Hao Yan Che turned around and walked outside the master bedroom.

  Twenty minutes later, the gynaecologist informed Hao Yan Che about Yuan Gun Gun’s condition.

  ‘This is a prescription for a cream and painkillers that will help the patient’s swelling and pain,’ the doctor said. ‘Encourage the patient to soak the patient’s body in warm water to help relax sore muscles.’


  ‘Is it serious?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘Yes,’ the doctor said. ‘The patient’s swelling and bleeding indicate the size of the patient’s vagina isn’t compatible with the size of Mr Hao’s penis.’


  Hao Yan Che creased his brows.

  ‘Like how a male’s penis varies in size, a female’s vagina varies in size too,’ the doctor explained. ‘The patient’s vagina is categorized in the small group, and Mr Hao’s penis is categorized in the abnormal big group. Also, Mr Hao, you being rough with the patient caused the patient more pain.’


  ‘Does she have a permanent injury?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘Physically the patient’s body will recover,’ the doctor said. ‘But it’s the patient’s mental state that worries me.’


  Hao Yan Che opened the master bedroom door.

  ‘Goodbye Mr Hao,’ the doctor said.

  ‘Wait,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘How can I prepare her body to get used to my body?’


  ‘Longer foreplay and lubricant will help,’ the doctor said. ‘During sex be gentle with patient too. It’ll help the patient both physically and mentally.’


  ‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘I’ll ask someone to buy the prescription for her.’


  The following afternoon past four, Yuan Gun Gun woke up. She saw Mrs Chen sitting on a chair beside the bed.

  ‘You’re awake,’ Mrs Chen said. She wiped sweat off Yuan Gun Gun’s forehead. ‘I’ll help you take a bath, apply cream then I’ll cook your favorite dishes.’


  Mrs Chen helped Yuan Gun Gun sit up on the bed, but Yuan Gun Gun’s face winced.

  ‘Are you in pain?’ Mrs Chen asked. ‘Do you want me to bring your toothbrush and a small tub for you?’


  Yuan Gun Gun shook her head. She got out of bed, and stumbled a step back. Mrs Chen supported her to the bathroom.

  In the bathroom, Yuan Gun Gun brushed her teeth and washed her face while Mrs Chen prepared a warm bath for her.

  Yuan Gun Gun cried after she got out of the bathtub.

  ‘Gun Gun, are you crying?’ Mrs Chen asked. ‘Take this painkiller and it’ll help your pain.’


  ‘Aunty Chen, I don’t want to swallow the pill,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘Why?’ Mrs Chen asked.

  ‘I don’t want to,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Yuan Gun Gun sat on the floor and cried. Mrs Chen rushed to help her stand.

  ‘Alright,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘You don’t have to take the painkiller. Come outside, and I’ll help you apply cream.’


  Mrs Chen supported Yuan Gun Gun to the bed, and Yuan Gun Gun laid on the bed.

  ‘Gun Gun, spread your legs and I’ll help you apply cream,’ Mrs Chen said.

  ‘Why?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘It’ll help you have babies in the future,’ Mrs Chen said.

  Yuan Gun Gun shook her head and moved back on the bed.

  Mrs Chen didn’t want to force Yuan Gun Gun. Mrs Chen put the cream on the bedside table, and chose clothes for Yuan Gun Gun to wear.

  ‘Gun Gun, change your clothes,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘I’ll go cook a meal for you. Then I’ll come back and help dry your hair.’


  Mrs Chen walked outside the master bedroom. Yuan Gun Gun picked up the phone on the bedside table. She dialled a number, but there was no answer. She dialled several more times, still no answer. She sat on the bed and stared at the phone in her hand.

  One hour later, Mrs Chen returned with a tray of food. She was worried to see Yuan Gun Gun sitting in a daze on the bed.

  ‘Gun Gun, why didn’t you change your clothes?’ Mrs Chen asked.

  Yuan Gun Gun changed clothes, and crawled under the bedsheet.

  Mrs Chen patted Yuan Gun Gun’s shoulder.

  ‘Gun Gun, eat something then sleep,’ Mrs Chen said.

  Yuan Gun Gun covered her head.

  ‘Gun Gun,’ Mrs Chen called.

  Mrs Chen was about to pull the bedsheet, but Yuan Gun Gun’s pitiful cry made her sad.

  Mrs Chen walked to the living room, and called Hao Yan Che on the phone.

  ‘Young master, Gun Gun refused to take the painkiller,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘She won’t let me apply the cream for her and she refused to eat too. Young master, do you think Gun Gun needs to see a psychologist?’


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