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Chapter 4: Let me explain here that the fat woman and the doctor who treated her had already left the gynecology clinic when I was peeping at the young woman. In order not to interrupt the story just now, I have deliberately left it until now to explain. When the fat woman and the doctor went out, I heard the sound and jumped off the chair, pretending to sit there idly, without attracting their attention at all. Maybe they even thought I was the young woman's husband. As soon as they left, I quickly climbed up and continued watching. Since I was down there for a very short time, it had little impact on my viewing of the entire process.
I have a bad temper. When I peek at a woman, especially a beautiful woman, I can't help but tell her and let her know that she was peeped at by a man. This time is no exception.
Because it was already noon and it was summer, there was no one around. I thought this would be a good opportunity to harass the young woman. But the entrance to the obstetrics and gynecology department is not in the right location, so I’ll have to wait and find another opportunity.
The doctor and the young woman left the obstetrics and gynecology department together. When the young woman sent the urine sample to the laboratory, the doctor was gone. The young woman turned and walked towards the hospital entrance, and I followed her, ready to look for an opportunity to harass her.
"Mom──, Mom──. "There was a cry of a child. Looking up, I saw a child of two or three years old stumbling towards the young woman, and not far behind the child stood a man in his thirties.
"Be good, baby girl. Mommy will hug you." "The young woman leaned over, picked up the child, and walked towards the man, saying, "Is Nannan having fun playing with Daddy? "
It turned out that this was a family of three who met together.
Fortunately, I didn't say anything to the young woman, otherwise, if her husband had intervened, something bad might have happened. Looking at the man who ruined my plan, I was so angry. But gradually I became cheerful again, thinking harshly:
"You don't know? I have seen the parts of your wife's body that are meant for you to see, more clearly than you can. Have you ever seen your wife having a gynecological examination? Have you ever seen your wife stuffing cotton into her vagina? Have you ever seen your wife spreading her vagina to urinate? Maybe you haven't even seen your wife wearing a thong. "Thinking this way, I felt relieved.
"I was so worried about you outside for such a long time. I said I would go in with you, but you refused. It’s okay for me to sit at the door. "The husband complained to his wife lovingly.
"What's the point of a man going to the obstetrics and gynecology department? It's so embarrassing. "Women are very delicate. She probably thought it would be embarrassing to take off her pants and expose her vagina in the obstetrics and gynecology room while her husband was only separated by a wall. So she asked her husband to wait for her in the small park outside the hospital with the child.
"Go home." "The husband said to his wife.
"There's a urine test going on, it'll be ready in a minute." The doctor asked me to look at the results. If the indicators were normal, then everything would be fine. If there were any problems, he asked me to continue seeing the doctor in the afternoon. Anyway, we just had breakfast when we arrived at the hospital, so we are not hungry now. We might as well wait here to avoid rushing back and forth in such hot weather. "
"Okay." "The husband obeys his wife.
The couple took their child back to the hospital. I heard the husband asking his wife: "Do you feel uncomfortable? "
"Not bad." "The wife answered softly and a little shyly.
Hearing the couple's questions and answers, I thought that the wife had just had a gynecological examination, and the couple might have some private conversations about this. You know, men are naturally interested in this aspect. I followed quietly, hoping to overhear something.
The child was about to go to sleep, and the couple wanted to find a cool place for the child. They found the infusion room. There was no one inside, but there was an electric fan. They carried the child in and found a corner to sit down. There is a door behind them.
It's really a coincidence that the young couple never dreamed that I would take advantage of them again.
There were two infusion rooms side by side. The couple went into one, and I thought I couldn't follow them in. I had no choice but to go into the next room. Hey, there was a door. It turned out that the two rooms were connected by a door at the window at the end. When I looked over, I saw that there was a big hole in the door, but a piece of plywood was nailed to the door frame, which was slightly larger than the hole. The door frame protruded while the door panel was recessed. The plywood nailed to the door frame could not stick to the door panel, and there was a gap wider than a finger. The plywood was nailed from the room where the couple was sitting. I stuck my head to the hole, and through the gap at the bottom of the plywood, I could see the couple's backs and buttocks, and their faces were higher than the hole, so they couldn't see my side. They couldn't see next door and thought they had found a good place to whisper. All I had to do was stand by the hole, and any sound from the other room would reach my ears.
I pretended to be a summer escapee as well, and sat down on a bench near the door, trying not to make any noise.
The sound of the couple's conversation came over from time to time, and I held my breath and eavesdropped quietly. Of course, there are many topics. Here I will only talk about the interesting ones and omit the tedious ones. There may be some incoherence, but it can save space.
Next door, the husband quietly asked his wife: "Aren't you having your period today? Why are you taking a urine test? "
"Well, don't mention it. My menstruation is causing me so much pain. The doctor has a solution. "
"There is a way to do this. I can't ask you to stop your menstruation. Tell me, what method you used. "
"You won't encounter such a thing, so why do you need to know? . You men just want to know everything. "
"Tell me about it." Just tell me about it. "The husband kept begging.
"See if others heard it. I’ll tell you tonight. "
"It's such a big hospital, and there are only two of us. Who can listen to it? Just tell me now. If you wait until night time, you will suffocate to death. "
"Look how anxious you are." Tell you, tell you. "The wife scolded him a few words, then gently told her husband the process of taking clean urine. When she talked about the doctor asking her to massage her clitoris, the young woman shyly snuggled into her husband's arms. "You tell me, as a woman, who can play with my own heart in front of others? "
"Did you play it?" "The husband asked anxiously.
