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He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on work, just about to record, when he heard Shasha suddenly speak, her tone carrying a hint of confusion: "Doctor, by the way, why do I have to stay in the hospital for a week? I remember a friend of mine saying that where they are, hospital check-ups only require a few hours before going home to recuperate, or at most staying for a day or two is enough; why do I have to stay for a week?" Her words stunned the doctor, and his mind couldn't help but flash back to Shasha's appearance in the operating room, his crotch having a subtle reaction.
He adjusted his glasses, trying to remain calm, his tone still steady: "Lady Shasha, you are a first-time mother, and there might be unknown conditions in your body. For the sake of safety, hospital observation is the best choice." He paused, adding: "Also, the Crown Princess has specifically instructed to give you preferential treatment, so we must use the best equipment and procedures to examine you. These check-ups accumulate, so it will take about a week." While speaking, he unobtrusively straightened his coat to cover the abnormality at his crotch, trying to conceal the inappropriate flutter.
Shasha nodded at this, but a flash of cunning flickered in her eyes, as if she had long seen through his heart. She feigned shyness and lowered her head, her slender hand gently stroking the hem of her clothes, and whispered: "Then... do we need to start checking something now?" Her voice was soft and charming, carrying a trace of testing, as if she had accidentally lit a fuse. The doctor was stunned, took a deep breath, and tried to maintain his professionalism: "Yes, I need to perform a direct check on your body to confirm the postpartum recovery."
Shasha bit her lower lip, a red flush spreading across her cheeks, and she asked coquettishly: "Body check... is it that kind of very private check?" Her tone carried a hint of shyness, her pink pupils slightly raised, like an innocent fawn, yet carrying temptation. The doctor's heart tightened, his throat bobbed involuntarily, and he replied: "Please rest assured, I have practiced medicine for many years and have rich experience, and I will not make you feel uncomfortable. Of course, if you mind, I can arrange for another doctor."
His voice was still calm, but his heart rippled. Shasha's appearance was too alluring; not only was there no haggardness in her postpartum state, but she also exuded a mature charm, like a blooming datura, deadly and alluring. He forced himself to focus, attempting to center his attention on his medical duties, but Shasha's body scent acted like invisible tentacles, wrapping around his sanity.
Shasha seemed to hesitate for a moment, then whispered: "Alright, it's just a check-up, I don't mind. Then I'll trouble you, Doctor. But... I'm a bit shy, can you ask the others to leave?" Her voice was as soft as honey, carrying a hint of acting spoiled, teasing the doctor until his heart trembled. He nodded immediately, ordering the nurses on the side to leave first. Soon, only the two of them were left in the ward.
Without Shasha noticing, the doctor took a deep breath, trying his best to appear professional: "Please undo your upper garment, I will first check your breast condition to ensure normal lactation and no diseases." His tone was official, as if deliberately reminding himself to maintain his status as a healer. Shasha untied her hospital gown as instructed, her movements gentle and slow, as if deliberately testing his bottom line. The clothing slipped down, revealing her full breasts, her nipples perky and even vaguely damp, exuding a rich milky fragrance, like blooming flowers producing nectar.
The doctor was making preparations for the check-up. When he turned around and saw this scene, his pupils shrank violently, and his breathing stopped instantly. His hands were suspended in mid-air, as if frozen by some invisible force. In the operating room, the surgical drapes had blocked most of his view, but looking directly at it now, Shasha's breasts were perfect works of art, full and perky, skin as white as solidified fat, carrying a charm that defied reason. Crucially, the color of Shasha's nipples seemed to have faded; they looked quite pink now. His heartbeat accelerated, and his penis hardened uncooperatively against his will, to the point where even the cover of his coat couldn't hide the embarrassment.
He gulped, forcing himself to calm down, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Ready to start the check-up, please relax." He reached out and touched Shasha's breasts; the soft touch felt like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout his whole body. His fingers trembled slightly, attempting to remain professional, using skillful techniques to press and check, but Shasha's skin was too smooth, sliding across his fingertips like silk, causing him to involuntarily slow his movements.
Shasha suddenly spoke, her voice soft and charming, carrying a hint of curiosity: "Doctor, by the way, how long have you been in this line of work?" Her voice was like a feather, lightly teasing his heartstrings. The doctor was stunned and replied: "Over a dozen years, I've basically poured all my energy into medicine." His tone was as calm as possible, but his fingers were involuntarily applying more force, his movements taking on a hint of unconscious exploration.
Shasha nodded, laughter shining in her eyes, and continued to ask: "Then do you have a wife and children?" The doctor paused, his tone becoming a bit heavy: "I have a wife, but no children yet." His voice carried a hint of bitterness; Shasha's question was like opening a long-sealed memory, those suppressed desires quietly waking up in her voice.
Shasha raised an eyebrow, her voice becoming even more soft and charming: "Why? You're so outstanding, you should have settled down a long time ago, right?" Her tone carried a hint of testing, as if she were deliberately digging into his heart. The doctor's fingers paused, but immediately she resumed her movements, whispering: "Too busy with work, didn't consider it for now." His response was evasive, but a ripple started in his heart. His mind flashed back to his years of cold relationship with his wife. Studying medicine had made him numb to the female body; his wife's body could no longer stir his sexual desire, and every time they made love it was like a routine, without any pleasure to speak of, let alone having children.