This matched what I'd found online, but how exactly should it be drained?

Just as I was about to ask, there was a sudden urgent knock at the door, startling me into hastily pulling my clothes back on.

It sounded like a student wanting to borrow something.

I instinctively held my breath, terrified someone might discover me lying here disheveled.

Ian's kneading had left my chest quite wet, and my hurried attempt to cover up left noticeable marks on my clothes.

Then, I heard Ian lock the door before pulling the curtain open again.

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern, noticing my unease.

Faced with his handsome features, I felt shy again. "Doctor, could you step out for a moment? I need to express some milk, otherwise..."

Seeing my embarrassment, he nodded.

As Ian closed the curtain, I realized I didn't know where to start.

I'd come straight here after showering, thinking it would be quick, and hadn't prepared anything.

There was nothing to collect the milk in, and the bed was new - I didn't want to soil it.

"Doctor, do you have a disposable cup?" I hesitantly asked Ian for help.

His hand quickly appeared from outside the curtain, holding a paper cup.

Misjudging the distance, his long-fingered hand reached too far, directly bumping my bare breast.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. White milk immediately leaked out, dripping onto his hand.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward, the silence amplifying my cry.

I could even hear Ian's heavy breathing.

To break the tension, I took the cup and leaned forward to squeeze, but misjudged my strength and winced in pain.

After a moment of silence, Ian suddenly asked through the curtain, "Have you had your milk tested?"

I looked up, confused. "No."

"It might be hyperprolactinemia causing severe galactorrhea. If not expressed regularly, it could lead to amenorrhea and infertility in the future."

"Is... is it that serious?" I was startled.

Until now, I'd been too embarrassed to tell anyone or get checked at a hospital, hoping it would go away on its own. If it hadn't become unbearable these past few days, I wouldn't have come to the campus clinic. Hearing his serious explanation suddenly made me panic.

Before I could process this, Ian suddenly pulled open the curtain. "I have an idea."