"The urine just won't come out." There is really no other way, so I have to play it with a thick face. The doctor was right next to him, and there was a patient lying on the examination table opposite. Oh, I'm so embarrassed. "
"Anyone else?" Male or female? "The husband added.
"Are you stupid?" Can a man lie on a gynecological examination table? . If he were really a man, it would be so embarrassing. Hey, tell me, what if a man really saw mine? My, what would you do? "
"Me." I'll beat him up. "
"What if that man is a doctor? "
"That." There's nothing we can do about it. Besides, male doctors have better medical skills and can cure diseases. How can we treat diseases in this obstetrics and gynecology department if we are not allowed to see the doctors? "
"I'm going to say something shameless, please don't take it seriously. It would be a good thing if I could have a male doctor take a look at me. In the past, you insisted on seeing me. The one of mine, I always hide from you and don’t let you see it clearly. That's something I really can't let go of. If you really let a male doctor see it, he is also a man. If a woman's things have been seen by men, what's the point of being so precious? If other men can see it, shouldn’t your husband see it even more? Maybe I can relax a little. I was just talking nonsense. "
"You, are talking nonsense." Other men haven’t seen it, but your husband can’t see it? You don't let me see it, but you are willing to let me see it. Don't you think it's weird? "
"That's two different kinds of hemp.
It’s for the purpose of having children, but there is no child to be seen. "
"You, you say one thing and mean another." Now that we have a child, why not? "
"I didn't want to do it, but you insisted. Are you going to ignore me now? "
"Then when I talk to you, how come you get excited?" . Shame, shame. "
"I just don't want to, I just don't want to be numb. "The young woman couldn't win the argument with her husband, so she started to act like a spoiled brat.
The wife is not really annoyed when her husband talks like this. It shows that the young woman loves her husband very much and they are usually very intimate, so she speaks more casually.
The young woman shyly told her husband about the discomfort of inserting a cotton ball into her vagina, the nervousness of inserting a speculum, and the strangeness of inserting a finger into her vagina. She described the gynecological examination vividly.
The husband listened to his wife's story and asked questions from time to time, such as the shape of the speculum and what she was thinking about while lying on the examination table. The young woman answered shyly.
During the question and answer, I saw through the gap that the husband's hand slowly reached under his wife's skirt, and the couple moved closer together.
The husband whispered to his wife, "You are dressed very beautifully today. "
"It's just the same as usual, nothing special about it." "
"You still don't admit it." What's this? "
"What does this have to do with beauty? Isn’t this what women use during their menstruation? "It turns out the husband was referring to his wife's G-string. I guess at this moment, under the young woman's skirt, her husband's hand must be touching the T-belt around her waist, and maybe even touching her vagina.
"You don't have to use this one. This morning, when I saw you taking this pink pair to the bathroom to change, I secretly laughed at you for dressing up inside and out just to have a gynecological examination. "
"So what?" I can't let people think of me as a sloppy woman. There was a woman being examined inside just now. Her private parts were dirty and smelled strange, which made the doctor angry. When he was using the duckbill, the doctor teased her and gave her the biggest one, which made her scream. I saw it with my own eyes. Do you want your wife to be penetrated before you feel comfortable?
. You have no conscience. "
The husband laughed and said, "Look at what you said. How can that be possible?" My wife’s vagina is broken. What will I do for the rest of my life? . Hey, you've had the doctor look at everything, so let me take a closer look tonight. Okay? "
"No, I'm on my period, I can't. "
"Just take a look and hold on, I guarantee you won't." "The husband swore a solemn oath.
"Don't give me that. Don't I know your tricks?" . If you don't let me see it, it would be strange if you don't rape me. "
"Don't say it so harshly. There is no such thing as rape between husband and wife. Please, my dear wife. I can't wear a condom. You've made me want to put Ke'er into your vagina right now. If you don’t believe me, touch here. "The couple's bodies were moving back and forth. I guess the husband was pulling his wife's hand to touch his daughter. After a while, the two of them stopped moving, but the wife smiled shyly, presumably because her hand had already touched her husband's breast.
"Shameless thing." Even in broad daylight, he is not afraid of being seen. We’ll talk about tonight tonight. "
"You are such a good wife to me." Just wait, I promise that I will make you feel comfortable and eat your fill tonight. "
"Save your energy. I am afraid of you, because you kill people at any time. People are not made of iron.
If it breaks, let’s see what you will play with in the future. "
They joked for a while, then got up together to get the test results.
After they walked away, I left the hospital too.
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Chapter 5 The obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital was very attractive. After a few days, I revisited the place and went there again.
It is fun to peek into the obstetrics and gynecology department during the day, but it is also dangerous. If you are not careful, the people inside may see you as soon as they look up. Not to mention that there may be people walking in the corridor outside the door at any time. If you are not careful, you will be discovered and caught. That is not fun.
It would be much safer if you could sneak a peek into the obstetrics and gynecology department at night.
I have introduced that the obstetrics and gynecology outpatient clinic of the County People's Hospital is located in the leftmost corner of the outpatient building, occupying one side of the "concave" shape. There are six rooms on both sides of the corridor. The first room on the outside is the obstetrics department, the second is the gynecology outpatient clinic, and the last is the gynecology examination room. The first room on the inside is the warehouse, the second is the doctor's night duty room, and the last is the toilet. Because obstetrics and gynecology is a professional department, night emergencies are not performed in the emergency room. The county people's hospital is responsible for the affairs of the entire county, so there must be someone on duty in the obstetrics and gynecology department to respond to emergencies.
