Chapter Three: How Often Do You Do It?

Xu Miao closed her eyes nervously, only to feel a warmth cover her back.

Fu Wenhan had draped his overcoat over her.

"That's enough. Take responsibility for yourself."

After leaving her the coat, Fu Wenhan walked away.

Honestly, the moment he stood up just now, she had already regretted it. No matter how handsome he was, he was still a stranger. The instant he made a further move, she realized she was resisting it.

Before she even returned home, Xu Miao uninstalled Planet M.

Looking back on the incident, she felt both humiliated and fearful. It was true—what kind of normal, handsome guy would be interested in someone like her, someone who claimed to be "terminally ill" and was willing to hook up so casually? Moreover, as he had said, if she had encountered someone with a disease or malicious intent, her life could have been in danger.

Why bother? It wasn't worth it for the sake of some so-called "first time."

Once the Fan family's partnership was finalized and her mother’s medical expenses were covered, she would be free. Then, she could date whoever she wanted!

Suppressing the sour feeling in her heart, Xu Miao cheered herself on: It would be better soon; she just had to endure this momentary disgust!

Come to think of it, she probably wouldn't see him again, right? To trick him, she had even used her mother’s medical report to spin a lie about being in the terminal stages of cancer.

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt. Xu Miao almost wanted to smother herself with her pillow.

Two weeks later, Xu Miao suddenly felt uncomfortable down there and remembered the man’s warning.

"If you run into someone with AIDS or syphilis, it could cost you your life."

Taking advantage of the fact that she had no classes during the last period of the afternoon, Xu Miao went to the hospital and registered for an appointment.

She was nearly the last patient to enter the consultation room. She rushed in, flustered, and upon turning around, realized the doctor was a man. She felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Where is the discomfort?"

That detached, indifferent voice—why did it sound so familiar?

Only then did Xu Miao take a good look at the person in front of her.

No way.

Although he was wearing a mask and glasses, she recognized those exceptional, striking brows and eyes instantly.

It was actually him!

How could he possibly be a gynecologist?!

A flush spread rapidly across Xu Miao's cheeks. The nurse nearby saw it and assumed she was just another girl shy because of how handsome Fu Wenhan was.

He seemed to recognize her too, but his expression didn't change, nor did his tone betray even the slightest shift.

"Speak."

"I... I feel like it’s a bit itchy there."

Xu Miao’s volume dropped with every word.

"Lie down there."

Fu Wenhan said without looking up, gesturing casually toward the back.

"Huh?"

Xu Miao followed the direction he pointed; it was the gynecological examination bed. The thought of spreading her legs and lying there for Fu Wenhan to examine her made every cell in her body boil.

It was too humiliating!

She saw the nurse reaching for rubber gloves and felt a glimmer of hope. But Fu Wenhan stopped the nurse. "I’ll handle this exam. Dr. Chen needs these two reports urgently; please take them to him for me."

The nurse looked confused, glancing from Fu Wenhan to Xu Miao before leaving with a puzzled expression.

Once the nurse was gone, only Xu Miao and Fu Wenhan were left in the room.

Xu Miao hesitated, standing up, but didn't walk toward the bed.

"What are you standing there for?"

The moment he looked up to urge her, she caught a glimpse of his name tag: *Fu Wenhan, Deputy Director of Gynecology.*

She hadn't expected him to be a doctor; no wonder he had warned her about the risk of infection at the hotel.

Xu Miao took off her pants and lay on the examination bed, her mind inevitably drifting back to everything that happened at the hotel.

"Relax."

Compared to Xu Miao’s agitation, Fu Wenhan was professionally calm. He skillfully put on rubber gloves, one hand gently holding her leg while the other used a cotton swab to collect a sample.

The moment Fu Wenhan’s hand touched her body, Xu Miao shivered. Thinking of the hotel and the current position, her heart pounded wildly. She covered her eyes with her hands, feeling that she had absolutely no dignity left in front of him.

"Do you do it often?"

Xu Miao: ???

Although her face was covered, she could almost imagine the disdainful expression on his face as he asked that question.

Xu Miao sat up abruptly, outraged by his suspicion of her chastity. "What do you mean 'do it often'?! I told you that day, it was my first time! I hadn't done it before, and I haven't done it since!"

Only after she finished speaking did she realize—oops, she had been a bit too loud.

Fu Wenhan paused for a second.

Then, he stepped forward, and the pleasant scent of ocean fragrance wafted toward her. That handsome face leaned in, his deep, obsidian-like phoenix eyes looking straight at her with a hint of inquiry. His voice was magnetic yet devoid of emotion as he said:

"I was asking if you spend a lot of time sitting down." He then picked up a bottle of povidone-iodine.

"I am a gynecologist; naturally, I know whether you have 'done it' or not. For people who don't exercise and sit for long periods, especially during ovulation when secretions increase, it’s easy for bacteria to breed if the area is damp and unventilated."

Xu Miao’s face turned completely red, even her earlobes burning with heat.

So embarrassing!!!

So he was asking if she "sat down often."

Would he have an even worse impression of her now, thinking she was always thinking about those kinds of things? He must be convinced she was a promiscuous woman.

Xu Miao felt dead inside. She lay back on the bed, letting Fu Wenhan handle the disinfection. She didn't hear a word of the aftercare instructions he gave her afterward.

"Pay the fee, get the check-up, and take this tube to the laboratory."

After taking the forms and her sample, Xu Miao slipped away without looking back.

"Did that girl know Dr. Fu?" the nurse who had been sent to deliver the reports asked Jian Yaqing, another nurse with long, wavy hair, as she saw Xu Miao scurrying away outside. "That was the first time I've ever seen Dr. Fu perform a gynecological exam on a patient himself."

"Who knows."

Jian Yaqing answered with a subtle expression, her sharp eyes following Xu Miao. She had heard that shout from the examination bed.

After Xu Miao left, Fu Wenhan looked at her medical records on the computer, his eyes full of intrigue.

Thinking of her desperate attempt to explain earlier, he found it amusing. When he saw her come in for an appointment, he had felt a brief moment of disappointment; he thought she had gone off to find someone else. After all, they had shared a brief encounter, and he had wanted to check on her himself.

He knew she must have felt embarrassed, having nearly reached that level of intimacy only to have him perform a gynecological exam on her. However, after the exam, he felt a bit relieved. She hadn't been hooking up with random people; she had clearly taken his words to heart.

As he thought this, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the file, and he opened her full medical history at the hospital.

But the result made his expression darken.

Xu Miao had received her annual physical at this very hospital. She was perfectly healthy; there was no cancer whatsoever.

Fu Wenhan sneered.

She was truly reckless. To hook up, she would go as far as to lie about having cancer.