"...All set!"
About a minute or two passed before Phoenix's somewhat embarrassed voice came from behind Qin Yu.
"Oh...."
Qin Yu's reaction was quite calm.
Phoenix was very beautiful, but she was now a patient, and he was the doctor; it wasn't possible for him to develop any romantic interest in her.
Unless he was tired of living.
Moreover, he was no longer a virgin, having seen his fair share of women's bodies, and gradually he no longer felt the thrill he once did.
It seems there was some truth to the saying that male gynecologists aren't that reliable.
He felt by now that he had developed an immunity to the bodies of beautiful women.
After turning around, he saw that Phoenix was already lying flat on the sickbed.
Her inner clothing was, indeed, quite different from that of modern urban women.
Everyone has seen costume dramas; the chest wrap was akin to a bellyband, and the underpants were somewhat like men's boxer briefs.