Grace Carter rarely showed a hint of a smile. As the dean, she had enough tolerance—not worth getting angry at an intern, even if she was upset. What really bothered her was Linda Foster; it was just a minor incident, so why make such a big deal of accompanying the intern? Did she really seem that petty? Grace Carter waved her hand: “To recognize and correct your mistakes is a great virtue. Make sure to listen carefully in the future!”

Brian Bolton nodded. Now, he spoke as little as possible. Although the other party was speaking Chinese, compared to his own past speech, it always seemed to lack a certain scholarly elegance.

Grace Carter glanced at the badge on his chest: “Ryan Bolton? From Jiangcheng Health School?”

A skinny, dark-skinned girl with a ponytail walked over: “Dean Carter, we’re in the same group, rotating in gynecology this month!” The girl’s name was Megan Clark, from Jiangcheng Medical University, and she was also Ryan Bolton’s intern group leader at the county hospital. The group had six members in total; except for Megan Clark, the other five were all five-year undergraduates from Jiangcheng Medical University. Although Ryan Bolton also studied clinical medicine for five years, he started from junior high, so after graduation he was only a junior college graduate. In the medical field, which values academic credentials, junior college graduates clearly had little future, so the other group members rarely paid him any attention.

At this moment, a stunning woman in a tight red outfit walked into the gynecology department. Her curly hair was dyed burgundy and lazily draped over her shoulders. Her legs were long and slender, and she wore a pair of silver high heels at least seven centimeters tall. As she walked, her hips and chest swayed seductively.

Linda Foster took the opportunity to excuse herself: “Dean Carter, you’re busy, I’ll be going now!”

Grace Carter nodded absentmindedly.

Before leaving, Linda Foster winked at Brian Bolton, signaling him to behave. Brian Bolton wanted to leave with her, but then he heard Grace Carter’s indifferent voice: “Ryan Bolton, come over and help take the patient’s history!”

Brian Bolton was momentarily stunned. Now, he was gradually accepting the new role he was playing. He nodded and sat down at the table across from Grace Carter, sneaking a glance at the patient out of the corner of his eye. A woman dressed like this—how provocative! Even the songstresses at Liuxiang Courtyard wouldn’t dare dress so boldly. Fortunately, Brian Bolton had already experienced so many surprises today that he was somewhat numb.

The young woman glanced at Ryan Bolton and then at Grace Carter, a faint blush appearing on her delicate face. With five male students present, this was her first time experiencing such a medical consultation.

Grace Carter smiled lightly: “No need to worry, we’re just taking your medical history.”

Megan Clark pushed the medical record in front of Ryan Bolton. On the cover it read: Emily Smith, female, 23 years old, unmarried, self-employed.

Ryan Bolton opened the medical record and looked at Grace Carter, who encouraged him: “Ask boldly! Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Ryan Bolton cleared his throat: “Miss, what discomfort are you experiencing?”

It was truly a shocking question. Grace Carter looked at the boy helplessly, cursing him inwardly for being pretentious, while several classmates struggled to hold back their laughter.

Emily Smith bit her lower lip, her long, curled black eyelashes trembling. Knowing that Ryan Bolton was an intern, she didn’t think much of it: “I... when I’m with my boyfriend... during that... I always bleed...”

Ryan Bolton was completely confused and asked seriously, “Miss, forgive my ignorance, during what with your boyfriend?”

Seeing Ryan Bolton’s puzzled look, Emily Smith understood—this kid was probably a virgin, not even understanding this sentence. She couldn’t help but laugh, her face flushing as she explained, “I mean, when we have sex...”

“Have sex?” Ryan Bolton’s eyes widened. He knew about working, about cooking, but he had never heard of “having sex.”

Among the five interns, one of the boys couldn’t take it anymore. Blushing, he hunched over and walked out.

Grace Carter wasn’t surprised by the intern’s reaction. Most of the boys who had just started their gynecology rotation couldn’t control their hormone levels. Hearing even slightly suggestive words would set their imaginations running wild. This kid must have had a physical reaction and left to avoid embarrassment.

Emily Smith was clearly a modern woman. Ryan Bolton’s repetition didn’t embarrass her at all. She patiently explained, “That is... um... intercourse...”

Ryan Bolton finally understood what Emily Smith meant and nodded: “So it’s intercourse!” He couldn’t help but glance again at the cover of the medical record, where “unmarried” was written clearly. He sighed inwardly—how licentious! Not even married and already doing such indecent things, and shamelessly coming for a consultation. The world was truly going downhill. He composed himself and continued, “May I ask, miss, when did you first experience bleeding during intercourse with your husband?”

Emily Smith was a bit unnerved by this boy’s awkward question, her eyes widening: “The first time? I think it was when I was sixteen...” As soon as she said it, she realized and blushed, scolding, “Do you even know how to take a medical history? Are you out of your mind?”

Sixteen! Another boy hunched over, clutching the hem of his white coat, and walked out. Damn, this wasn’t a medical history interview—it was practically a live-action adult film.