After leaving Bafang City, Lin Mian took the subway alone to return to school. Her roommates had all moved out for internships, so she slipped into the bathroom for a shower. Everywhere her gaze fell, there were traces, red and purple, which looked somewhat shocking. The man last night was not gentle, even somewhat brutally indifferent. It took her a while to scrub herself clean, inside and out, and then she put on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom, lying on the bed and taking a long sigh of relief. The familiar surroundings and smells around her slightly calmed her heart. Lin Mian took out her phone to check, but Shi Lin had not yet transferred the money. It seemed he was just speaking offhand. Well, last night... it was actually she who took the initiative. There's no need for him to take any responsibility... Shi Lin had an early morning surgery and was busy for several hours, forgetting about this matter. It wasn't until 3 p.m. that he came out of the operating room, took out his phone to check the time, and his gaze fell on the few light marks on his arm, suddenly remembering this matter. He tapped on WeChat with a single finger and easily found Lin Mian's account. Her profile picture was a dark-toned cartoon image of a girl wearing a hat. Her name was just two simple letters: LM. The chat box between the two was empty, without any messages. That woman was so desperate for money, yet she was quite steadfast. Shi Lin curled his lips, his fingertips tapping, inputting a string of numbers, then thought for a moment and deleted them. He should first investigate the girl's family background. Back at the outpatient clinic, as it was close to closing time, there were not many people, just a few scattered patients. "Knock knock."

A knock came from outside, sounding proper and polite. 'Come in,' Shi Lin responded. The door to the consultation room was pushed open from the outside, followed by the sound of gentle, slow footsteps coming in. 'What seems to be the trouble?' Shi Lin asked without looking up from the medical record. 'Doctor, my lower abdomen hurts.' That voice... soft and gentle, somewhat familiar. Shi Lin glanced up and caught a glimpse of Lin Mian's face. At the same time, Lin Mian saw him too, her round face with a bit of baby fat showing a slight surprise, then she blushed, and the tips of her ears suspiciously turned red quickly. Was it him? So he was the doctor here. She awkwardly lowered her head, feeling somewhat at a loss. Instead, Shi Lin looked at her coldly and indifferently, his tone as if he didn't know her: 'How does it hurt?' Lin Mian sat on the chair, bowing her head and stuttering: 'It's a throbbing pain, it hurts when I walk, and it hurts when I sit.' 'Go lie down on the bed and lift your clothes.' Shi Lin typed a few lines on the computer, then dropped a sentence without looking up. Lin Mian swallowed, stood up obediently, walked to the bed, and lay down neatly on the narrow examination bed, her eyes immediately meeting the ceiling above. After a while, the man came over wearing medical rubber gloves, and from Lin Mian's angle, she could only see his white coat and the name on the name tag on his left chest. 'Gastroenterology, Shi Lin.'

It turned out his name was Shi Lin. Lin Mian silently memorized this name in her heart. There was a faint smell of disinfectant on him, which overlapped somewhat with the scent from last night, stirring up some thoughts in her mind. The next second, Shi Lin's hand pressed forcefully and precisely on her lower abdomen, asking, "Does it hurt here?" Lin Mian replied with a flushed face, "Lower." Shi Lin moved his hand down another two inches, "Here?" Lin Mian nodded awkwardly, "Yes." His fingers were almost pressing on the lower part of her belly. Although he was wearing gloves, the warm temperature of his fingers transmitted through the rubber, penetrating her skin, making Lin Mian somewhat breathless. Shi Lin pressed a few more spots, confirmed the location, got her response, and finally let go, understanding. It wasn't a stomach issue, but rather menstrual pain. Last night he had been intense, and it was her first time, so it was inevitable that she would feel discomfort afterward. But she hadn't expected her constitution to be so fragile, still in pain after a whole day. She was quite delicate. Shi Lin sat in front of the desk, his knuckles distinct as his hands tapped rhythmically on the keyboard, "I'll prescribe some medicine for you, take it three times a day after meals." Lin Mian got out of bed with a flushed face, quickly straightened the hem of her clothes, and then obediently sat down in the chair opposite Shi Lin, waiting for him to write the prescription. Shi Lin printed out the prescription, his slender and distinct hand handing it to her. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly added, apropos of nothing. "Remember, no sexual activity for a week." Lin Mian's face turned even redder, and she nodded her head in a daze, taking the prescription and her medical insurance card from his hand. "Did you remember?"

The man pinched her card and asked again. Lin Mian nodded: 'I remember.' 'Repeat it.' 'Three meals a day, after meals, and no sexual intercourse within a week.' Lin Mian repeated with a flushed cheek, wishing she could dig a hole to bury herself. Could her current state be attributed to his efforts last night? Apart from being with him, where else would she have any sexual affairs. 'Let's go.' The man leaned back, simultaneously releasing the medical insurance card and prescription. Lin Mian, holding the slip, fled in panic. As she reached the door, the man's voice suddenly came from behind: 'Wait.'