However, the county town is a small place with not many patients. Patients from the countryside do not need to go to the county town for medical treatment unless it is absolutely necessary, as there are more grassroots hospitals to handle their conditions. Therefore, the obstetricians and gynecologists here sleep on night shifts. When there are no patients, they sleep in the duty room and get up to treat patients when they come.
This county is located in a mountainous area. The county people's hospital is built on the mountain. The outpatient building is built by splitting a hillside in front of the mountain. The wards are scattered in a small basin between the mountains to the right of the outpatient building.
In front of and on the left side of the outpatient building is the hospital's wall. The cliff cut out from the hillside behind is about ten meters high, and a 70-80 degree slope protection is built with stones. In front of the outpatient building, on the side of the obstetrics and gynecology department, there is an iron gate fence blocking the outpatient building and the front wall of the hospital. Inside, outside the window of the obstetrics and gynecology department, there is a fiberglass shed about four or five meters wide and ten meters long. It is the bicycle parking area for hospital employees. There is a sign hanging on the gate of the gate, which states that the opening hours are from seven in the morning to seven in the evening.
Because employees who work night shifts usually stay overnight in the hospital, the garage door is locked at night to ensure the safety of the bicycles. I went inside to take a look and saw that there was a very high stone wall built behind the outpatient building. It stretched from the bottom of the "Ao" character on the building to the retaining wall of the cliff, completely enclosing the left side of the character. It was about one meter away from the obstetrics and gynecology building.
The hospital has fenced off the obstetrics and gynecology department, probably for the privacy of this department. In this way, as long as you find a way to get inside the iron gate, people outside will not be able to see you. There was no light in the garage, and it was located at the foot of a mountain on the edge of the city, so the entire garage was pitch black, while the obstetrics and gynecology clinic was brightly lit.
When one looks at light from the dark, one can see it clearly, but when one looks at the dark from the light, one cannot see anything at all. There is another characteristic in human thinking: when one is in the light, one cannot see others in the dark, and one will have the illusion that others cannot see him or her either.
There is a common situation: a person riding a bicycle from a bright place to a dark place thinks that the people in the dark cannot see him, so he presses the bell desperately. Conversely, another person riding a bicycle from a dark place to a bright place clearly sees someone in the light, but thinks that person can also see him, so there is no need to press the bell to remind the other person. In fact, the thinking of these two people is wrong.
Judging from the entire situation, the obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital is very suitable for peeking outside the window at night. The key is to find a way to enter the single garage. I pretended to be casual and walked around in and out of the garage and in front and behind the outpatient building, and finally found a solution.
There are six rooms in the corner where the obstetrics and gynecology department is located, and the last one facing inside is the toilet. This toilet is nominally a women's toilet. In our local hospitals, the obstetrics and gynecology department usually only has women's toilets. Because there are only women's toilets here, men can go in to relieve themselves when they have to urinate urgently. Usually no one cares. At most, they will say a few words like "How come there is not even a men's toilet in the hospital? It doesn't make sense." I just pretended to be in a hurry to pee and broke in. Not only did I find a way to enter the garage, but I also got to see the women using the restroom. I will tell you about what I saw in the women's restroom later.
The toilet window is about one meter wide from the stone wall. Like other rooms, the toilet window is also hung with curtains and blocked by iron gates. I looked carefully and figured out that the gate rail was fixed to the window with wood screws on the top and bottom.
I went to the street to buy a screwdriver and a drill. When no one was paying attention, I unscrewed the screw at the bottom, enlarged the screw hole with the drill, and then inserted the screw into the enlarged screw hole. In this way, when I wanted to peek at the window at night, I just had to pull out the screw under the window and give it a push. The bottom of the gate bar would be separated from the window. The screws on the top still hung the gate bar on the window. I drilled out of the window through the gap and entered the single garage, and the concave in the middle of the "concave" word. There were some sundries piled in the small aisle, so even if someone entered the single garage in the middle of the night, they would not be discovered if they hid here.
After getting in, restore the gate fence and draw the curtains, and no one would imagine that there is a passage here. In case of danger, I also prepared a retreat. I could easily jump onto the pile of debris and climb over the hospital wall. Outside the wall was a small hill covered with trees, so it was easy to escape.
Because it was summer and very hot, the conditions back then were incomparable to today. Apart from electric fans, there were no other cooling equipment, so we had to open the windows to cool down. Although there were screens outside the windows, they could be opened with a slight prying motion using a screwdriver.
There is only one doctor on duty at night. When there are no patients in the first half of the night, he sits in the outpatient department, and then goes to the duty room to sleep in the second half of the night. There was no one in the consulting room.
The treatment room has four sides, two of which have doors. One door opens into the corridor and is usually locked. One door leads to the outpatient department. The other two sides have windows, one facing the single garage and the other facing the cliff behind the building. The windows on the two sides are at right angles.
There are curtains hanging on the windows, and the open space outside the two windows is covered with fiberglass tiles, forming a single garage.
After I went in, I pried open the screens on both sides of the treatment room, made some very thin gaps on both sides of the curtains, and used a drill to hook two small holes. As for the outpatient department, the curtains were not drawn tightly, so it was easy to see inside.
