The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 129 Being Mocked

Lin Dachun staggered as he walked out of the cold, white hospital building.

The blazing sun shone brightly, and the streets were bustling with people, their cries of vendors, bicycle bells, and voices blending into a noisy background.

But all of this seemed to be seen through a layer of frosted glass—blurred and distant.

His mind was still replaying Dr. Wu's calm, emotionless words, and the wide-eyed stares of the female interns and nurses when they looked at him.

Especially when Dr. Wu was explaining andrology, he actually...?

It's beyond our control.

Because I drank alcohol last night, the aphrodisiac effects of the alcohol haven't completely worn off yet.

Then the most embarrassing thing happened.

After Lin Dachun finished, he covered his face, took the money, and ran out.

"How can I face anyone like this? I'm a grown man, a rough guy, how could I do something so shameful?" Lin Dachun couldn't help but feel cold inside.

Ten yuan was in his right trouser pocket, along with two new five-yuan bills, sticking out stiffly against his thigh.

"Hey, comrade! Please wait a moment!"

Lin Dachun didn't realize he was being called until the footsteps caught up behind him and a fair hand patted his shoulder.

He jerked violently, as if burned by hot tongs, and took a step forward before turning around.

They were three young women in white coats, probably in their early twenties, all with neatly combed short hair and rosy cheeks, whether from running or excitement, it was hard to tell.

They wore white lab coats, washed so white they shone brightly in the blazing sun.

Lin Dachun was stunned. His first thought was that something hadn't been done at the hospital, and that the ten yuan had been given to the wrong person and should be taken back.

He instinctively clutched his pocket tighter.

But looking at their white coats and their youthful appearance, with rosy cheeks, Lin Dachun wondered if they were the interns from earlier.

"Comrade," the round-faced girl at the front gasped, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "you're that...model from earlier, right?"

The word "model" felt like a needle, making Lin Dachun tense all over.

He nodded, his throat dry, unable to speak.

The girl next to the round-faced girl, who looked more demure, stepped forward. Her voice was soft, with the gentle tone typical of city girls: "We...we are all new interns. You cooperated so well inside just now."

Cooperate?

Lin Dachun's mind went blank.

What did he cooperate with?

You can't even control your own body anymore, it's so embarrassing, and you call that cooperation?

The third girl was taller and her face was even redder. She seemed to have mustered all her courage before speaking: "We just wanted to ask... which village are you from? What's your name?"

This question was quite unexpected.

Lin Dachun opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Is there any need for you to know? Do you want to spread my shameful secrets throughout our village?"

"No, no," the three female interns shook their heads in unison, saying shyly, "We are, it is us."

"We'd like to get in touch with you," another female intern couldn't help but say.

"Why are you contacting me?" Lin Dachun asked, completely bewildered.

"I'll write you a letter."

"Why are you writing to me?" Lin Dachun still didn't understand.

The three female interns lowered their heads, looked at each other, and all looked embarrassed, not knowing how to express themselves.

After all, in this era, some things cannot be expressed directly.

"That's right, you can write to us if you feel unwell or have any medical questions," the second sweet-looking girl said, her mind suddenly sparking an idea.

Upon hearing this, Lin Dachun found it reasonable and said:

"I'm from Linjiatun. My name is Lin Dachun. But let me make this clear, you can't spread my embarrassing story everywhere. I feel like dying today," Lin Dachun explained.

"Haha, uncle." The round-faced girl covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "We're here from the city medical school for our internships, and we'll be staying in town for three months. Today... today has truly been an eye-opening experience."

As she spoke, her face flushed even more, but her eyes boldly met Lin Dachun's: "I've only ever seen illustrations in books before, but seeing the real thing today feels completely different."

It's real.

These three words made Lin Dachun's face burn instantly.

He remembered the curtain being drawn back, his naked body exposed to those gazes, and Dr. Wu pointing out and explaining those parts with his pointer.

Now, these female students from the city are chasing after us, saying they've "opened their eyes" and that it's "real."

He felt all the blood rushing to his head, his ears ringing, and shame washing over him like a tidal wave, almost drowning him.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

"Uncle," the sweet-voiced girl spoke again, her voice still soft, yet filled with sincere earnestness, "Please don't misunderstand. We just feel... you have a particularly dedicated spirit. You're willing to cooperate in teaching so that we students can learn something truly valuable. That's rare."

Dedication?

Lin Dachun almost burst out laughing.

He did it for ten dollars. Ten dollars! Not some bullshit spirit of selflessness.

"We...we can write to you?" the tall girl suddenly asked, then lowered her head shyly. "We just...we wanted to ask you some questions. About life in the countryside, and...um, you're so fit, how do you maintain that?"

"Fine, you city folks are really funny," Lin Dachun said awkwardly.

"Then I'll be going now."

"Um."

The three female interns nodded and whispered among themselves behind Lin Dachun's back.

Lin Dachun glanced back at them, and they immediately shut up, covering their mouths, their faces flushed, and they kept laughing.

In Lin Dachun's eyes, they must have been mocking him.