The four-eyed frog sitting opposite me placed his index and middle fingers on my pulse. Seeing his patient expression, I knew I was still alive. His beard was beautiful, as if carefully groomed; I counted, there were seven in total. The occasional troubled expression on his face made my heart tighten as well.
“Don't make it difficult for yourself either. What kind of illness do I have?” I asked.
“Wait a moment, this illness isn't easy to diagnose.”
“But you've already felt my pulse for two hours.”
“Oh, it will be done soon.”
When his fingers left, he deliberately pinched me.
“You-You-You…” I didn't dare complain.
“You're pregnant,” the four-eyed frog said decisively.
“But…”
“No ‘buts.' Everyone who gets tested doesn't believe it, especially at your age. Why weren't you more careful back then?”
“I thought I was pretty careful.” I looked innocent, helpless, and bewildered. My palms were sweating.
“Hehe, you young people, freeing this and freeing that, thinking capitalism is so fashionable, but in reality, they're scheming against you! How did you learn politics in childhood?!”
I felt ashamed of myself.
He briskly tore off a piece of paper. “Go get a blood test, check for AIDS.”
“No way, doctor. I'm a fairly cautious person.”
“A thief doesn't have a mark on his face. Besides, can you guarantee the other person is careful? Huh, can you guarantee?”
“I…” I indeed couldn't guarantee it. These days, people can't even guarantee themselves, let alone others. My mind was full of suspicion toward my partner.
“Check for AIDS?” the doctor doing the blood test asked loudly.
“Y-yes…” I secretly glanced around and responded meekly.
“What's there to be ashamed of? Why didn't you think more carefully back then?”
“I—I did what?!”
“Everyone who comes here claims to be a victim. Back of the line!” I looked behind me; over a hundred people had lowered their heads. I was truly ashamed to stand with them. Passing by them, I went to the end of the line, surrounded by suspicious and hateful looks.
“How can people these days be like this, taking shame as pride? The social climate is doomed,” I thought to myself.
I happily carried the test results back to the four-eyed frog's office.
“See, it's nothing,” I said proudly.
“Alright, so do you plan to keep it or terminate it?”“Hmm…” “Let's make this clear first,” he reminded me, “you can get an abortion, but if you decide to keep the baby, you have to take responsibility and not just leave the child at our hospital. That would affect my bonus.” “Yes, yes, I haven't decided to keep it, let's go for the abortion.” “The operating room is on the 9th floor around the corner, wait for me there. By the way, there are two dogs on the 4th floor, be careful, but actually it's fine; if you don't provoke them, they won't bite you.” “Okay, don't worry, I won't provoke them. I'll take the elevator.” “There's no elevator, walk up yourself!” “Which floor are we on?” “2nd floor.” I knocked on the operating room door for a long time, and out came an angel. She was really beautiful, but why were her feet so dirty, it seemed like they hadn't been washed for days. “Take off your clothes!” she ordered me. I quickly took off my top and pants, lay naked on the operating table, exposed there. It shouldn't hurt too much, right? I have a business trip next week, can my body handle it? If others knew I was getting an abortion, wouldn't they laugh at me?… Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a bit cold and hurriedly asked the nurse: “Nurse, it's been 40 minutes, why hasn't the doctor come yet?” “He's here, he's here!” Four-eyed Tianji ran in. “Can we start?” he asked the nurse. “Yes, everything's ready.” “Okay, start the operation!” I was puzzled, why did Four-eyed Tianji have to pat the nurse's butt before the surgery, what kind of ritual is this? Four-eyed Tianji walked toward me, “Spread your legs.” Then he put on his mask and gloves. “Eh, why are you a man?” “I've always been a man.” “What's wrong with you?” “I'm pregnant.” “Are you crazy? How can a man be pregnant?” “How would I know, didn't you say so?” “Oh, that's wrong, that's wrong.” “Then what illness do I have? I feel nauseous, want to vomit, can't eat anything.” “It's a cold, go home and sleep for a couple of days and you'll be fine. Look at you, coming to the hospital to make trouble for no reason!” “I…” I was speechless, “You…” still a bit speechless, “you damn it!”