After I was ready to peep, I crawled behind a pile of debris in the corner of the garage, spread out a sheet I had picked up, half-lay down against the wall, took out the food I had brought with me, and rested while waiting for the situation to appear. I knew that if I didn't seize the time to rest, the whole long night would be very difficult to endure. Only by resting well when there was nothing to see, could I be energetic and devote myself to observation once the opportunity appeared.
It was so quiet all around that I could hear any patient arriving.
I have been to the outpatient clinic. The doctor on duty that night was a young male gynecologist who definitely did not look over 30 years old.
I think there will be a good show tonight. It is nice to see a female doctor examining a female patient, but after all, both of them are women, so it is not particularly stimulating to watch. The female patient is only showing her private parts to other women, and her expression does not show any shyness, so the viewing pleasure is greatly reduced. However, if a male doctor examines a female patient, and the man doing the examination is young, the woman being examined will definitely be shy and helpless, and the scene will be much more interesting. If an old man in his 50s or 60s examined them, female patients or their families might feel relieved.
There were no patients at the moment, and the doctor was sitting idly in the outpatient clinic. It was quiet, and the occasional footsteps of the doctor could be clearly heard.
At about eight o'clock, I heard a chaotic sound of footsteps. I quickly jumped to the window of the outpatient clinic and saw a pregnant woman with a big belly wearing a loose dress coming in, supported by a man.
"Doctor, my wife is about to give birth." "The man shouted anxiously, no longer caring whether the doctor was a man or a woman.
"Come here, come here. "The doctor stood up and greeted the patients, leading them into the examination room. Perhaps because it was night, the obstetrics department was closed, and the examination of the mothers was also done on the examination table in the gynecology treatment room. Seeing the patients going to the treatment room, I quickly changed my position and got to the window of the treatment room before them, looking inside through the prepared peephole.
The doctor guided the patient and asked about the situation. When they arrived at the examination table, the doctor instructed: "Take off your pants and lie down. "
After listening to the doctor, the husband turned his wife towards him, stood firmly, squatted down, put his hands under his wife's skirt, groped for his wife's underwear, and pulled it down. When the husband was taking off his wife's pants, the woman held up her husband's head and shoulders to keep herself steady. It was not until her husband pulled her panties to her heels that she lifted her feet up and let her husband take off her panties.
The underwear was taken off, along with the pants, along with a large stack of wet toilet paper. The husband threw the toilet paper into the waste bucket under the examination table, crumpled up his wife's underwear and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. He freed his hands and helped his wife onto the examination table, put her feet down, and subconsciously pulled the hem of his wife's skirt down to cover her vulva. After doing all this, he stood aside, hesitating whether to go back to the outpatient clinic to wait or stay in the examination room.
The doctor ignored the husband and said to the woman in labor: "Pull up your clothes. "
The woman in labor was very obedient. She raised her buttocks with difficulty and pulled the baby's belly up. Her husband hurried over to help.
"Further up. Go further up. "The doctor was directing from the side.
The couple worked for a while and finally managed to lift the skirt up to the woman's armpits until her breasts were exposed.
The husband just pulled down his wife's skirt, which was really unnecessary.
The husband helped his wife to fix her clothes and then went to the side of the examination table, acting as if he was ready to help his wife at any time. In fact, I knew that he just wanted to be with his wife and helping was just an excuse.
The doctor turned on the floor-standing examination light with a "bang", and the woman's vulva and belly were clearly visible. Her entire belly was protruding high, somewhat like a huge watermelon, and the spots of stretch marks on her belly looked like the lines on the rind of a watermelon. Her belly button protruded outwards like a cow's eyeball, as if it were a watermelon stem.
Following the belly down, you can see the vulva between the legs of the parturient. The vulva of the parturient is very clear under the light. Due to the pregnancy, the vulva of the parturient looks very ugly. The pubic hair on the front mons pubis is messy and spreads all the way to the labia majora on both sides. The entire vulva from the thighs to the anus is a dark brown.
Because she was about to give birth, her entire vagina was protruding and stretched tense. The labia majora on both sides had been stretched so much that their original slightly raised and plump shape could no longer be seen, and had turned into two thin purple pieces. The labia minora had been stretched crooked and the anus was turned outward like a pouting mouth. In the middle of her vagina there was a hole that was pointed on the top and round on the bottom, somewhat like the shape of an olive pit. From the hole, water that seemed to have no color kept flowing out, dripping down her buttocks and into the waste bucket under the examination table, making a "tick-tick" sound.
The woman in labor was lying on the examination table in great pain, and her husband was looking at the doctor anxiously with his hands twisted. The doctor did not drive the husband away, but just opened the equipment, took out the instruments, and made various preparations. It seemed that the doctor did not mind examining the woman in labor as if she were her husband. At this time, the woman was tortured by severe pain and could not care about so much. Instead, her husband's eyes showed not only a hopeful look, but also a hint of monitoring the doctor.
To be honest, it is indeed very embarrassing for husbands in such situations. On the one hand, the husband, who is a first-time father, is helpless facing his wife who is about to give birth and can only hope for the help of the doctor. On the other hand, seeing his wife's private parts, which he has not even seen or played with enough, being viewed and touched by another man without reservation, he must be unwilling to accept it, but he can do nothing about it. It's like a little child who accidentally breaks a favorite toy and asks an older child to help fix it. If he doesn't ask, he won't be able to play with the broken toy. If he asks the older child to help fix it, he will have to watch him fiddle with the treasured thing that he doesn't want to let go of for a moment. It's really contradictory.
