A hospital's quiet ward becomes an unorthodox pleasure ground as a rogue doctor, with no qualms about patient-doctor boundaries, invades the privacy of unsuspecting male patients. He's not checking their temperature; he's checking their pulses in ways that make them squirm. The room fills with the sounds of zippers unzipping, and the scent of latex gloves meeting bare skin. The doctor's cold, clinical touch soon heats up, turning examinations into explicit, taboo encounters.