, the pubic symphysis above the vulva supports the moist and oily black pubic hair bulge at the bottom of the lower abdomen, and the skin of the whole body is white, tender and delicate. At this moment, I felt a faint scent of perfume coming from her body, mixed with her body fragrance. I instinctively took a few breaths, and immediately a feeling of intoxication with satisfaction gradually rose from my heart. My little brother instinctively became active as my heart rippled.
Since nurses and examinees have a one-to-one correspondence throughout the entire process, even ordinary physical examinations have clear regulations in the hospital: unless the physician in question asks or requires otherwise, the nurse can only unconditionally perform the corresponding work according to the requirements of the physician in question and the operating procedures during the entire physical examination process. You are not allowed to proactively discuss any issues with the physician concerned, and you are not allowed to disclose relevant medical examination information to a third party. If the hospital finds that there has been any violation of discipline, the employee will be subject to severe disciplinary action or even dismissal. For such a high-standard re-examination, the head nurse must have emphasized discipline to her subordinate nurses more than once. It can be said that being selected by the head nurse is a sign of the hospital's trust in them and an honor to be a nurse. In addition, the head nurse needs to know the detailed re-examination data on the inspection techniques and testing methods during this re-examination, because she needs to coordinate all the instruments and equipment that may be used and arrange the corresponding rooms, so she must know the details. The second is that as the chief physician, I know all the details of the re-examination, while other physicians, even those in a single department who participated in the re-examination, only know all the information within their department. Doctors in other departments are also required not to ask questions. As a nurse, it is impossible for me to know this. The reason why the hospital has such regulations is entirely to protect the personal privacy of the examinees and respect the examinees. But from this special review, it was these strict constraints and restrictions that gave me the power to go beyond the norm. Perhaps this aspect also verifies the correctness of dialectics, that everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme!
Because I have the absolute right to interpret this re-examination, I have no worries that any of my actions will cause criticism. I decided to disrupt the normal order of the physical examination and start with her feet. I first picked up a wet sterilized cotton ball with tweezers and gently scrubbed the soles of her feet, observing her natural reaction. She reacted very quickly, immediately retracting her feet inward, and then slowly stretching them out. After repeating this several times, I saw that her reflexes were normal and there was no flat feet phenomenon, so she told the nurse that it was normal. Then I put down the tweezers and began to knead her leg skin. I kneaded it very carefully and gently, not leaving out every inch. Slowly I kneaded her thighs, and I clearly felt her thigh muscles tense up. I asked the nurse to set up the leg rest and then ordered her to put her knees on it. She did the position I asked very uncomfortably. The nurse immediately fixed her legs firmly on the leg rests. I skillfully turned the gynecological examination bed, and it began to spread to both sides below her buttocks. I adjusted the angle to the maximum and turned on the double-sided spotlights facing her vulva. Her vulva was displayed in front of me without any obstruction under the strong light. I put my middle finger and index finger together and slid them over her labia majora, accurately pointing to the femoral artery on the inside of her thigh. Her heart was beating very fast, and it was obvious that her mind was agitated.
Then I held her thighs with both hands and gently rubbed her thigh skin towards her knees. The skin on the inside of the thigh is very sensitive for girls, even for married women, and she seemed to be particularly sensitive. When I rubbed it like that, her butt started to twist. I was secretly happy in my heart: Let’s see if you dare to be arrogant in front of me. You can’t stand this anymore. Let’s see how you get through this later. I crossed her left and right thighs and rubbed them. Finally, her sexual desire arose, her vagina gradually became wet, and her labia minora opened slightly like a jade clam. I immediately stopped rubbing and pinched the lower edge of her labia majora near her anus with both hands, and rubbed and flipped it upwards very slowly. Her body fluids flowed out of her vagina in rhythm with my kneading and flipping.
After a while of effort, my hands met at her clitoris. I didn't want to let go of this girl's sexual nerve center easily. But I didn't dare to knead her clitoris directly with my hands, so I gently separated her clitoral foreskin with one hand, and picked up a sterilized cotton ball with tweezers with the other hand and gently brushed her clitoris. She finally couldn't help it and moaned softly. I ignored her and continued to disinfect her labia majora and minora starting from her clitoris, and disinfected her three times. Of course her lewd moans accompanied the entire disinfection process. At this moment, I thought of seeing how ugly she looked. I glanced at her facial expression and found that the arrogance and confidence just now had faded away, and were replaced by lust and shyness. Her red face was staring at me blankly.
What a coincidence, at this moment her eyes met with my eyes when I looked at her sideways. I was shocked, but immediately explained that I have disinfected your vulva and will perform urinary system dynamics and gynecological examinations on you soon. Please cooperate. She nodded helplessly. In order to further undermine her self-confidence, I deliberately told the nurse to change the pad immediately to a clean one as this one was contaminated by vaginal secretions. The nurse immediately changed the pad and placed it under her buttocks. She turned her head to the side out of shame and didn't look up at me again. After I put on surgical gloves, I separated her labia minora. First, I used a special inspection stick dipped in paraffin oil to pick open her urethral opening to observe her tender urethral mucosa. Then I slowly inserted the inspection stick into the urethra. Her entire vagina suddenly became tense, and I asked her to take a deep breath and relax. At this time, I could clearly feel the discomfort and pain mixed in with the lewd moans just now, but I ignored her and continued the examination until the examination was completed before I pulled the examination stick out of the urethra.
Then I opened the triple-lumen catheter bag, picked out a three-lumen catheter of appropriate size, coated it with paraffin oil, and gently inserted the catheter into her urethra with my bare hands. She felt uncomfortable when it was inserted and she moaned again. I continued to insert the catheter into her bladder, and after urine began to flow out, I inserted it another 5CM into the bladder. According to the operating procedures, I collected midstream urine for culture specimens, and then completely emptied her bladder.
