mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 3 What kind of biochemical mother? She's different!
Chapter 3 What kind of biochemical mother? She's different!
"Just once! Really just once! At a friend's party... I was a bit drunk... and I didn't even know the girl well..."
His voice grew softer and faster as he spoke.
The last few words were practically gurgling out of his throat, his face already turning a deep purple.
"Okay." Lin Mo nodded, his tone still calm, without a trace of judgment.
"What measures were taken?"
The male student didn't dare to look up and shook his head.
"That was unprotected sex last month."
Lin Mo concluded, speaking as if reading a medical record, devoid of any emotion.
"Then about two weeks later, I started to have a fever and sore throat, followed by a rash that wasn't itchy. It started on my torso and has now spread to my limbs, including my palms and soles."
He finished speaking and sighed softly.
The comments section has completely gone crazy.
"The case is solved! The case is solved!"
"This is textbook-level medical consultation."
"Fever + sore throat + rash + history of promiscuity - I just memorized this question for my final exam."
"Doesn't this guy understand? The school doctor has already made a diagnosis."
"I feel sorry for this guy for three seconds; the whole country knows about it now."
"It's okay, brother, it's nothing! It's nothing!"
"You're stealing bamboo shoots upstairs!"
Although the male student couldn't see the comments, Lin Mo's summary made him even more flustered.
He suddenly raised his head and stammered.
"School doctor, what's wrong with me? Is it serious? Can it be treated?"
Lin Mo didn't answer directly. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his knees, and adopted a more relaxed posture.
He knew that the more composed he was at this moment, the less likely the patient would break down.
He asked in a calm tone.
"Excuse me, but let me ask you one more question—what was the occasion for that time you mentioned? Where did you meet?"
The male student's face flushed red again, his eyes darted around, and his voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.
"Right...right in the bar."
"bar."
Lin Mo repeated it without showing any emotion.
"Yes... it's the bar outside the east gate of our school."
The male student scratched the back of his head, becoming increasingly stammering as he spoke.
"Last month, I went with a few buddies..."
Lin Mo hummed in agreement and put the pen on the table.
Cross your hands and place them on your knees.
They adopted a "keep talking, I'm listening" attitude.
"And then? Tell me in detail."
"And then...and then I met a girl."
The male student swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his sneakers, the toes of which he rubbed against the ground.
"She was sitting alone at the bar, wearing a black dress, with long hair, and anyway... she was quite pretty."
"Is she alone?"
"Yes, she's all alone, and she doesn't have any friends."
"I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought the girl was pretty and glanced at her a couple more times. Then she noticed me looking at her and smiled at me."
The comments started appearing.
She smiled at me—the beginning of everything.
"Brothers, remember this: when a beautiful woman smiles at you on her own initiative, first think about why she should."
"I know this plot all too well. Is she going to invite you for drinks next?"
"You upstairs, you know the plot."
The male student continued.
Then she came over with a wine glass and said, "You came here alone?"
"I said no, I came with a friend."
She asked, "Where are your friends?" I replied, "They're dancing over there."
Then she laughed and said, "Aren't you going to jump?" I said I wasn't good at jumping, and she said, "You're so handsome, you don't need to know how to jump, you can just stand there."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
The male student didn't notice that he was getting more and more engrossed in his speech, and his expression even carried a hint of reverie.
"I thought to myself, this girl has a really sweet tongue and a really beautiful smile. Then she bought me a drink, saying it was her favorite mojito, and asked me to try it. We sat at the bar and chatted for quite a while."
"What did you talk about?"
"Let's just... chat."
She said she was a senior studying dance at the art college next door.
"I told her I was from the sports academy, and she said she could tell, adding that the guys from the sports academy all have good physiques."
The male student smiled sheepishly as he finished speaking.
She also said that guys like me are rare, and that it's hard to find guys with such a clean and pure aura these days.
The live chat exploded again.
"A clean and refined demeanor—a classic line has emerged."
"I've heard this sales pitch eight hundred times, bro."
"This girl must have memorized a sales script."
"Sports Academy Male Trap: You're handsome + rare + clean-cut, a triple whammy to take you down."
"I'm not saying this to be mean, but aren't male students at sports colleges a high-risk group?"
"I'm from a sports academy, and I panicked."
Lin Mo took a deep breath, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.
He put down his water glass and cleared his throat.
"So you think this girl genuinely likes you?"
The male student scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.
"At the time, I really thought... You think about it, such a beautiful girl must have no shortage of suitors, but she was so proactive towards me, so it must be..."
"What is it?"
"It must be because... they think I'm special."
The male student's voice grew softer and softer.
Even I myself feel that what I'm saying is a bit untenable.
Lin Mo didn't offer any comment, he just asked.
"And then? What happened after we finished talking?"
"We talked for about an hour and a half. My friends all left first, leaving just the two of us."
She said the bar was too noisy and suggested we find a quiet place to sit. I said okay, and she took me to one nearby...
The male student suddenly stopped speaking, his face turning red all the way to the roots of his neck.
"One...like that..."
"Budget hotel".
Lin Mo spoke for him.
The male student nodded vigorously, not daring to look Lin Mo in the eye.
The live stream chat was refreshing at a rate of dozens of messages per second.
"Incredible, the process is exactly the same."
"Invites you to a bar for a drink → compliments your looks → says they want to go out for a while → takes you to a hotel, it's an assembly line operation."
"This isn't love, it's a standard operating procedure (SOP)."
"Brothers, remember this: love doesn't progress to the hotel stage so quickly."
"That's too fast! You've only known each other for a little over an hour?"
"The kids at the sports academy are still so innocent."
Lin Mo didn't let the silence last long. He stretched out his fingers and began pressing down one by one.
"So, you've known her for less than two hours."
He pressed down the first finger.
"She said you're handsome and that she's very proactive with you."
Press down the second finger.
"She invited you for drinks, specifically praising your clean-cut appearance, saying it's rare to see someone like that."
Press down the third finger.
"Then you left the bar, went to a hotel, and had sex."
Press down the fourth finger.
"Furthermore, you did not take any safety precautions."
He pressed down on his fifth finger, and then the hand remained raised.
She spread her five fingers like a fan and stared at the male student without moving.
With each note the male student heard, he lowered his head a little further until it was almost buried in his knees.