Chapter 690: Hermit Life

Chapter 690: Hermit Life

My dad made a mistake.

It was already the third day after my rescue, I had been wandering around Ai Mi’s VIP building in a hospital gown and slippers for half a week already.

Ai Mi made an exception and did not film on the day I was rescued, but then she had to go on set every day afterward in order to catch up.

I basically became Dr. Yu’s research subject while my sister was away. He took my blood and urine samples and subjected me to various instruments.

He did not give me any medication for the time being because he was worried that rash use of drugs without knowing the exact toxins of the butterfly would be counterproductive.

My heart disease, however, did not flare up in the past few days.

It was probably because I gradually gained experience in understanding when my heart would race, then I would try to avoid it.

I felt like I was living like a hermit these days, both in physical seclusion and in my own state of mind.

During this time, I received many calls from acquaintances, classmates, and friends. Even if some were purely out of courtesy, I felt slightly uncomfortable because I was the focus of so much attention all of a sudden.

When Gong Cai Cai called, this is what she said:

“Um… my parents told me to go home immediately on the day you had your accident, so I could

not stay to participate in the search and rescue, I’m really sorry…”

She said timidly as if she was waiting for me to blame her.

Who would blame you? What role could you play even if you stayed behind? How weak would I have to be to look forward to be saved by you?

“But, but I contacted the members of the Happy Science Seminar and asked everyone to pray together for your rescue… it really worked.”

It worked my ass. Xiao Qin was the one who saved me, along with Obama, the class leader, Ai Mi, the police, and the firefighters, it has nothing to do with the Happy Science Seminar.

Are you still engrossed in that cult? Be careful, you might get tricked into a “naked massage” with the cult leader! Once I finish the negotiations between Ren HongDe and Ai ShuQiao, I will come back to manage your case.

Since I’ve felt her beasts before, based on the softness alone, I should try my best to save her from the cult.

Afterward, my dad’s college roommate, Uncle He, gave me a call to express his sympathies.

“Your father and I went to Cui Song Mountain back in the day, but I didn’t expect it would become so dangerous.”

Uncle He GouShen (my dad even calls him this behind his back), lamented.

Actually, Cui Song Mountain is not dangerous, even the public toilets up there are regularly cleaned by the principal. It’s because I ran into the nearby nameless mountain in spite of the warnings, which nearly killed me.

After speaking with Uncle He, his daughter, He Ling, also greeted me.

“Ye Lin, I heard that you almost died.” He Ling asked in a tone as if she was rejoicing in my misfortune.

“Huh, you have a lot of guts.” I teased, “Aren’t you afraid of ‘Sister Qin’ teaching you a lesson? Aren’t you afraid of the Three Roses of the Thousand Cranes Girls’ School, ‘little strawberry’?”

Because He Ling had freckles on her face, she was given the nickname “Little Strawberry” by Xiao Qin. She was also very afraid of the “Rose Group” at the Thousand Cranes Girls’ School. Xiao Qin was the boss of the predecessor of the Rose Group. That’s the reason He Ling always respectfully called Xiao Qin “sister” even when she was obviously a year older than me.

If I hadn’t interceded, He Ling would have been forced by Xiao Qin some time ago to be Niu ShiLi’s girlfriend.

“Don’t call me little strawberry.” He Ling said angrily, “When Sister Qin is not around, you have to call me ‘Sister He Ling’. Also, I already graduated from the Thousand Crane Girls School, so I don’t have to keep an eye out for the Rose Group anymore.”

Huh, I really wouldn’t have remembered if she didn’t mention it. Originally, He Ling was in her third year of junior high, the same as captain Guo SongTao. Since captain Guo SongTao already graduated, then He Ling must have also graduated.

“Little strawberry, which high school are you attending after graduation.” I asked curiously.

“Call me sis.”

“Sis strawberry, after graduating…”

“Ye Lin, if you call me that again, I’ll tell Uncle Ye.”

Based on my dad’s relationship with Uncle He, it would be normal for me to call He Ling sis. I think I fooled around enough, so I cleared my throat and changed my previous remark:

“Sis He Ling, which high school did you get accepted into?”

“Hmph, anyway, I’m definitely not going to an all girls’ school.”

“Sis He Ling, don’t… don’t tell me you’re going to attend an all boys’ high school?” I blurted out.

“Fool, I’m a girl, how can I attend an all boys’ high school?” He Ling gasped, but I feel she hesitated before opening her mouth, as if she felt that being the only girl in the entire school would also be a good feeling.

“Actually.” He Ling said after a pause, “I did very mediocre on my entrance exams, so my dad spent some money for me to attend Qing Zi Academy High School.”

