Grace Carter couldn't take it anymore. A nursing school student is still a nursing school student—their professional skills are just too lacking. If she let him keep asking questions, it would be a huge embarrassment. She coughed and said, “Megan Clark, you ask the questions. Ryan Bolton, you take notes!”

Ryan Bolton breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the questioning. Megan Clark was clearly much more experienced than he was, and Emily Smith was also more comfortable being questioned by a female. However, Ryan Bolton now faced a brand new challenge: it was his first time using a dip pen. He still held it the way he used to hold a calligraphy brush, but he adapted quickly and soon figured out the knack of writing with it. His pen moved swiftly and confidently as he recorded the Q&A between Megan Clark and Emily Smith.

When Megan Clark finished her questions, Ryan Bolton had already filled two whole pages.

Grace Carter reached out and took the medical record. Her previously calm and expressionless face suddenly changed.

Ryan Bolton felt a bit smug inside. After all, the prescriptions he used to write were prized collectibles among the ladies of high society. He was quite confident in his calligraphy.

Grace Carter had to admit that the kid’s handwriting was pretty good, but according to the standards for writing medical records, what Ryan Bolton had written could be summed up in four words: completely incomprehensible. In front of the patient, she didn’t lose her temper right away. She silently tore up the two pages Ryan Bolton had written.

Ryan Bolton thought to himself, This Director Carter really knows her stuff. She must be so fond of my calligraphy that she wants to keep it for herself.

Grace Carter stood up, pointed to the gynecology exam room next door, and signaled for Emily Smith to go to the restroom to empty her bladder before entering. Then she turned to the remaining four interns and said, “I’m going to do a gynecological exam. You all come in and learn.”

Except for Ryan Bolton, the male students all blushed at the same time. Megan Clark was the first to follow her in. Ryan Bolton, always curious, found his curiosity only growing stronger after his rebirth. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his white coat and followed them in as well. The other male students, too embarrassed, didn’t enter the gynecology exam room.

When Emily Smith saw Ryan Bolton come in as well, her face turned even redder. “Director, can you ask him to leave?”

Grace Carter replied expressionlessly, “He’s an intern doctor, and you’re a patient. You’re here to see a doctor—what’s with all the fuss? Take off one pant leg and lie down on the bed!”

Emily Smith bit her lower lip. It was her first time taking off her pants in front of a young man, but her personality was fairly open. After thinking about it, she realized what they said made sense. After all, she was here to see a doctor—what was there to be embarrassed about? She turned around, facing away from Ryan Bolton, and took off one pant leg.

“Take off your underwear too!”

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was affected. Grace Carter’s perfectly normal instruction sent a jolt through Ryan Bolton’s heart.

Emily Smith finally overcame her inner shame, took off her small black triangle panties, and climbed onto the gynecological exam bed, placing her legs on the bed and lying down in the standard lithotomy position.

Ryan Bolton stared, dumbfounded, at the valley of hair between Emily Smith’s fair legs. Was he dreaming? How could this woman just undress like that? Didn’t she have any sense of shame? Suddenly, he remembered the time he delivered a baby for Emperor Yang’s concubine, and a wave of fear washed over him. Could this be a trap? Last time, Yang Guang killed him for touching his woman—was he going to meet the same fate again?

His mind was a tangled mess, but his body couldn’t help but react instinctively to what he saw. The lower half of his white coat was pushed up into an exaggerated little tent.

Megan Clark keenly noticed Ryan Bolton’s reaction and turned her blushing face away.

Grace Carter patiently explained the technique of bimanual examination. Ryan Bolton watched as her fingers disappeared into that moist pink area, his face flushing and heart pounding. Director Carter was really something—she didn’t even spare women.

After Megan Clark practiced under Director Carter’s guidance, Grace Carter turned to the deeply shocked Ryan Bolton: “Your turn. Come and feel the technique of bimanual examination!”

Ryan Bolton nodded. Since he was being so warmly invited, of course he couldn’t refuse. He reached out, but was immediately stopped by Director Carter’s cold gaze: “Don’t you know to wear gloves? Do you have any concept of sterility?”

Ryan Bolton nodded awkwardly. He had watched carefully when Megan Clark put on gloves earlier, so he managed to do it quite properly. Under Grace Carter’s guidance, he brought his index and middle fingers together and, trembling, reached toward the target. After all, he hadn’t touched a woman in over a thousand years, so it was normal to be a bit nervous.

Even through the rubber gloves, Ryan Bolton could still feel the warmth inside Emily Smith. Because she was nervous, her body involuntarily tensed up, and Ryan Bolton clearly felt the sudden increase in tightness.

“What do you feel at the cervix?”

“It’s very tight…” Ryan Bolton blurted out.

This time, not only Megan Clark, but even Grace Carter’s face turned red. She snapped, “Get out!”

Chapter 0002 Lost in the 90s

In the hallway outside the gynecology department, four male interns in white coats were squatting in a neat row. Only in this position could they best hide their embarrassment and keep their suddenly raised “altitude” from being too conspicuous.

Ryan Bolton walked out, dejected, and squatted down just like them. He was still feeling quite excited.