Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

The thoughts churned in his mind, faster and more intense than usual.

He could "see"—not with his eyes, but with his fingers.

There's something in the uterus that's not a gestational sac, not a cyst, not a fibroid, but something else entirely.

It has an irregular shape, uneven texture, and an unusually rich blood supply around it.

The blood vessels were dense and tangled, twisting and turning around that thing.

He closed his eyes and held his fingers on the girl's pulse for about ten seconds.

For those ten seconds or so, the consultation room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The girl remained motionless, her wrist stiff, and she dared not even breathe loudly.

Chen Ping released his grip and opened his eyes.

His expression remained flat, revealing nothing, but the vertical line between his eyebrows was a little deeper than usual.

He sat down in the chair, picked up the mug to drink some water, but it was empty, so he put it down again.

"Young lady, taking your pulse alone isn't enough. I need to do a palpation to determine what the problem is," Chen Ping said.

The girl paused, a look of confusion in her eyes. "Palpation...what's that?"

"Palpation is an examination using your hands. I need to press on your lower abdomen and do a gynecological exam to determine what's blocking it."

"Your pulse is not quite right. Just by looking at the pulse, I can only tell that the location is wrong, but I need to feel it to determine the specifics, strength, and nature of the pulse."

Chen Ping explained.

He then took a box of disposable gloves from the drawer, placed it on the table, and pointed to the examination bed in the corner of the examination room. "Lie down on this!"

The girl's face turned pale instantly, then flushed red.

She stepped back a little, her back pressed tightly against the chair back, her hands unconsciously clutching her collar, her eyes filled with panic and shame.

"Do...do I need to take my clothes off?"

Chen Ping nodded, his expression remaining calm. "It's necessary. But don't be nervous. I'm the doctor, and you're the patient. In my eyes, there's only the lesion, nothing else. This is a normal diagnostic procedure, just like taking blood pressure and listening to the heart and lungs; it's a doctor's job."

He picked up the box of disposable gloves, took out a pair, and placed them on the examination table. His movements were unhurried, as if he were doing something very ordinary.

"My name is Chen Ping, and I'm a doctor at the Siping Township Health Center. I graduated from medical school with a combined bachelor's and master's degree, and my medical license number is displayed on the wall. You've probably heard of me since you came to the health center for treatment. We all have medical ethics, so you don't need to have any concerns."

Chen Ping tried to comfort the girl in a calm tone, as he was afraid she would mistake him for a pervert.

When Chen Ping was at the city's central hospital, he had seen many male gynecologists being beaten, all because of misunderstandings.

The girl looked at him, at his calm eyes, at the banner on the wall that read "Miraculous Healing Hands," and at the neatly stacked medical records on the consultation table. The redness on her face slowly faded a little, but it was still quite red.

She bit her lip until it turned white, then loosened it and bit it again.

My fingers twisted around the hem of my clothes several times before finally loosening.

"good……"

Her legs felt a little weak when she stood up, and she had to hold onto the back of the chair to steady herself.

Chen Ping stood up, walked over, and pulled back the curtain next to the examination bed.

The curtain is light blue and hangs on the sliding rail. When pulled up, it divides the examination bed into a separate small space.

A clean white sheet was laid on the examination bed, and a disinfectant wipe was folded at the head of the bed.

Chen Ping drew the curtain, turned his back to the examination bed, and began to wash his hands.

The tap water was gushing out. He squeezed out some disinfectant, rubbed his palms and the backs of his hands, and rubbed between his fingers and fingertips. His movements were neither fast nor slow, just like before each of his usual consultations.

After washing his hands, he dried them with a tissue, picked up the disposable gloves from the table, tore open the packaging, and put them on.

The gloves were very thin, almost transparent, and they fit tightly on his hands.

"Take off your pants, lie down on the examination table, spread your legs, and bend your knees."

He said this with his back to the curtain, so that the girl could relax a bit.

A rustling sound came from inside the curtain.

The sound of clothes rubbing together, the sound of a zipper being pulled open, and then the sound of a girl climbing onto the examination bed.

She moved very slowly, each movement filled with hesitation and tension, causing the examination bed to creak under her weight.

"Are you done?"

"Should I take off my shirt?"

"No need to take them off, just take off your pants and lie down."

Chen Ping turned and walked behind the curtain.

The light inside the curtains was dimmer than outside. The light blue curtains filtered the fluorescent light into a soft blue hue, which shone on the white sheets, making them look very clean.

The girl took off her pants and lay down on the examination bed with her knees bent.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, as if she were subconsciously protecting something, her whole body was taut, like a fully drawn bowstring.

She turned her face to the side, facing the wall, not daring to look at Chen Ping. Her ears were bright red, almost transparent.

Chen Ping sat down next to the examination bed and pulled the instrument tray toward himself.

There were several items on the plate: sterile cotton swabs, a disposable vaginal speculum, and a small bottle of iodine solution for disinfection.

He glanced at the girl's tense body and said softly, "Relax, take a deep breath. The more tense you are, the more uncomfortable you'll feel. Just like when you're sleeping, spread your legs and relax."

The girl took a deep breath, exhaled, and then took another deep breath.

Her legs slowly parted a little, just a tiny bit, and then froze again.

"I...I'm scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"pain……"

"It won't hurt, just a little uncomfortable. I'll be very gentle, so if you cooperate, it'll be over quickly."

The girl bit her lip, closed her eyes, turned her face to the wall, and slowly spread her legs apart.

Chen Ping arranged the items in the instrument tray, lowered his head, and began the examination.

His movements were very gentle. He first pressed his fingers against the outside of his lower abdomen, asking as he did so, "Does it hurt here? Is it bloated here?"

The girl's voice trembled as she answered each question with a single sentence: "It doesn't hurt," "It's a little swollen," "There...it aches there."

Chen Ping moved his finger to a different spot, pressed again, and asked, "Here?"

The girl frowned suddenly, her body involuntarily shrinking back, and she said, "It hurts a little."

Chen Ping reduced the pressure on his fingers and pressed the surrounding tissue, getting a general idea of ​​what was going on.

After finishing the external examination, he withdrew his hand and picked up the vaginal speculum from the instrument tray.

It was made of stainless steel and gleamed coldly under the light. He warmed it with his palm beforehand to keep it from getting too cold.

"It might be a little uncomfortable during the internal examination, but just bear with it, it will be over soon."

The girl didn't say anything, but her whole body tensed up even more, and her toes curled up awkwardly.