“Name.” The doctor’s voice was steady and grave.
“Ji Yuenián.” The long-haired ‘big sister’ replied, a little nervously.
“Age.”
“18.”
“Sex.”
“Male… female!”
Before she could finish, Ji Yuenián could feel the doctor’s strange gaze landing on her, and instantly, her face flushed in embarrassment. She quickly corrected herself.
At this moment, they were at a private hospital in Wanqing City. The hospital was located right next to a vocational high school, and its main business was abortions.
After hearing Ji Yuenián’s answers, the doctor swiftly filled out a form. Jiang Chi took the slip from the doctor’s hand and pulled the long-haired ‘big sister’ away for a physical examination.
From measuring height and weight, to blood tests, urine tests, chest X-rays, and MRIs, a series of complicated checks were done one by one. Time quietly slipped by in all the hustle, and before they knew it, the whole morning had already passed.
The results came out quickly, but Ji Yuenián was exhausted. She slumped on the bench outside the consultation room and refused to answer any more private, shameful questions, insisting that Jiang Chi go in to fetch the results for her.
Looking at the examination report, Jiang Chi frowned slightly, his brows forming a shallow ‘川’ shape.
“Uterine development delayed? Excessive secretion of estri-amino acid hormone?”
“That’s right. According to the equipment, Ms. Ji’s uterus is developing slowly—practically just beginning to mature, at the level of a seven- or eight-year-old girl, with no trace of menstruation. If she tries to conceive in the future, it may damage the uterus and make it difficult to get pregnant, perhaps even causing infertility.” The doctor explained patiently and in detail.
“As for the excessive secretion of estri-amino acid hormone, it might be due to endocrine disorders or perhaps overnutrition. This can cause heightened female desire and excess buildup, so it needs to be properly released.”
No wonder Ji Yuenián had never once clutched her stomach in pain from discomfort. So this was the reason.
They’d always thought Ji Yuenián just had an astonishing ability to adapt, great endurance, and could grit her teeth through anything without uttering a word of complaint.
Listening to the doctor’s explanation, Jiang Chi silently pondered. As for “excess hormone leading to heightened desire,” he thought of Ji Yuenián’s performance in bed, and simply ignored this part.
When Jiang Chi walked out of the consultation room, the first thing he saw was the short-haired ‘big sister’ sitting on the bench outside, totally absorbed in her game, playing with abandon.
She was dressed in loose athletic wear, her short hair casually tied up, showing off her smooth, striking forehead. When she saw him come out, she didn’t pause her game or ask about the results, but remained lost in her own gaming world.
“Ji Yuenián.” Jiang Chi spoke.
“Mm? What’s up.” The big sister replied without even lifting her head.
“Are you afraid of pain?”
“What’s there for a real man to fear? Scars are a badge of honor for men!” The big sister put down her phone and pounded her chest with gusto, speaking with great bravado.
“That’s good.” The corners of Jiang Chi’s mouth curled up slightly, and then he tossed her a bottle of pills, the label covered with English letters. “Three times a day, one pill each time.”
“What’s this?” Ji Yuenián stared curiously at the bottle in her hand.
With her meager English skills, she could make out a few words: “female”, “ripening”, “development”.
“Something good to help your body grow.”
Jiang Chi took the bottle, swiftly tore off the plastic outer seal, and tossed it back to Ji Yuenián.
Even he didn’t know why he was doing this. Such an act would probably be considered malicious dosing under the law.
But…
His deep blue eyes swept over the big sister’s tightly bound chest, over her not-so-rounded hips, and her subtly made-up, faintly angular face.
This won’t do.
There seemed to be a devil’s whisper echoing in the youth’s heart.
This really won’t do.
Right now, Ji Yuenián was still a far cry from his ideal standard—she wasn’t big enough, not curvy enough, not enticing enough for the perfect big sister in his mind.
If “Ji Qingchan” was forever the petite, pure, and delicate moonlight girl of youth, then Ji Yuenián ought to be the tall, slender, sexy, and alluring cinnabar-mole long-haired big sister.
“Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?” Noticing Jiang Chi’s gaze lingering on her, Ji Yuenián couldn’t help but raise her hand to touch her own face, looking confused.
“It’s nothing.” Jiang Chi came back to himself and turned to head out of the hospital, gently shaking his ID card in his hand.
“Let’s go.”
“Next, I’m taking you for a psychological evaluation.”
“I know a pretty good psychiatrist—well, you know him too. If you don’t want to be recognized, let’s find an hourly room outside and do it in a different mode.”
*****
A certain private psychological clinic in Wanqing.
“Is she really mentally ill?”
Jiang Chi looked at the middle-aged man across from him, seated in a chair, holding a psychological assessment sheet, dressed in a spotless white coat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His tone was half-disbelieving, half-convinced.
He’d only brought Ji Yuenián in with a “better check just in case” mentality, never expecting that she’d actually have a mental illness.
“This is a very rare mental illness.” Zhang Junfang adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
“How rare?”
“I’m thinking of naming it after your girlfriend. How about Ji-type syndrome?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint gaze swept over, making his scalp tingle. Zhang Junfang’s heart skipped a beat and he gave a dry cough. “Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood, since you’re an old customer, Jiang.”
Jiang Chi was silent for a while, then asked, “Is it treatable?”
“Yes, but I don’t have a treatment plan.” Zhang Junfang shrugged helplessly. “But don’t worry, as long as this type of mild mental illness doesn’t progress to a severe stage, it won’t affect intelligence or daily life.”
“It mainly stimulates certain nerves, making people more sensitive in some areas—like physically more sensitive, more prone to laughter, more prone to melancholy.”
“Let me give an example. Jiang, you must’ve read web novels, right? A few years ago, ‘Dao Gui Yi Xian’ was really popular—the main character was mentally ill.”
“You mean she can become two people?” Jiang Chi’s breath nearly stopped out of instinct.
“No.” Zhang Junfang’s mouth twitched, thinking, two people? These young folks sure have an imagination—not satisfied with honey-trapping their girlfriend, now they even want twin sisters.
Uh, almost forgot—Jiang himself has mild mental illness—paranoia.
As expected, people with mental illnesses all have strange tastes.
He coughed, then said, “What I mean is, for a case like Ji’s mild mental illness, her personality will stand out more in some areas—like seeking fun, having scattered thoughts, unable to control her own desires, or caring too much about what others think and craving their approval, and so on. Of course, according to the psychological evaluation just now, she also has some slight violent tendencies.”
Unable to control her own desires?
Jiang Chi recalled the times he’d helped Ji Yuenián with her urges—their expressions and postures—and nodded slightly.
Indeed, Ji Yuenián was like a different person in bed and out of bed. At school, at home, in daily life, she was always carefree and bold.
But only in bed, her eyes would turn sultry, her brows tinged with spring, whispering words that made his face burn, and sometimes acting bashful and coquettish like a woman.
Sometimes, when Jiang Chi deliberately teased her—pulling back just as she was about to reach bliss—the unsatisfied girl in his arms would cry out in a hoarse voice, begging him to do it again.
“Ji’s condition is rare, but not serious. However…” Zhang Junfang changed tone, his sharp gaze landing on Jiang Chi.
“Jiang, your previous psychological evaluations weren’t very promising.”
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