The doctor's face was expressionless. I didn't know what he was thinking. If it were me, I would definitely be very happy to examine the husband's wife's vagina in front of her.
There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and two or three people were walking towards the obstetrics and gynecology department. The husband hurried over and closed the door leading to the outpatient department. The upper part of the door is made of glass and covered with a curtain. The husband closed the door and carefully pulled the curtain to both sides so that there was no gap. It can be seen that the husband is very concerned about his wife's privacy. He could not let the doctor see her, but he was unwilling to let others see her. So when he heard footsteps and knew someone was coming, he immediately closed the door and pulled the curtain tightly, for fear that others, especially other men, would see her.
"Go to the back and support your wife. "Perhaps the doctor thought the husband's wandering was affecting his work, so he sent him behind the examination table. Just then, the wife groaned loudly in pain, and the husband quickly ran to his wife, holding her elbow with one hand and reaching under her neck with the other hand to hold her shoulders.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. From the footsteps, it could be heard that two people had entered the obstetrics and gynecology department. One of the people made a sharp sound on the terrazzo floor, as if she was a woman wearing high heels. The other person's footsteps were duller, like a man's.
"Xiao Wang." Xiao Wang. "A man shouted outside.
"Hey, here it is. Are you coming? ﹗ "The doctor responded hurriedly.
It seemed that they were friends, so the visitor did not call the doctor "doctor" but "Xiao Wang" and greeted the doctor warmly.
With a "click", the door of the examination room was pushed open and a man poked his head in: "Are you busy?" "
The woman in labor lying on the examination table and her husband who was supporting her turned their heads towards the door at the same time, while the light from the fluorescent lamp in the outpatient room also shone through the door frame and onto the woman's naked body from another angle. There was anger in the husband's eyes, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"Sit, sit." Sit outside for a while. I'll be done soon. "The doctor greeted warmly.
"Don't worry, don't worry. It's still early. Take your time." "The man said this and walked out without closing the door.
The husband looked at the open door, as if hesitating whether to go over and close it. In the end, he did not move. Perhaps he had just been scolded by the doctor and felt a little hesitant.
The doctor was still preparing, and I took the opportunity to turn to the outpatient window. Sure enough, there were two people in the outpatient room, a man and a woman, both around 30 years old. The woman sat down at the table, and the man was pacing in the room while smoking. It was obvious that the man's pacing route was selective, and he could just see the woman in labor lying on the examination table through the open door. I thought to myself, all men are actually the same.
I chuckled to myself and returned to the examination room window.
The doctor was almost ready and began to examine the woman in labor. The doctor put his hands on the woman's belly, pressing here and touching there, and pulled a soft tube from an instrument next to him. The tube had a large flat head. The doctor put the large head on the woman's belly, and the speaker of the instrument made a "thump, thump, thump" sound.
The doctor held the big head with one hand and turned around to adjust the knob of the instrument with the other hand. The sound in the speaker became very clear. It turned out that the doctor was monitoring the fetal heartbeat.
After a while, the doctor hung the hose back on the instrument, turned off the switch, put on disposable plastic gloves, reached into the woman's vulva, inserted two fingers at a time, and squeezed out a lot of water. The doctor fiddled with the woman's vagina for a while, withdrew his hand, took off the gloves and threw them away, turned around and sat on the chair beside the table, picked up a pen and started writing on a piece of paper. The husband put his wife down and stood over to watch. After the doctor finished writing, he handed it to the woman's husband: "The baby is about to come in, hurry up and get the procedures and move in." "
The husband took the list handed over by the doctor, put it in his shirt pocket, turned around and walked to the examination table, took out his wife's underwear from his trouser pocket, and lifted his foot to put the underwear on his wife. The doctor said: "No need, you will be on the delivery table in a moment. The cart coming to the ward to pick you up has a sheet. Cover it with the sheet and send it to the delivery room to prepare for the birth." "
The husband had no choice but to comfort the woman in labor. He then went out to complete the hospitalization procedures and closed the door behind him.
The doctor packed up and left the examination room, leaving the woman in labor lying naked on the examination table with her legs spread apart, without even closing the door. Now, the man outside the door could watch the woman in labor again, and her husband's deliberate efforts to close the door were in vain.
The doctor notified the inpatient department by phone in the outpatient department, and after hanging up the phone, he busied himself pouring water, handing out cigarettes, and chatting with two guests.
It can be seen that the two men are buddies and the woman is the man's wife. Basically, it was the two men talking, and the woman sat quietly aside with a slight smile on her face and rarely interrupted. This woman looks pretty, with delicate features and a delicate appearance. There is no definite feature about her nose and mouth. The biggest feature is a black mole above the right corner of her mouth. The mole is as big as a mung bean and is particularly eye-catching on her fair face. If you look closely, it is this black mole that embellishes the charm of the young woman.
The doctor had already come outside, but the man was still not honest. He only sat on the stool the doctor brought to him for a short while, then stood up and walked around the room. Although he was not looking directly at the woman in labor in the inner room, I could see that his every move was to increase the number of times his eyes swept across the woman in labor and prolong the time his eyes stayed on her.
His wife was sitting in the corner of the outpatient clinic and couldn't see the inner room, so she probably couldn't feel what her husband was doing. The doctor kept chatting with him and often looked at him, so she should have felt it, but he didn't show it at all. I think he was pretending not to know. Come to think of it carefully, the doctor didn't close the door when he came out just now, maybe he was deliberately leaving the man a chance. Think about it again, after the man came in, he pushed the door, stuck his head out, walked out, and paced back and forth, as if it was a series of routine. It seems that this is not the first time that the man has watched naked women here.
