A Young Woman's Heart

"I'm so tired..." Mo Xueyao said with an air of nonchalance, "Let me rest for a while, it's not that busy anyway..."

"If you help out with some simple chores here, Yan Yan can go cook. You silly girl, sigh."

"Yes, yes, yes—" She stood up weakly, swayed as she tore off a plastic bag, and opened it in front of a woman buying fruit, making everyone burst into laughter.

This is where the advantage of being pretty comes into play—it doesn't make people dislike you; instead, it makes you seem cute.

But what if you did that with an ugly face?

So Mo Xueyao always felt fortunate that she was good-looking. She wondered how those who looked very masculine but were intersex would survive...

"Alright, alright, you can stop helping me."

"Damn, what does this mean?" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Her mother smiled smugly, having successfully tricked her, and replied while pressing something on the electronic scale, "Dr. Yun called at noon, asking why you hadn't gone for your follow-up appointment after so long—it's three yuan and ninety cents here."

"A follow-up check-up? Oh, right!" So far, there haven't been any problems, but it's still within the three-year period. During that time, you need to have a follow-up check-up at least once a year. If you feel some problems yourself, it often means that the condition has become serious, so it's best to detect them early.

"She's still waiting for you, hurry up and go."

"Huh? No way? We're going now?"

"Yes, and Dr. Wang happened to be here too."

This is probably the most important reason.

"Why does Dr. Wang always come to Hangzhou? Is S City really that close to here...?" Mo Xueyao hung her arms dejectedly. "Can't we just not go?"

"No, they're waiting specifically for you."

One of the things Mo Xueyao hates most is having to go out again right after getting home without prior notice.

It feels like you've just warmed up your bed in winter and your parents suddenly drag you out of bed to go for a walk—it's both painful and frustrating.

Fortunately, it's Friday, so I can go to bed a little later tonight. Otherwise, it would be torture for her, as she can't fall asleep until she finishes what she needs to do.

It was rush hour, and taking the bus would only make things worse, so even though the journey was longer, she chose to ride her bicycle, which she hadn't ridden much lately.

It took about forty or fifty minutes to finally arrive at the First Municipal Hospital.

This place is close to West Lake, so it's practically the city center—it's next to Yintai Department Store and Yinshan Plaza, beyond that is the Qiantang River, and behind it is Lingyin Temple...

The sun was almost completely setting, and the last rays of the setting sun dyed the sky blood red.

The clock tower next door struck the hour, its chimes echoing gently through the bustling city center.

People and vehicles continued to come and go at the hospital entrance.

There were doctors and nurses who had just finished their shifts, and others who were preparing to go on their night shifts.

The regular registration window was already closed, so she went upstairs by herself, guessing that Yunmeng and Dr. Wang should both be in the urology department office.

In the normal outpatient building, it was already very quiet at this time. All the patients had left, and the blood-red sky made the hospital seem even more gloomy.

The sound of Mo Xueyao's footsteps echoed in the corridor, making her involuntarily tense up.

The office door was ajar, and through the crack, all you could see was red, just like in a horror movie, as if something terrifying would jump out the moment the door was opened.

However, as soon as she raised her hand, the song "Katyusha" came out, instantly washing away all the eeriness and mystery.

"Click." She pushed open the door, and inside sat Dr. Wang and Yunmeng. A cassette player on the table was spinning, and music was coming from it.

"Oh, you're here?" Dr. Wang quickly turned off the tape player, smiled, and turned around. Standing next to him was a girl about the same age as her, looking at her curiously with a pair of round, owl-like eyes.

The red sunset shone on the three of them, making the place look like an abandoned building after a war.

"Hello Dr. Wang, hello Dr. Yunmeng."

"Come, come, have a seat."

"Uh...aren't you going to check?"

"Haha, so eager to go back?"

Mo Xueyao smiled shyly and had no choice but to sit down.

Dr. Wang pointed to the girl beside him, his wrinkles crinkling into a smile: "This is my daughter."

To be honest, with Dr. Wang's looks, this girl could probably be his granddaughter.

I don't know if it's because he got married too late or because he looks too 'mature'...

"Haha, doesn't seem like it, right?"

"It does look like her..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head, "It just looks very young."

"Haha, what are you talking about? She's the same age as you."

"Ah...is that so?"

Hello, my name is Wang Jiaoming.

"glue……?"

“Jiao, with a beautiful face.” She smiled brightly, which reminded Mo Xueyao of Mo Xiaoxiao. “Although it can also be pronounced ‘xiáo,’ it’s not usually pronounced that way.”

"why?"

"Haha, because that means 'promiscuity'!" Dr. Wang laughed without any restraint.

What's even more surprising is that Wang Jiaoming seems to be joking about herself.

The atmosphere became more relaxed as a result.

Previously, Mo Xueyao always thought that doctors were all very serious and rigid, but after having surgery, she discovered that doctors were all surprisingly humorous, although sometimes their jokes went a bit too far...

