Simultaneously stimulated from top to bottom, Zhao Qing slightly regretted not choosing her day off.
Then she wouldn’t have to worry about work the next day.
When they were at a halfway point, neither advancing nor retreating, Zhang Hao reminded her that if she didn’t leave for work now, she would be late.
Zhao Qing moaned twice, harboring a hint of resentnt in her heart.
"Knowing full well that there wasn’t enough ti in the morning, you still aroused , leaving in this unsatisfied state. I’m going to be uncomfortable for the rest of the day."
On the way to work, Zhao Qing gave Zhang Hao the cold shoulder, all because she had not been satisfied that morning.
However, once she threw herself into her work, Zhao Qing’s capabilities were still praiseworthy.
For so reason, today there was no shortage of patients visiting the Traditional Chinese dicine departnt.
It was already lunchti, and there were still three patients waiting outside.
Motivated by the noble pursuit of healing the sick, Doctor Zhang simply skipped lunch.
Zhao Qing also helped out on an empty stomach, and by the ti they were both free to go to the canteen, it was already cleaned out.
"I’ll order takeout, going out to eat would waste too much ti."
No sooner had Zhao Qing finished speaking than another patient ca in, asking if she could get a massage.
Traditional Chinese dicine is not massage therapy. Zhao Qing wondered if this woman was serious, treating the TCM departnt as if it were a beauty parlor, expecting a massage—it was wishful thinking.
Before Zhang Hao could speak, she stepped forward and said, "Sorry, this is a hospital."
"Not a beauty parlor. If you’re feeling unwell, you should register first."
The woman pointed at her chest and said, "Recently, for the past few days, this area has been feeling incredibly swollen."
"I consulted with the hospital’s information desk, and they directed here, to a Doctor Zhang, who they said could help resolve my issue."
Zhao Qing’s eyebrows tightened as she looked at Zhang Hao, "Then I’ll go get ready first."
The woman sat down, describing her recent sensations, feeling as if the two mounds on her chest had inflated and were about to burst.
She had tried kneading them herself, but the sensation wasn’t pleasant, and she was worried that she might be ill.
She wanted to get a check-up at the hospital; other tests also proved that she was quite fine.
"Have you had any children, breastfed?" Doctor Zhang inquired.
The woman shook her head, "I’ve been married for just half a year. We’re not planning on having kids yet. You don’t think I’m clogged with milk, do you?"
Zhang Hao bowed his head in silence, pondering over the conditions the female patient might be facing.
Zhao Qing’s voice ca from the procedure room, indicating everything was ready.
Doctor Zhang imdiately stood up and asked the female patient to follow him in.
Upon entering, he found Zhao Qing already dressed for the procedures.
But this ti, Doctor Zhang didn’t ask for her assistance. Instead, he asked her to step out,
and he advised her to have any other patients who ca by wait outside.
Zhao Qing cast a doubtful look at Doctor Zhang, sensing an ambiguous atmosphere in the procedure room.
But he was the chief physician, and she was just a nurse; she couldn’t defy the orders of the chief physician.
As Zhao Qing left the procedure room, she heard the woman’s moaning sounds from within.
Those sounds were too reminiscent of the noises made during sex. Doctor Zhang lifted the woman’s top.
The woman was wearing a silk bra inside that tightly enclosed her fullness.
However, Doctor Zhang needed her to take off everything.
"Doctor, are you treating , or..."
"You asked for a massage, right? You don’t expect to do it over your clothes, do you?"
The woman’s face turned red, thinking that what Doctor Zhang said made sense. So she stood up and unfastened her bra.
With the bra off, the two soft mounds were imdiately exposed to the air.
Doctor Zhang’s technique was gentle and his pressure just right.
At first, the woman was a bit nervous. She had been married for half a year, having only been intimate with her boyfriend before marriage.
She had never exposed her body to another man.
Now, to her own surprise, she was at the hospital because of swelling discomfort, seeking a male doctor’s touch.
She wondered what her husband would think if he knew about this.
But she didn’t regret it one bit, she wasn’t there to find a lover.
If Doctor Zhang could alleviate so of her pain, why not be happy about it?
Zhang Hao gently massaged that soft area and did not touch the two red spots.
However, as Zhang Hao’s technique changed, the initially sagging spots beca erect almost without her noticing.
Still, Zhang Hao didn’t touch them.
After a good while, the woman suddenly felt that the swelling was less noticeable.
After she reported this to Zhang Hao, he knew he had treated her correctly.
Forty minutes passed, and by the end, the woman’s breathing started to grow heavy.
When the ti was up, Zhang Hao stopped his movents, and the woman was clearly taken aback.
From her expression, it was evident she hadn’t felt satisfied, but the treatnt duration had co to an end.
Continuing any longer would not have improved the results.
The woman reluctantly got off the examination bed and dressed herself.
"I’ll prescribe you so blood-activating and stasis-removing dicine, rember to take it when you get ho. If you still feel discomfort, co back to the hospital to see ."
"It’s not a major issue, and, in addition, when you’re doing ’that thing’ with your husband, let him help you rub it a bit more."
The woman’s face flushed red, thinking how could one bring up what a couple does behind closed doors.
Yet, this female patient thanked Zhang Hao for his reminder.
After the female patient left, Zhao Qing approached Zhang Hao.
"Are you taking advantage of her because she is pretty?"
"That woman yesterday had such big breasts, and today’s isn’t small either. I didn’t expect you to be into that."
Zhang Hao chuckled and said, "You’re overthinking it, I’m a doctor, not a hooligan."
Zhao Qing felt that Zhang Hao’s words were just a pretense of decency.
Taking advantage of a mont when there were no patients, Zhao Qing hurried to the restroom.
By the ti she returned, Zhang Hao was in the treatnt room again.
A delicate voice echoed from within the treatnt room.
"Oh, Doctor Zhang, be gentle. You’re hurting , ow, it hurts so much."
"Doctor Zhang, your hands are really amazing, it feels so good."
Hearing the woman’s words, Zhao Qing couldn’t help clenching her fists.
She wanted to push the door open but thought better of it in the end.
Why bother, when a complaint from the patient could just lead to another reprimand from the leadership?
About an hour passed, and the door to the treatnt room opened again. The woman ca out with a flushed face,
her eyes seemingly hooked onto Zhang Hao.
"Doctor Zhang, next ti I need you, I’ll call you, and then I’ll co again. I will also recomnd you to my friends."
Zhang Hao, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, said, "Co back to if you feel unwell, this isn’t that kind of place."
The woman giggled, waved her hand, and left the office.
Seeing this, Zhao Qing walked up and heavily smacked Zhang Hao on the buttocks.
"I’m just gone for a mont to the restroom, and you start fooling around with another female patient. Have you beco a playboy lately?"
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