It's a blessing to have a gynecologist as a friend.
After a while, the husband of the pregnant woman completed the hospitalization procedures and rushed back sweating profusely. He handed the form to the doctor as soon as he entered the door. Then he turned around and saw that his wife was exposed again. He hurried over to close the door and glanced at the pacing man. He must have felt indescribable feelings in his heart. Just think about it, it is already very uncomfortable to let a male gynecologist see your wife's secret, and then let an unrelated man peek at it. Wouldn't he be very upset?
What’s even more infuriating is that when the man saw him close the door of the examination room, he smiled and nodded at him, as if he was saying hello, but also as if he was conveying his smug feeling after peeping. If someone smiles at you, you cannot be impolite. If he peeped at your wife, you can only swallow your anger and be polite. If he greets you, you still have to bow in return. Of course, you already respect him in your heart for eighteen generations. What about him? Maybe he is imagining your wife in his mind. In fact, whether it is ancestors or wife, it is really impossible to do it, and it can only be imagined. But he is still cheaper than you. You don’t know what his ancestors were like, and even your imagination is false. But he has seen your wife’s naked body, even the most private part of her vagina is clearly seen. It is much more real in imagination than in yours.
Two men were performing pantomime there, a cart came "gurgling" in, the one pushing the cart was a young man in his twenties, followed by a female doctor in her forties. The female doctor came to hand over to the male doctor, and the young man pushed the door open and pushed the cart to the examination table. He held the woman's head and neck with one hand and her ankles with the other, and easily moved her from the examination table to the cart to make her lie down. The young man had probably seen a lot, and didn't seem to have any feelings about the naked woman. It was ominous that the man just now was staring at her slyly, but I felt that he did look at the woman during his work, but he was experienced, so he looked more skillfully and without leaving any traces.
Because the cart was placed horizontally in the examination room, after the young man carried the woman on it, her feet were facing the outpatient department, and the poor woman once again became an exhibit. The husband hurried over and took out the sheet from the shelf under the cart to cover his wife.
The guy pushing the cart hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, we need to check again." The sheets have been disinfected, don't get them dirty. "
The husband had no choice but to put the sheet back.
After the handover, the female doctor put on a plastic glove on her right hand and walked to the cart: "Open your legs a little." "
In front of everyone in the room, the female doctor reached her hand into the woman's vagina and fumbled around for a while: "Hold on tight." Why are you here so late? "The female doctor withdrew her hands, took off her gloves and threw them away. The young man took out the sheet, shook it out, and covered the woman tightly from head and neck to heels. He pushed the cart and left. The female doctor and the woman's husband followed him out.
A wonderful exhibition has come to an end.
The woman in labor left, leaving only the male doctor and the couple in the room.
They chatted for a while longer. At this moment, the husband also sat down, probably because there was nothing else to see.
"Do it now. "The doctor suggested. It was obvious that the couple had serious business to attend to when they saw the doctor.
The husband glanced at his wife, who lowered her head and said nothing.
"Do it." "The husband responded.
The three of them stood up, the wife followed the doctor to the examination room, and the husband went to close and lock the door of the outpatient clinic, then turned back and entered the examination room, not forgetting to close and lock the small door as well. It seemed that he was accompanying his wife to see a doctor for some examination or treatment.
This boy, who looks at other people's wives in a sneaky way, protects his own wife very tightly, fearing that others might peek at her. However, he never imagined that there was a man outside the window. At a quick glance, the curtains were drawn tightly, but upon closer inspection, there was a tiny gap, and a few holes the size of coins. This boy would never have thought that behind the gap, in the middle of the holes, there was a pair of eyes sharing his wife's naked body.
The woman was also wearing a dress, but it was corseted. She began to undress, and the doctor was busy getting ready, seemingly not paying any attention to the woman. The woman reached behind her back to untie her skirt, and the doctor quickly said, "No, no. "
Haha, stop pretending. A woman’s every move is under the doctor’s eyes.
The doctor's reminder was a little late. The belt had already loosened and the dress became much looser.
The woman put her hand inside her skirt, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and immediately pulled her panties down and took them off.
Following the doctor's instructions, the woman urinated in the squat toilet at the foot of the house, wiped her vagina, and went back to lie down on the examination table with the help of her husband, on which the doctor had already laid a cushion. She did not put her feet on the footrests immediately, but let them hang in front of the examination table, letting her dress cover her thighs, as if she wanted to delay exposing her vagina.
The doctor ignored the woman and chatted with her husband about all sorts of things while preparing the equipment. After getting ready, he walked to the examination table, reached out and hooked one of the woman's legs and placed it firmly on the footstool, then helped the woman's other leg, which had been lifted up, and placed it in the same position, muttering: "Don't be nervous, this is a minor operation and it will be over in a moment. It's a little painful, but it will pass if you bear with it. "
The doctor positioned the woman's legs and said, "Since you've already loosened your skirt, lift your clothes up a bit so they don't get in the way during the operation." Come, cooperate with me and loosen your bra so that it won’t oppress your breathing. "
As he spoke, he lifted the hem of the woman's skirt up, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
The husband saw the doctor arranging clothes for his wife and hurriedly helped.
The woman was completely exposed.
