A man was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to oxygen, recovering from surgery.
A young student nurse came in to give him a partial sponge bath.
Through the mask, he mumbled, “Nurse… are my testicles black?”
The nurse froze—flustered. “Sir, I’m only assigned to clean your upper body and feet,” she said softly.
But the man insisted again, “Please… can you check? Are my testicles black?”
Worried his anxiety might affect his recovery, she hesitated—but decided to help. Gently, she pulled back the covers, lifted his gown, and carefully examined everything.
After a thorough check, she said kindly, “Sir, everything looks perfectly normal. No signs of anything wrong.”
The man slowly lifted his oxygen mask, gave a weak grin, and said:
“Thanks… but I was just asking—are my test results back?”
