When I was 27, I found a lump in my testicle, and I had to go to hospital to get a scrotal ultrasound. There were two people in the room at the beginning, as I stripped out of pants and underwear (back when I still wore underwear, ha).
As the scrotal ultrasound proceeded, a group of medical students arrived and were invited in to observe my scrotal ultrasound! Yes, this was a teaching hospital, and I had signed a paper acknowledging that, although I would not have objected anyway bc I like being nude and being observed nude. I was a little fluffed up but overall fine with the observation. It is an odd experience to see a bunch of med students with their eyes glued to my balls while a technician scrolled the ultrasound reader all over my scrotum.
There was definitely a lump of indeterminable origin, and I had to get my right testicle removed. I remember the guy who came into shave me before surgery. He literally shaved half of me, the right half, as if there were a line running up and down my body, bisecting it. He was not gentle, manhandling my junk, and not in a good way! But it was private, not observed by anyone.
I asked for, and received, a silicon testicle so that I would look normal (this was important to me when I was 27, but I wouldnt make the same decision now). The lump was benign, so I escaped the danger of testicular cancer and I was fine thereafter.

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