There was nothing special about the woman's vagina, just ordinary. Sparse pubic hair, slightly raised labia, light coffee color. It is worth mentioning that there is a green bean-sized blue mole on her labia majora near the anus, which is opposite to the black mole at the corner of her mouth. The originally unremarkable vulva was made to look somewhat delicate by the small green mole.
The doctor was busy working on his buddy's wife's vulva while chatting with his buddy. He first used wet and dry cotton balls alternately to clean the vulva inside and out. The doctor worked very carefully, and did not leave out any part of the labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, vaginal vestibule, and anus. He was especially careful with the grooves between the labia majora and minora, and even stretched out the wrinkles on the labia minora and wiped them repeatedly with his hands. He also cleaned a large area of the thighs on both sides of the vulva and the lower abdomen above the mons pubis. He muttered, "It has to be clean, otherwise it will get infected. "
I found that doctors paid special attention to the blue moles on women's labia. After wiping them with cotton balls, they rubbed them with their fingers and pinched them with two fingers to observe them carefully, as if they were studying whether they were also lesions. The doctor studied it for a long time, which made the man next to him couldn't help but interrupt: "This thing has always existed. Could it be a disease?" "
The doctor then stopped working and kept saying, "It doesn't look like a disease, it doesn't look like a disease." But since you're checking, you have to be more careful. "
The doctor's words, when they reached my ears, seemed to become something like this: "Since your wife's vagina is already exposed in front of me, I should appreciate it. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. Only the doctor knows what he thinks.
At first glance, the doctor seems to be very responsible towards his friend, and he treats her so carefully because she is his friend's wife. But upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the doctor has other thoughts. Maybe he is thinking that precisely because she is his friend's wife, he has to treat her more carefully. The meanings of "only" and "more" are very different. Think about it, only by treating her carefully can you treat her carefully and for a long time. This creates an opportunity to include some unnecessary superfluous movements, especially those that are obviously stimulating to women.
I think the doctor's action of cleaning the woman's clitoris was a bit excessive. I saw the doctor peeling open the woman's labia with his left hand, and pulling back the clitoral foreskin with his fingers to fully expose the woman's tender red clitoris as big as a soybean. He used a wet cotton ball with his right hand to circle the clitoris, then threw away the pliers, pinched a clean cotton ball with his hand, and kept wiping it directly on the clitoris, and rubbed faster and faster until the woman couldn't help but moan, and then he stopped reluctantly. In order to cover it up, he explained to the couple while playing with it: "This place is the most difficult to clean. Not to mention the surgery now, you have to pay special attention to it in your daily life. "
After finishing the cleaning of the vulva, the doctor put a reflector with a round hole in the middle on his head, adjusted the spotlight in front of the examination table, turned on another spotlight on the side of the examination table, and adjusted the position and angle in the same way. He went to the sink to wash his hands, dried them, opened a cloth bag that had just been placed on the shelf, picked up a pair of latex gloves, crossed them and put them on one by one, took out a rectangular sheet from the bag, shook it open, and there was a round hole with a diameter of about ten centimeters in the middle. The doctor lifted the two corners of the sheet and covered the woman with it.
I don't know if it was because the sheet was covered too low or for some other reason, but it slipped down between the woman's legs and fell into the waste bucket in front of the examination table. The doctor hurriedly picked it up again, and the sheet was already stained with a lot of dirt.
"Ah, the more careful you are, the more mistakes you make. "The doctor threw away the dirty sheets, turned around and went back to the cabinet where the medical supplies were placed to take a look: "Don't you think it's a coincidence that it's gone? "
The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay. Just be careful later." "He sat back down in front of the examination table and continued the operation. He used the two remaining small sheets in the bag to cover the woman's legs respectively. The woman's vagina and abdomen were still exposed. The doctor picked up a stainless steel speculum and whispered, "Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous. "
I don't know whether he was talking to the woman, her husband, or even himself. It's normal to feel guilty when he plays with his wife in front of his friends under the guise of a gynecologist.
The doctor spread the woman's labia with his left hand, held the handle of the speculum with four fingers of his right hand, pressed the back end of the duckbill with his thumb, found the entrance to the vagina, and pushed the speculum horizontally into the woman's vagina, very slowly. The duckbill slid into the woman's vagina little by little, and the woman's vulva changed shape little by little. When the entire duckbill was pressed into the woman's vagina, her mons pubis rose up. As the labia had been stretched open, the clitoris at the top of the vulva, which was usually covered by the labia, was exposed.
The doctor slowly rotates the speculum handle downward toward the vulva until the handle is completely downward. As the speculum rotates, the woman's mons pubis gradually collapses, and her labia continue to pull apart, finally becoming like a grinning mouth. The already exposed clitoris is now hidden behind the stainless steel flange at the rear end of the duckbill.
The doctor slowly tightens the handle of the speculum with his right hand, loosens the woman's labia with his left hand, and rotates the fixing nut on the handle. As the doctor moved, the woman's vulva gradually opened, and finally became a large round hole with a diameter of five or six centimeters.
The doctor leaned over and approached the woman's vulva. He adjusted the handle of the speculum with one hand and supported the reflector on the head with the other hand so that the light from the side of the examination table could be reflected through the reflector into the deep of the woman's vagina. He carefully observed the situation inside the woman's vagina through the small round hole in the middle of the reflector. Thanks to the reflector, the woman's vagina is illuminated very brightly. I can clearly see the tender red mucous membrane, milky white secretions, and the cervix that moves slightly from time to time. Of course, the doctor sees it more clearly than I do.