"I know your name, it's Mo Xueyao, right?"

"Um……"

"How does it feel to be a girl?"

"Ahem..." She looked at Dr. Wang awkwardly, unsure how to answer.

Yunmeng chuckled and took a sip of tea: "Just think of it as a questionnaire."

"Probably...probably...uh...I can't quite put my finger on it...I don't really remember how I felt before."

"So, let's talk about the present one?" Wang Jiaoming's curiosity seemed quite strong, and she touched her little face as she spoke. "There's absolutely no trace of a boy, Dad. She really didn't have plastic surgery, did she?"

"No, this face is completely natural."

"Among so many people, she is the most perfect. No, the others probably aren't even half as pretty as her, right?"

"Was that an exaggeration?" Mo Xueyao leaned back a little shyly, avoiding her gaze. "Right now, um... I feel pretty good."

"Really? That's great!" She leaned closer excitedly. "You originally wanted to be a girl?"

"Damn, how is that possible!" Mo Xueyao replied without thinking, then awkwardly touched her cheek. "There's nothing I can do, it's already happened, I can only adapt to it. But I feel okay now... Life is very natural, maybe even more carefree than before... When I was a boy, I had to act strong because of this face so that others wouldn't bully me."

In front of the doctors, she still chose to open up—of course, only partially. After all, unless it's someone very close, no one would reveal all their thoughts without reservation.

"That way, he'll look quite handsome when he's a boy."

"Of course. Actually, before the surgery, her hair was a bit long, and I felt she looked almost like a girl then. She looks even better now." Dr. Wang stood up with a smile. "Alright, let's do the physical examination first. There are too many people in the room, and Xiaoyao will be embarrassed. Haha, let's leave for a bit."

"Huh? Isn't it Dr. Wang who's here?" Mo Xueyao asked in surprise, as she thought he was clearly the more professional one.

Dr. Wang's gaze, which held a hint of a smile, seemed to see right through her thoughts: "Now? If possible, it would be best for a female doctor to examine you, after all, you are a girl now, aren't you?"

"What's the big deal? Didn't you examine me right after the surgery?" Mo Xueyao didn't seem to care, not only because she used to be a boy, but also because she trusted his 'medical ethics'.

"Back then, you hadn't changed yet, and it would have been embarrassing for you to be examined by a female doctor, right? It's different now, and... you can't keep holding onto those old ideas; it's not good for your mental health."

"Tch, so this is bringing up mental health..."

"Of course, this is a very serious matter." Dr. Wang pulled his daughter out of the office. "Alright, let Dr. Yunmeng examine you. I'll take you home later."

"Um..."

The door was gently closed, but Mo Xueyao still felt that Wang Jiaoming was looking at her through the door with curious eyes.

Being observed like a rare animal is definitely not a pleasant experience.

"Come on." Yunmeng smiled and patted the examination bed. Although she was well-maintained, the slight smile lines at the corners of her eyes still betrayed her true age.

Mo Xueyao only realized now that she seemed to be older than twenty-five or twenty-six...

Thinking about it carefully, it really is unlikely. For doctors, they only graduate from university at twenty-five or twenty-six. If they want to take the postgraduate entrance exam, they won't be around thirty years old. In addition, they need to accumulate some work experience before they can become attending physicians. So her age is at least thirty or older...

"What are you looking at so intently? Okay, hurry up and take it off, so I can leave work earlier."

"Ooh, oh..."

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Psychological Testing

Yunmeng put on clean, disposable sterile gloves and began the inspection and operation.

Mo Xueyao closed her eyes tightly, trying to empty her mind as much as possible, imagining herself as an object rather than a human being, in order to reduce the shame that belonged to humans.

The tweezers, still warm from the sterilizer, gently touched her body, and a small endoscope was slowly inserted. The feeling of a foreign object made her very uncomfortable.

"Hmm, it's much cleaner this time than last time."

Mo Xueyao tried her best to pretend she hadn't heard.

"You wash every day, right? That's good. Maintaining hygiene is very important; many gynecological diseases are caused by insufficient daily cleaning..."

"Dr. Yunmeng..." Mo Xueyao awkwardly turned her head to the other side, because even with her eyes closed, she could feel her gaze. "Are you really not a gynecologist?"

"I also treat gynecologists. Urology and gynecology have a lot in common," Yunmeng replied casually, then began to mutter to herself, "Hmm... a good boy, hasn't used it yet, but he's almost an adult, right? There's no need to be too shy about this kind of thing. The most important aspect of gender equality is sexual liberation..."

"Cough cough..." Mo Xueyao really couldn't stand Yunmeng's overly open words.

"Okay." She gently helped Mo Xueyao put the fabric back on, and then had her lift up her own shirt.

"No surgery was performed here, do I still need to be checked...?"

“Of course, let’s check on the development.” Yunmeng’s answer was very serious.

Next, they would pinch here and press there, asking if it hurt or itched.