My old deskmate snapped the unlit cigarette in half and tossed it into the trash can by the clinic door.
Still such a show-off. I watched his movements and turned to walk inside. He’d always been like this back in school—never paying attention in class, constantly flipping his hair, working out his muscles, or playing basketball.
Once inside, I sat down in my chair, feeling a little excited. I couldn’t help but take a few sips of cold water from my little mug to calm myself down.
Click. After entering, my old deskmate closed the door behind him.
Nice, very polite. I silently gave him points for that. Looks and manners, both top-notch.
Then he sat on the stool in front of me.
He was slightly taller than me, staring straight at me with an air of dominance, exuding an intimidating aura like he owned the place.
But I wasn’t afraid. I’d dealt with patients like this countless times. Often, their aggression was just a front, a way to disguise insecurity. The ones who seemed the most confident and fierce were usually… not.
After all, chronic prostatitis can cause issues like erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation…
I glanced at his handsome face and couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. Perhaps, back then, he hadn’t sought treatment in time…
With a slightly sympathetic look, I said, “Take off your pants.”
My old deskmate froze the moment I said that, staring at me in shock. I understood. Having to undergo a genital examination in front of someone you know is indeed awkward.
But I was a doctor—an experienced one. During exams, I never laugh, never show familiarity, never make teasing expressions. I maintain absolute professionalism!
“Ning Qingze, what are you talking about?” he said, furrowing his perfectly shaped brows.
“Where’s your medical record?” I ignored his embarrassment and avoided answering directly. What I needed now was his medical record, nothing more.
“Huh?” He continued to frown at me.
His expression reminded me of high school, back when I used to collect his incomplete homework. He always had that look—brows knitted, dark and shiny eyes, resembling a little puppy on the roadside. Suddenly, his name from those old notebooks came to mind: Qin Minggong.
Then, unexpectedly, Qin Minggong chuckled. “Taking off my pants in front of you doesn’t count as harassment, does it?”
I thought about it seriously. If that were harassment, wouldn’t my field of study be training me to professionally endure harassment?
“No, it doesn’t. I’m just giving you a routine check-up,” I said seriously.
His ears turned red. He placed his hands on his belt, unbuckled it, and pulled it out. Then, he removed his tailored suit pants and his gray underwear.
I grabbed a disinfected cotton swab and lowered my gaze to examine his organ.
The shape was good, the color normal, and slightly larger than average. All in all, my old deskmate was now a healthy man.
Just as I finished the examination and was about to step back, I noticed increased blood flow to his lower body. From what I could deduce, his arteries had fully opened, while his venous outflow and arteriovenous anastomoses had started to constrict, causing engorgement in the corpora cavernosa. In simpler terms, he was aroused.
I looked up at him. His ears were red, and his gaze was a little evasive. I cleared my throat. “Qin Minggong, your body is perfectly fine.”
“Of course, I’m fine!” he snapped, his tone tinged with embarrassment. “Did you think I was sick?”
I blinked, puzzled by his logic. After a moment of thought, I calmly replied, “Well, this is the Urology Department. It’s work hours. I’m the doctor. You… have a history.”
His face stiffened, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.
