Yu Mobai watched as the taxi carrying Yu Xinran disappeared from sight, then turned and returned to the hospital.
There was something he needed to confirm.
Back in the consultation room, it was the same specialist as before.
When the expert saw Yu Mobai return, he smiled and asked, "Young man, is there anything else? We'll have to wait for tomorrow's test results to know the full extent of your illness. Just relax and eat and drink as usual."
"Doctor, if you put it that way, I really can't eat anymore."
Yu Mobai joked, "That doesn't sound like something you'd say to a healthy person."
"Hehe, what brings you back?" the expert asked.
"I have a question: Is it normal for a girl with swollen face to go to the gynecologist?"
"Well... I'm not a gynecologist, so I don't know the specifics."
The expert was taken aback. It was like asking a basketball player how to play football well.
How the hell am I supposed to answer that?
"Oh, I thought you knew. I'll come back tomorrow when I get the results."
Yu Mobai turned to leave.
After a pause, the expert asked again, "You mean that girl from earlier?"
"hold head high."
Yu Mobai nodded, "The girl who came with me."
"I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. I don't think that girl's face is swollen."
In other words, doctors at this stage still have medical ethics and will answer your questions.
It will be more than ten years from now, and you'll need to make another appointment with a doctor before they'll answer your question.
"No swelling?"
Yu Mobai's eyes flickered as he thanked him and left.
He noticed something was wrong with Yu Xinran early in the morning.
If this isn't discovered, it will damage his reputation as a scumbag.
Her saying "one should not speak while eating or sleeping" was already wrong from the moment she started eating breakfast.
Then there was her tone and attitude when she spoke, and then there was her insistence on going for a gynecological exam today.
All of this seems to suggest that something happened between them last night.
But he couldn't remember anything.
I can't say I can't remember anything at all; there are still some fragments.
He is now trying to determine whether this fragment is a dream or something that actually happened.
The ointment Yu Xinran brought was indeed for reducing swelling, but it didn't specify where to apply it, which made things a bit complicated.
Even if he goes to an obstetrician-gynecologist, he probably won't get any information.
Most doctors nowadays have pretty good medical ethics, with a few exceptions.
Back in the car, Yu Mobai sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
If you really sleep with someone, you can't just pretend you don't know anything.
Most importantly, his abdominal muscles are really sore today.
This already proves a lot.
But Yu Xinran's home is very clean.
There wasn't a single stain on the sheets, and the sofa was clean too.
Where is the battlefield?
On the table?
On the stool?
In the bathroom?
On the toilet?
On the windowsill?
Or... just on the ground?
After thinking for a moment, he stepped on the gas.
Half an hour later, he arrived at Yu Xinran's house again and knocked on the door.
What brings you here?
After a while, Yu Xinran pushed open the door with her hair disheveled. She wore a simple pink nightgown and only a pair of silk shorts on her lower body, revealing her long, fair legs and even a bit of the edge of her black lace underwear.
Even without makeup, she's more than a match for the average girl. "Didn't you say you had something to do?"
"The matter is settled."
Yu Mobai looked at her with a grin. He had been in a much better mood since he learned that he might not be sick. He carried the packed food in his hand and said, "I came here specifically to thank you. Thank you for taking care of me last night."
Yu Xinran cleverly concealed her expression by flipping her hair. She pushed open the door and said, "Come in, the slippers are in the shoe cabinet."
Yu Mobai put the food on the table and happened to see the ointment that Yu Xinran had just applied. He stared at her face and said, "You applied ointment? I can't see it on your face."
"It was absorbed long ago."
Yu Xinran glared at him. "Mr. Yu, don't touch other people's things without permission. Don't you have any manners?"
"Don't you know whether I'm alive or not?"
Yu Xinran was very angry at Yu Mobai's playful expression. She walked in front of Yu Mobai and deliberately stepped on her foot, saying, "Stop grinning like that, I'm not in the mood."
"What's wrong?"
Yu Mobai raised an eyebrow, "You've really gotten your period?"
"Get lost, you scumbag!"
Yu Xinran leaned back on the sofa, randomly changing channels with the remote control.
The person involved last night was right next to her, and even though she was mentally prepared, she still felt flustered.
"I forgot something, wait for me to get it."
Yu Mobai ran downstairs and came running back up a short while later. "I drank too much yesterday, so I'll have some more to sober up today."
Let it seep through a little more?
Is it the stomach that's leaking... or the person?
Yu Xinran's delicate eyebrows arched unconsciously, her eyes darting around.
She started to get nervous.
This guy, he's not going to remember, is he?
She sat down on the sofa, intending to get away from Yu Mobai.
With her long legs crossed, she wouldn't bump into anything and wouldn't feel any pain.
Then she picked up a cushion from the side and placed it on her lap, her gaze constantly drifting towards Yu Mobai, trying to see what he really meant.
However, Yu Mobai was busy at the dining table, leaving him only with his back to the table.
Soon the food was laid out, and Yu Mobai invited Yu Xinran to eat.
"I have no appetite, you eat it yourself."
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