"Take off your top!" "Uh? Do I have to take off my clothes? I mean... do I have to take off all my clothes?" "Take off your top!" "Can... I not take it off?" "No!" "That doesn't seem right, after all... there are differences between men and women."
Chapter 1
"Take off your top!"
"What? Do I really have to take off my clothes? All of them?"
"Just the top!"
"Can't I... keep it on?"
"No, you can't!"
"This feels a bit awkward, given the circumstances."
I bit my lip, whispering as I tried to negotiate with the handsome doctor in front of me, hoping to avoid undressing.
The young, attractive doctor sat upright in his chair, hands clasped on the desk, just like a prince, exuding an air of old-world charm and aloofness.
It was just the two of us in the room, and his expressionless gaze made me feel uneasy.
"Miss, this is the breast surgery department. I need to perform an ultrasound. I'm unable to identify the affected part of your body at a glance without an X-ray."
His voice was chillingly cold, freezing the room with his words.
Feeling wronged, I lowered my head. My eyes were slightly red as I grumbled internally about why such a gentleman had to speak so harshly.
Couldn't he be more considerate? It wasn't easy for anyone to undress in front of the opposite sex for the first time. Some mental preparation was necessary!
Besides, how often did you find a breast surgeon who was a man around my age? Even though doctors were supposed to be professional, it still felt awkward and embarrassing.
Seeing that I hadn't moved, the gentlemanly doctor turned to his computer and said. "You can come back tomorrow. A female doctor will be available to see you."
My internship company had recently taken on a big project, and as an intern, I was forced to work overtime every day. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages. And I didn't have the time to come to see the doctor one more time.
"I'm... really busy with work lately and don't have time to come again."
Nervously, I looked up, accidentally meeting the doctor's cold gaze, and quickly lowered my head like an ostrich.
When I registered earlier, I vaguely remembered his name was Ayden Clarke. A quick glance at his name badge confirmed it.
After a long internal struggle, I bit my lip and blushingly asked, "Dr. Clarke, should I undress here?"
Ayden nodded coolly.
"Could you please... turn around until I'm done?"
My voice trailed off to a whisper, barely audible even to myself.
Dr. Clarke glanced at me without much expression and turned away.
Even though I knew this icy doctor wasn't the type to peek, I couldn't help but repeatedly check to ensure he wouldn't suddenly turn around.
The room was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of my clothes. As I pulled off my sweater, the sudden chill made me shiver, and goosebumps quickly formed on my skin.
When my hands reached the clasp of my bra, they were trembling so much that I couldn't undo it for a while, breaking out in a cold sweat from the anxiety.
My mind was racing. Oh, this was so embarrassing! Jenna, if you couldn't undo your bra and had to ask Ayden for help, how would you ever leave this hospital with your dignity intact?
Perhaps my humble prayers were heard, as the clasp finally came undone with a click.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, glancing at Ayden's turned back. Despite him facing away, the difference in our physiques still made me feel pressured.
Hugging my chest in embarrassment, I slowly lay down on the examination bed, resignedly closing my eyes and shakily saying, "I'm... ready!"