When I got back, I felt completely drained. I didn't even go to the toilet. After realizing what had happened, I went back to the toilet.
He doesn't know if it's scabbed over or what, but there's always a strange, gritty feeling on his back, like something growing there.
Fang Rong was startled, fearing that something had broken down behind her, and quickly took off her underwear to check herself in the mirror.
Because the lighting was dim, and it happened to be the lower half of the body.
There was a shadow, so he couldn't see the buttocks, and therefore he didn't see anything clearly.
Fang Rong was a little anxious. Could she have gotten sick?
I've heard that syphilis and similar conditions cause small bumps.
He was completely at ease and wanted to see it no matter what, but he couldn't see it himself.
However, there is still one person who can see this.
"Fang Hua, come over here and take a look. I feel like there are small bumps growing on my back." Since they've already done it, it's too embarrassing to go on like this. Letting him take a look won't kill him.
Fang Hua was wiping the wall when he saw that Fang Hua had woken up. He immediately squatted in the corner, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. After all, he had done something wrong and was afraid that Fang Hua would scold him.
"Okay." He dropped the rag, quickly ran over, and made Fang Rong lie face down on the sink.
Fang Rong's wounds hadn't healed yet, and this movement aggravated them, causing her legs to go weak from the pain.
Actually, if he hadn't chased after that petty thief, things might not have gotten this bad. Plus, in the sweltering heat, the wound had become infected if not treated promptly. Fang Hua could only see the outside, not the inside, so he didn't know that there were blood clots inside.
It was mainly caused by the impact. If someone punches you, you'll get a bruise. This is equivalent to being punched many times. He was punched in one spot for more than two hours. How could it not be swollen?
The intestines are so fragile; if you accidentally puncture them and get a bacterial infection, that would be truly disastrous.
It was Fang Hua's fault for not being able to stop himself the first time. He was only thinking about going faster and deeper and deeper, so he kept pushing in. At first, Fang Rong could still pull back a little, but she became numb and couldn't feel anything at all. She only felt sore back, aching waist, and leg cramps.
"It's too dark in here, we can't see clearly." He could only make out a blurry shape, and when he touched it, the texture definitely felt off. "Shall we go to the room to check?"
"That's the only way." Fang Rong was terrified and had no opinions of her own, agreeing with Fang Hua in everything.
Fang Hua helped him back to his room and had him lie on the bed and take off his underwear.
Because I applied medicine yesterday, there's a medicinal smell coming from the back of my anus. When I pried it open, it seemed like something really had grown in the middle of my anus.
“Red pimples have appeared on the outside.”
"Inside?" I always feel like something is pressing on my intestines, and I keep wanting to go to the toilet, but when I do, there's nothing there.
Fang Hua used his two thumbs to pry open the hole in the middle of his body and peered between his legs. "It's too dark to see clearly. Let me get a flashlight."
He excitedly ran to the drawer, grabbed a small flashlight, and shone it behind Fang Rong.
"How is it? What exactly happened?" He was worried about his health and didn't care about anything else. Being seen naked was not as important as his life.
“There’s a huge lump inside.” Fang Hua touched it. “It’s hard. There’s also a smaller one on the left side.”
It was because of these two lumps blocking the entrance that he always felt a downward sensation and constantly wanted to go to the toilet, but couldn't.
"It's over, it's over, I'm sick!" Fang Rong panicked. "I told you to wear a condom, but you wouldn't. Now you've killed me, haven't you? Did you do it on purpose?"
Fang Hua hugged him tightly, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. If we get sick, we'll die together."
"You wish! I haven't lived enough yet." Desperate, Fang Rong started searching online early in the morning for all sorts of information and medical records, hoping to find out what was wrong with her as soon as possible.
He asked Fang Hua to take a picture of him, and the little red dots on it looked more and more like a virus, exactly like the legendary sexually transmitted diseases.
"Why am I the only one who got it?" This doesn't make sense. Logically, if two people are having sex, they should both get sick. Why is Fang Hua perfectly fine?
It remained in its original state, limp and supported in the middle, and even seemed to stand up again after Fang Rong touched it.
Fang Rong slapped it down, saying, "All you ever think about is this. Come on, think of a solution for me."
This made him almost despair, but Fang Hua still tried calling, "Hello, instructor? Fang Rong has a sore butt..."
Fang Rong kicked him. Wasn't that just telling everyone that he was the bottom one, and that he had accidentally caused the problem?
"Hang up the phone immediately." Of all people to call, it had to be the instructor. The instructor disapproved of the two of them being all lovey-dovey and would always break them up whenever he saw them together.
"What should I do? I'm going to die." Fang Rong lay on the bed, anxiously waiting for the hospital to open.
Hospitals have dedicated online counselors to accommodate those who are too busy to go to the hospital or who are embarrassed or uncomfortable, such as someone with this injury.
But it won't be available until nine o'clock. He has already sent the photos and is just waiting for a reply.
During this process, Fang Hua once again prepared some terrible food and served it to him.
"I'm not in the mood to eat right now." He's practically dead, you know.
Despite advanced technology, many diseases still end incurable diseases, especially sexually transmitted diseases, which have the highest incidence rate and can lead to death at any time.
"I don't want to die, you must cure me." At this moment, even a word of comfort is appreciated.
Fang Hua sat on the edge of the bed, patting his chest and promising, "I will definitely cure you."
"How can you not be nervous at all? I'm about to die!" Fang Rong got angry and kicked him again, which of course aggravated her wound and hurt her.
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