The doctor kept fiddling with the speculum in his hand, constantly adjusting its direction, and looking very carefully, as if he were a collector appreciating a fine work of art.
"Found it. That's it. Fortunately, there is no change, it is still that big. However, you'd better be careful with polyps. It's better to remove them as soon as possible. Otherwise, once they turn malignant, it may be a matter of life and death. "The doctor had seen enough, raised his head from the woman's vagina, and explained the condition to the couple. It turned out that the woman had a polyp in her vagina, and this time she came to her gynecologist friend for treatment.
From the doctor's words, it can be heard that this was not the first time that the woman had let their doctor friend see her vagina. Being a gynecologist is a great job because you can see the vagina of your friend's wife at will. I really regret not studying medicine. Otherwise, I would be able to see dozens of women's vaginas every day, and I would have to watch them secretly in the dark and in fear.
The doctor took out a cotton ball from the jar, this time to clean the inside of the woman's vagina.
First, he used pliers to clamp a large ball of dry cotton and stuffed it into the woman's vagina to stir it. After stirring it a few times, the cotton that was clamped out was covered with secretions from the woman's vagina. He changed another ball of cotton and inserted it into the vagina to stir it. He changed three or four balls of cotton and wiped the secretions in the woman's vagina clean. He then used a wet cotton ball soaked in some medicine to insert it into the vagina and wipe it repeatedly. After wiping several times, he clamped a small ball of dry cotton and carefully inserted it into the woman's vagina. He carefully stuffed it into the depression in the middle of the cervix. After stuffing it in, he pushed it twice with the pliers and stuffed the cotton a little deeper into the small hole at the opening of the uterus.
It is probably to temporarily block the woman's secretions in the uterus to prevent them from flowing out and affecting the operation. After blocking the cervix, a cotton swab dipped in iodine is inserted into the woman's vagina to apply a large area. The vaginal mucosa turns yellow where it is applied, which is probably where vaginal polyps grow.
The doctor picked up a can, pointed it at the woman's vagina, pressed a button, and a burst of spray rushed straight into the deep of the woman's vagina. The doctor moved the sprinkler back a little and sprayed the woman's vulva and surrounding area again.
Everything was ready, and the doctor said to the woman, "I'm going to start." Don't be afraid, I have already sprayed you with anesthetic. It hurts a little, but it's over soon. "And he called the woman's husband over to hold her up.
After a while, the doctor poked the woman's vaginal mucosa with forceps and asked: "Does it hurt?" "
"It doesn't hurt much. "
"This is the only way. The surface spray anesthetic has only this effect. Most people don't need anesthesia for polypectomy. "
The doctor turned on a machine, pulled out a soldering iron-like object with a tube, inserted it into the woman's vagina, and murmured: "Don't move. Do not move. It will be ready soon. "
Wisps of smoke came out of the woman's vagina. The doctor pulled out the iron, picked up the forceps, inserted them into the vagina, shook it violently, and clamped out a small piece of bloody flesh.
With a "clang" sound, he threw the pliers into the tray, picked up the soldering iron and inserted it into the vagina again, and smoke came out of the vulva again.
"Okay." "The doctor put down the soldering iron, inserted a piece of cotton into the vagina and pressed it, took it out with a little blood, threw it away, then inserted a large cotton ball into the woman's vagina, and then loosened the fixing nut of the speculum a little. The woman's vulva immediately became much smaller. The doctor holds the handle and slowly pulls the speculum out of the woman's vagina.
"Okay, it will be a little painful at night, like burning, and there may be a small amount of bleeding. I'll prescribe some medicine to reduce the inflammation and you'll be fine tomorrow. I put some cotton wool in your vagina. Remember to take it out tomorrow. You don't need to use pliers to remove it, just hook it out with your fingers. If the pain or bleeding is still there tomorrow, come back to me. By the way, did you bring your menstrual belt? I need to use it. It can both stop bleeding and prevent infection. No sexual intercourse for two weeks. Big brother, you have to be patient. "The doctor started laughing as he spoke.
With the help of her husband, the woman frowned and climbed down the examination table with difficulty. She took out a menstrual belt from her bag. The menstrual belt was padded with toilet paper. Her husband reached behind her skirt to help her fasten her bra while she fastened the menstrual belt. The woman's vagina was hidden so I couldn't see it. The woman put her underwear back on and the treatment was over.
Throughout the entire treatment process, the doctor was very happy, chatting, joking, and making small movements all the way. The same was not the case with the patient couple. During the entire process, the woman lay on the examination table, looking neither at the doctor nor her husband, and basically kept her eyes squinted. Even if she occasionally opened her eyes, she just stared at the ceiling.
It can be imagined that a woman, who has her most private part of her vagina repeatedly viewed and touched by another familiar man in the presence of her husband, must feel extremely shy.
During the treatment, the husband felt a different feeling. His wife's vagina was originally his exclusive property, but now she voluntarily offered it to him for his buddy to see and touch as much as he wanted. What secrets could she keep in front of him in the future?
While the doctor was treating his wife, he showed signs of irritability from time to time. He kept walking around the room, rubbing his hands, and then reaching into his clothes to scratch his itch. He was rarely quiet for a while.
Why bother, I wonder? Vaginal polyps are not a serious problem. They can be cured thoroughly through normal channels by finding an ordinary female doctor. Why should you expose your wife to your friends like an exhibit? |
