Chapter 72: Ye Ran: “I’m Sick,” “Seriously Sick”
The next day, in the Andrology consultation room of Jing City Hospital:
The doctor had just arrived and poured himself a cup of steaming hot water. Feeling the warmth through the cup’s walls, he briefly organized his desk and pressed the call button. He then leaned against the chair’s back, waiting for the first patient to enter.
Not long after, the door was gently pushed open, and a young man walked in.
He was wearing a grey tracksuit and a pair of sunglasses, looking as if he had dressed that way specifically to avoid being recognized.
The doctor saw many people like this.
More than half of the patients who came to his department had this kind of mentality. After all, they were all men; who would want others to know they weren’t capable?
The doctor pointed to the chair opposite him and spoke gently, “Sit down.”
The young man sat in the chair opposite the doctor and handed over his registration slip.
The doctor took it, scanned the QR code on the machine next to the computer, and looked at his information.
“Ye Ran, what’s making you feel unwell?”
Ye Ran’s voice was somewhat muffled. “I’m sick.”
“Seriously sick.”
The doctor: “…”
The expression behind the doctor’s glasses was one of utter speechlessness.
Regardless, a doctor had professional ethics and couldn’t look down on any patient; he had to give them sincere care.
“Nine out of ten people who come to me have problems. Being sick is fine; as long as you cooperate with the treatment, you can still recover.”
Ye Ran understood. He was just one of those ‘nine.’ He suddenly wanted to ask what kind of illness the excluded ‘one’ had.
Following the doctor’s words, he pressed, “Nine out of ten. Then what’s the problem with the tenth one?”
The doctor: “Psychological issues.”
The two had been chatting for a minute, and the doctor realized they hadn’t gotten to the key point.
“You haven’t said where you’re feeling unwell yet.”
“I…” Ye Ran’s body stiffened, and he found it difficult to speak, his eyes fixed on the tips of his shoes. “I have impotence.”
When these words came out, the doctor didn’t have much of a reaction.
In an Andrology consultation room, this symptom was too common.
He pushed his glasses up, his tone remaining calm and professional. “To what extent? Is it completely impossible, or is the firmness insufficient later on, or is the duration very short? How long has this been happening?”
Ye Ran was bewildered by this string of professional questions.
He opened his mouth, his mind in a chaotic mess.
How would he know the extent?
He only thought so because he had no reaction toward girls but felt something when intimate with Chi Yuheng. He had never imagined there were so many sub-categories.
Ye Ran scratched his hair, his sunglasses sliding down a bit. “It’s… it’s just that I have no reaction when watching films… but I have a reaction when I touch another person…”
By the time he finished, his voice had become smaller and smaller, even the tips of his ears burning hot.
A look of understanding appeared in the doctor’s eyes.
He leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming even gentler. “You just have no reaction to films, but you still have a reaction to your girlfriend, right?”
“No! I don’t have a girlfriend!” Ye Ran said.
Fearing the doctor wouldn’t understand, he added, “I mean… I have no reaction to girls at all, whether it’s in films or in reality. I have no feeling.”
The moment these words were spoken, the air in the consultation room fell silent.
The doctor’s movement of pushing his glasses paused, a flash of surprise in his eyes before he regained his professional composure.
He sat up straight again and asked thoughtfully, “No reaction to any girls? Then the ‘reaction when touching another person’ you mentioned just now is…”
The tips of Ye Ran’s ears instantly burned a deep red, as if they were about to drip blood. He didn’t respond for a long time.
Finally, he opened his mouth and squeezed out a vague sentence after a long while, “It’s… a friend… a male one.”
“A male friend?” the doctor repeated, the look of understanding in his eyes deepening, though his tone remained professionally neutral. “Then have you ever considered that it might not be a physical problem, but… a tendency in your orientation?”
Ye Ran had heard similar words in the Psychology department.
Thinking it himself was one thing, but hearing it from a doctor’s mouth was another.
The sky had fallen.
He was bent?!
His body reacted much earlier than his mind. Even if Ye Ran didn’t want to admit it, the fact remained.
He walked aimlessly through the hospital hallway, his mind constantly occupied with one question.
Did he like Chi Yuheng?
If so, when did he start liking him?
Was it when Chi Yuheng was better to him than his nominal family members, caring about his feelings and paying attention to small details to make sure he didn’t feel aggrieved?
Or was it when he could arrive immediately when Ye Ran was in danger, clean up his messes, and provide him with unlimited “gold coins”?
Perhaps it had started long ago; Ye Ran couldn’t remember exactly when that tiny spark began to flicker.
There were many people coming and going in the hallway—footsteps, voices, and the calling bells of the nurse station mixed together. Ye Ran walked through these sounds.
“What are you thinking about? Walking so slowly.”
The voice was somewhat familiar.
Ye Ran’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned to look.
“Hurry up, your number has been called.” A man was pushing what appeared to be his brother into a consultation room.
It was just that the voice sounded similar. Ye Ran let out a light sigh of relief.
Fortunately, that voice just now wasn’t Chi Yuheng.
However, he was so busy looking back at those two that he didn’t notice the path ahead.
Just as he turned around, with a soft “thud,” his shoulder bumped into someone.
The person he bumped into was a male doctor in a white coat, holding a phone and making a call. Being bumped by him, the phone in his hand slipped and fell to the floor.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you okay? Is the phone broken? If it is, I’ll buy you a new one.”
The male doctor was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently. “It’s fine. I was distracted just now and wasn’t paying attention to the path.”
The doctor looked very young, not even thirty years old. He had a faint smile on his face, but his brow carried a hint of coldness—a faint sense of aloofness.
Ye Ran bent down to pick up the doctor’s phone from the floor. As he stood up, his gaze accidentally swept over the name tag on the man’s chest.
He handed the phone back. “Sorry, Doctor Si.”
The two exchanged a few simple words; Doctor Si was fine, and the phone was fine. Ye Ran apologized again before leaving.
Following such a small interlude, the person talking with Si Yue on the phone hadn’t hung up yet.
Si Yue put the phone to his ear and continued, “Yeah, I just bumped into a boy. It’s nothing.”
“Huh? If you were coming today, why didn’t you tell me in advance? And how did you know I was on duty today?”
Ye Ran stood quietly waiting for the elevator. The elevator reached the fifth floor, and Ye Ran walked inside.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close completely, the elevator next to it “dinged” and the doors slowly opened.
Chi Yuheng walked out, holding a phone.
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