He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Back home, Yang Jiulang turned on the lights and looked at the empty living room, feeling a little out of place.

When I went to the kitchen, the dishes that Lee Hyori had made yesterday were still in the pot.

After two consecutive days of seafood feasts, I won't have a chance to eat this dish.

He dumped the vegetables into the trash can and washed the dishes.

I took out my phone, opened the three-person group chat, and saw no response. I couldn't help but send a message.

How did your interviews go, you two?

I waited for a while, but there was no reply.

"Damn, that's rude!" Yang Jiulang tossed his phone aside and went to take a shower...

I try to read a novel in bed, but I can't seem to settle down.

Even Han Jun, Lee Hyori, Hou Qinqin, and Zhou Wanqiu flashed through Yang Jiulang's mind in turn.

Later, filled with guilt, Yang Jiulang shouted at the dark ceiling, "Damn it, you came to Dongguan to build things, not to mess around!"

Then he touched those little bumps.

It seems there are several more than yesterday.

Yang Jiulang's heart sank.

Originally there were only two or three, but now they have grown into a whole patch.

My heart was pounding.

Yang Jiulang took out his phone, took a picture, and then opened his browser to search for "reproductive x small red spots itching".

The first search result that popped up was "early symptoms of genital warts".

Yang Jiulang clicked in, and the more he read, the colder his heart became. The symptom descriptions, pictures, and everything else matched his current condition perfectly.

He exited the page and searched for a few more keywords: "early symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases", "incubation period of syphilis", and "genital herpes".

The more I searched, the more frightened I became.

The blue light from the phone screen reflected on his face, making it appear deathly pale.

"Damn it!" Yang Jiulang suddenly jumped out of bed.

"Impossible...impossible..." he muttered to himself, "How could I possibly have this disease? I haven't touched a woman in years..."

"etc......"

Yang Jiulang's mind went blank.

He thought of Zhou Wanqiu.

The woman who climbed into his bed on her own initiative, the woman who humiliated him and was then killed by him.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Yang Jiulang grabbed his phone, opened the three-person group chat, and sent a message: 【Are you two there? Reply.】

The reply came quickly this time; Hou Qinqin posted a selfie.

In the photo, she's wearing a low-cut black jumpsuit with a name tag pinned to her chest. The background features colorful lights and mirrored walls. Her makeup is heavy, with bright purple eyeshadow and bright red lips, making her look completely different from the fresh-faced, energetic young woman she was before. Lee Hyori stands behind her, wearing the same jumpsuit, her hair tied in a ponytail, and looking somewhat tired.

Hou Qinqin: [Honey, we're at work and don't have time to reply to messages. I'll chat with you again after get off work~]

Yang Jiulang zoomed in on the photo and saw the background clearly: the neon signs spelling out "Haotai Club," the mirrored walls reflecting booths and bars, and several scantily clad girls walking by.

Yang Jiulang quickly asked, "Where is this?"

Hou Qinqin replied: [Haotai Club, where my sister works. We're temporarily working as waitresses here.]

Yang Jiulang's mind went blank, and his fingers began to tremble.

Clubhouse!

This is where Zhou Wanqiu works!

He took a deep breath and asked, "Where's your cousin?"

She's upstairs, honey. Are you missing my sister? I can miss her too!

upstairs!

What does "upstairs" mean?

Yang Jiulang was completely heartbroken.

After struggling for a while, I angrily typed: 【Send me your sister's WeChat.】

Hou Qinqin quickly sent Zhou Wanqiu's business card, along with a flirtatious emoji: [Honey, if you want to meet my sister, I can help you make the connection~ Just between you and me, she's been asking you a lot these past few days~]

Yang Jiulang didn't reply, but directly added Zhou Wanqiu.

After about ten seconds, it was approved.

Yang Jiulang didn't bother with pleasantries and immediately launched into a tirade: "Are you fucking insane?!"

Zhou Wanqiu replied instantly, her voice even fiercer: "Who the hell are you? Go get treated if you're sick!"

Yang Jiulang was stunned. He realized that he really had no talent for cursing. He was angry for a long time, but then he realized that she was right. She was sick and he had to go get treatment right away!

I got dressed, got out of bed, and headed straight to the hospital.

In the early hours of the morning, the streets of Dongguan were deserted. Occasionally, a car would drive by, its headlights streaking a white line in the darkness.

Yang Jiulang stood at the entrance of the residential area, waiting anxiously for a long time before finally managing to flag down a taxi.

"Thank you, People's Hospital."

The driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at him in the rearview mirror and asked, "Going to the emergency room so late?"

"Um."

As the car started, Yang Jiulang leaned back in his seat, watching the streetlights rushing past the window, his mind a jumbled mess.

The scene of Zhou Wanqiu taking the initiative to climb into his bed and seduce him is still vivid in my mind, like something out of a horror movie.

"That viperous woman, I'll never forgive you," Yang Jiulang cursed inwardly.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I registered at the emergency department and then, at the triage desk, explained my situation with a flushed face and a throbbing neck.

The two nurses exchanged a glance, then, suppressing a laugh, pointed towards the urology department: "Over there, clinic number three."

Yang Jiulang saw Zhou Wanqiu's cold, mocking expression in the expressions of the two nurses, and almost lost his temper.

The door to the consultation room was open. After Yang Jiulang went in, he closed the door tightly.

Inside sat a male doctor in his fifties, with gray hair and reading glasses, writing something.

"Hello doctor, I..."

The doctor looked up at him and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Yang Jiulang opened his mouth, finding it difficult to speak. But thinking of his health, he forced himself to say, "I have some small red spots down there... and they're a little itchy."

"under?"

"There!"

"where?"

"Dang~" Yang Jiulang finally managed to squeeze out the word.

The doctor, expressionless, asked, "How long has it been?"

"Two days."

Have you had sex recently?

Yang Jiulang hesitated for a moment: "Yes... two days ago."

It matches up, it all matches up.

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor nodded and then asked, "Were safety precautions taken?"

"...No." Yang Jiulang's heart sank.

The doctor glanced at him, and although the contempt in his eyes was faint, Yang Jiulang could see it clearly.

He cursed Zhou Wanqiu a hundred times in his heart.

"Lie down on the bed and take off your pants," the doctor ordered, holding a magnifying glass.

Yang Jiulang did as instructed.

The doctor put on gloves, came over to examine the patient, then returned to his seat, took off the gloves, and wrote a few lines.

"Go get your blood drawn and a Pap smear done. Come back in two days for the results." The doctor handed him the form. "Avoid sexual activity for the next two days and be mindful of personal hygiene."

Yang Jiulang took the form: "Doctor...in your experience, what does this look like?"

The doctor glanced at him and shook his head: "It's hard to say now. We'll have to wait for the test results."

"No, didn't you just see it?" Yang Jiulang was not satisfied with his answer and pressed for an answer.

The old Chinese medicine doctor glared at him and threw the form on the corner of the table: "Go get checked."

Yang Jiulang hesitated for a moment, then took the list and left.

He stormed out, yelling, "What kind of doctor is this? He examined me but didn't say anything! So what if I have an STD? There are three ways STDs can be transmitted. It doesn't mean I'm a bad person. What kind of manners are you?!"

Feeling wronged, he cursed Zhou Wanqiu again.

Yang Jiulang took the form to pay the fees, have his blood drawn, and prepare a smear. After more than an hour of this, it was finally done.

It was already 2 a.m. when I left the hospital.

The night wind grew colder, but my heart remained warm.