Then I put my index finger and middle finger together, and used my other hand to separate her labia minora, open the vaginal opening, and slowly penetrated into her moist and tight vagina. Her breathing became noticeably faster at this time. Maybe because she had just gotten married and had never had a vaginal examination, her vagina, buttocks and thigh muscles suddenly tensed up, and at the same time, they squeezed towards my fingers that had entered her vagina. My hand immediately felt an infinite pleasure from being compressed by the vaginal muscles, and the waiter's reaction also became stronger! But he kept saying to her: Relax, relax! Place your other hand on her pubic area and massage her gently.
Gradually, the tense muscles in her vagina relaxed, and my hand continued to go deeper, reaching the posterior fornix below her cervix. I felt my fingers being tightly wrapped by the inner wall of the vagina. Then, with the skillful cooperation of my other hand, I gently flicked the bottom of her cervix, completing the examination of the uterus and appendages cleanly and neatly. I instinctively glanced sideways. She no longer had the arrogance and confidence she had when she came in. She was just lying on the gynecological examination bed with a blushing face, head drooping, looking sideways at the screen, her breasts towering, and her tall legs spread apart, naked. He looked completely helpless, just like a lamb at my mercy! I thought to myself: You little bastard, I finally subdued you. As long as my hand is still in your vagina, I am your master at this moment.
After the internal examination, I pulled out the finger inserted in her vagina and then inserted a disposable vaginal speculum. Because she had just gotten married and had not given birth yet, the capacity of her vagina was limited. When I mechanically supported the speculum to open, she finally begged me for mercy, saying it hurt and asking me not to expand it anymore. At this moment, I felt very proud and satisfied: because I finally made Gao Ao bow her head and beg for mercy, and I did what other men wanted to do but could not do, including her current husband. My inner satisfaction made my hands soften. I stopped expanding and lowered my head to observe the internal structure of her vagina through the speculum. The first thing that caught my eye was her perfectly round, light pink, standard cervical opening for a nulliparous woman, followed by the entire cervix of the same color. Then I held the speculum with both hands and gently rotated it 360 degrees in her vagina to observe the inner wall of her vagina. The color was very fresh and tender. My conclusion was that it was typically healthy and mature. After the examination, I closed the speculum and pulled it out of her vagina. Her vagina shrank inward to cooperate with me, and I could see that she felt a lot more relaxed as the speculum was pulled out.
Then I connected the irrigation tube of the triple-lumen catheter, closed the urinary tube, and began to perfuse her bladder at a low rate. At the same time, I inserted my fingers into the vagina again, and from time to time I flicked through the vaginal wall into the gradually filling bladder. At first, she didn't feel any discomfort. When her bladder was full to a certain extent, I could clearly feel the heaviness of the bladder when I plucked her fingers. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and kept telling me that she felt uncomfortable and wanted to pee. I told her seriously that this was a very important examination item and asked her to cooperate. After hearing what I said, she was at a loss and stared at me with longing eyes. I could clearly feel the expectation in her eyes.
At this time, the perfusion fluid was still being infused at a low rate. Every time I flicked the full bladder through the vaginal wall, she would immediately let out an extremely uncomfortable moan. I plucked the strings several times continuously, and she moaned in accordance with the rhythm of my plucking. My heart also swayed with the rhythm of her moans. After a few minutes, the bladder was moderately to highly full. I immediately turned off the irrigation tube switch and pulled the triple-lumen catheter out of her urethra. Then I separated her labia minora, stared at the urethral opening, and asked her to do the cough test in the supine position and the squatting position after squatting exercise, and no abnormalities were found. Finally, I asked her to squat at the end of the examination bed and let her discharge the irrigation fluid into the bedpan at the end of the bed in this extremely shameful state.
At this moment, I could no longer sense what she was thinking. I only saw that her face was flushed red in a way that was difficult to describe in words, and all her pride was gone. When I was talking to her, I felt inexplicably that her thinking seemed to slow down a lot, as if she was a different person compared to when she first came in. During the following anorectal examination, she knelt down on the examination bed very obediently. I performed a detailed examination on her using both finger internal examination and an anoscope, and the results showed that everything was normal. Finally, I asked her to sit on the examination bed and examine the skin on her chest and back and her plump, white breasts that showed the unique charm of a young woman. It felt so wonderful that I can't describe it! After all the examinations were completed, I signed my name on the physical examination record handed to me by the nurse. The nurse helped her tidy up her clothes and took her out. I returned to the workbench outside the screen, blankly recalling the examination process just now, waiting for the next candidate to arrive.
On that day, it was probably the first time for these seven candidates to undergo such an open genital examination by a young male doctor, and they all showed shyness and discomfort without exception. But for me, perhaps it was the common thinking inertia of men. When I examined the one young woman and four girls at the back, although the examination methods and approaches were the same, the passion and desire I had at the beginning of the examination gradually subsided as the number of people examined increased. When I checked the last one, although the girl was very pure, pretty, plump, and still a virgin, she didn't arouse much desire in me. Perhaps it confirms the following saying: In the eyes of a doctor, there are only organs and nothing else!
I would like to take this opportunity to explain the premise of this statement, because it is with this premise that this statement appears complete and convincing: that is, before this, the doctor has already used various opportunities to get tired of looking at the bodies of the opposite sex!
Six days later, I attended the special selection party for female TV hostesses on time. Since I had a VIP ticket, my seat was in the middle of the front row. I saw someone next to me, gently pointing at the people on the right, and whispering privately that they were the husbands or boyfriends of the female candidates on the stage, and that they were so blessed. The implication was an indescribable envy and jealousy! I instinctively leaned over to take a look, and found that he was indeed elegant and handsome, truly a match made in heaven!
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