Huh, you’re going to attend Qing Zi Academy? Do you want to become Ai Mi’s schoolmate? Even though you’re in high school, and Ai Mi is in junior high, you would still be in the same campus.

“Ye Lin, I heard that your idiot underlings, the ones called the ‘Five Tiger Punishment Squad’, are students of Qing Zi Academy.”

“Don’t call them idiots.” I said seriously, “They’re just a bit dim-witted.”

Even if we were speaking through the phone, I could already imagine He Ling’s face.

“There’s not much difference between a dim-wit and an idiot… Anyway, I heard that you’re doing quite well in Qing Zi Academy. Once I get there, you have to make sure I don’t get bullied!”

“Hey, you’re a high school student asking a junior high student to protect you, aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Why would I be embarrassed.” He Ling asked rhetorically, “With our father’s friendship, would it be wrong to ask you to protect me? Since you’re so tall and strong, who would know that you’re a junior high school student if you don’t tell them.”

I half-heartedly answered while thinking: Xiao Qin’s uncle is the chairman of Qing Zi Education Group, so as long as He Ling does not cause too much trouble, I should be able to cover for her.

The class leader also gave me routine greeting calls in the past two days. Why did I call it a “routine” call? It’s because she called me every night at 8pm sharp with a less than 15 second margin of error.

“Are you getting better, pay attention to nutrition, but make sure to not eat greasy things, definitely no alcohol, understand?”

The contents of her phone calls were pretty much the same every day. Also, she deliberately never came to see me (it was not easy for outsiders to enter Qing Zi Academy). When I offered to prepare a uniform for her, she became angry instead.

The class president had seen the uniform that Peng TouSi had given to Winnie and saw that it included pantyhose and cotton stockings, so she thought that I bad intentions by telling her to wear it.

Damn, my plans were seen through. So what if the class leader wears the uniform and let me take a look, then I can die without any regrets.

As for the plan to contact Shu Zhe and to spy on the contents of the class leader’s outbox on her cell phone, it shamefully failed.

When Shu Zhe listened to my instructions and went to peek at the class leader’s phone, he found that the messages sent folder was empty, and everything had already been cleared.

In addition, he was a bit depressed and did not even make me keep my promise to “give him money”. I ignored it at the time and did not look into why the class leader had gone home but he was staying at his aunt’s place.

Well, now I can finally get back to my dad’s mistake.

My dad shouldn’t have suggested that I change to a different hospital for medical treatment right in front of Dr. Yu.

Dr. Yu wasproud of his own medical skills, except in pharmacology, where he thought he was no match for his colleague, the “Poison King” from Stanford University, but he didn’t even pay any attention to doctors in ordinary hospitals.

So he put down the tube of blood being tested, took off his gloves and came over to my dad and said:

“Actually, Ye Lin’s illness is a psychological problem.”

“Huh.” Both my dad and I exclaimed in unison.

Dr. Yu said seriously:

“Ye Lin has had a latent case of gender dysphoria for a long time, which is often called ‘transsexualism’. After this life and death experience, he decided to face his true self and begged me to give him estrogen treatment and sex reassignment surgery when the time was right…”

Stop spewing nonsense, Xiao Qin is the one who has gender dysphoria!

People all say, nobody knows a son better than his father. My dad wouldn’t easily believe I was transsexual, so he asked Dr. Yu with doubt:

“Aren’t you a brain surgeon, as for sex change surgery…”

“Don’t look down on me.” Dr. Yu said coldly, “In addition to brain surgery, I can also perform surgeries on other organs. I also have more than 300 cases of sex reassignment surgery experience…”

Don’t brag, you haven’t done a single sex change operation, it’s only the experience of tricking patients who woke up from anesthesia and saying “your sex change operation was successful” more than 300 times.

Dad was shocked by Dr. Yu’s serious expression, then saw that I was so angry with Dr. Yu that I choked on some water and was coughing, so I couldn’t immediately refute, so his face changed and said urgently:

“Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, you can’t have such thoughts.”

“Although I said before, I’m open-minded. Other than forbidding you to touch drugs, I wouldn’t really interfere if you wanted sex change surgery, but…”

“But I said that when you were younger! At that time you still had a shota face, but now your face has become… if you do a sex change… then you absolutely won’t be able to get married.”

I sprayed a mouthful of water all over the floor, then jumped up in anger and yelled at dad and Dr. Yu:

“Who said I can’t get married! No, who said I wanted to do sex change surgery, I…”

Halfway through the sentence, I rushed to control my emotions to prevent a heart attack.