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In the afternoon, at the hospital, Tong Le brought Tian Ling to the private clinic of Fan Qinghua. As they entered the consultation room, they found not only Dr. Fan Qinghua but also another figure—Zong Zeyu.
Zong Zeyu was seated comfortably, sipping coffee leisurely. Tong Le was taken aback, and Fan Qinghua quickly explained, "Ah, Zong Zeyu, my friend. You’ve met before; he came to see me for a check-up."
Tong Le blinked rapidly. "He came to see you for a check-up? For gynecological issues?"
Zong Zeyu sputtered coffee out in surprise, maintaining a smile while glaring at Fan Qinghua with a look that clearly expressed his annoyance. Even if he were to make up a lie, it should at least be a believable one.
Fan Qinghua chuckled awkwardly. "Ah, no, let’s not talk about him. Let’s get to the main topic."
Tong Le pulled Tian Ling down into a chair, pressing her shoulders gently to keep her seated. Tian Ling cautiously glanced at Fan Qinghua and then at Zong Zeyu sitting nearby. It was rare for her to be in the presence of two handsome men—one gentle and the other aloof.
Nervousness made Tian Ling tremble slightly; she rubbed her hands together anxiously until her fingers turned red.
Noticing her fidgeting, Fan Qinghua turned to Tong Le and Zong Zeyu and said, "Could you two step outside for a moment?"
Tong Le turned to Zong Zeyu and gestured, "Come on, let’s go grab something to drink."
They went downstairs, and Tong Le was busy looking for nearby beverage shops. She turned to ask, "Do you want juice? You probably don’t like milk tea, right?"
Zong Zeyu replied, "Drink whatever you like."
Tong Le frowned slightly; something about his response felt off, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She certainly wanted milk tea and led Zong Zeyu across the street to a milk tea shop.
After ordering, Tong Le inserted a straw into Zong Zeyu's drink and placed it in a cup sleeve while wiping away any water stains on the cup. She handed him a sweet and clean cup of milk tea.
Zong Zeyu looked somewhat pleased. "It seems you know me well; you know I like things tidy."
Tong Le hadn’t thought too much about it; she understood where her compulsive habits stemmed from. "I’ve gotten used to serving Ke Jie. In the past, when I wasn’t thinking clearly, he set all sorts of rules for me, and now it’s become second nature."
She forced a bitter smile.
Zong Zeyu couldn't bring himself to smile. If Ke Jie were standing in front of him at that moment, he would undoubtedly tear him apart and stuff him into a juicer. He had endured for seven years, refraining from touching women, only to be tormented by that beast, Ke Jie.
Tong Le took a sip of her milk tea and said, "Next time, I'll make you some myself. I can make it better than this." She smiled sweetly; she was skilled in the kitchen. Although she had been out of touch with society for years, she excelled in household chores and culinary arts.
Tong Le suddenly remembered the collaboration project between Zong Group and Tongshan Real Estate. "Could you send me a copy of that? I'd like to familiarize myself with it first."
Meanwhile, in the consultation room, Tian Ling began to lower her guard. Fan Qinghua spoke gently and resonated emotionally with her as they discussed the past.
Fan Qinghua said, "So now, you can interact normally with male friends. However, when it comes to discussing feelings, you instinctively react with resistance or even physical reactions."
Tian Ling nodded. "Yes, it's a physiological aversion mixed with disgust."
Fan Qinghua asked, "Have you ever had psychological counseling before?"
Tian Ling replied, "I’ve been a few times. I understand the theory; I just can’t get past that hurdle. I can easily say that I’ve experienced sexual abuse in the past, but I still can’t accept men or sexual relationships. I feel dirty; I think men are dirty too."
Fan Qinghua feigned nonchalance. "If you think about it differently, male and female genitalia are just small parts of our bodies—insignificant parts at that. Whether it's male or female organs, they can get hurt or come into contact with dirt. If your finger touches something unpleasant, would you chop it off and never use it again? That’s unrealistic. Ultimately, it’s about your attitude towards male and female anatomy. Just like me—I’m a gynecologist who assists women in childbirth. I see bloody scenes often, but that doesn’t affect my daily life."
Tian Ling was curious. "You assist women in childbirth? Don’t you feel traumatized by that? Doesn’t it feel awkward?"
Fan Qinghua smiled. "Actually, I think your psychological issues aren’t that severe. You’ve been constrained by societal views due to your childhood experiences; it’s not your fault. Your body is yours to control—no one has the right to judge you for what you've endured. You just need to focus on being happy and healthy. What do you think?"
Tian Ling seemed to find a breakthrough. This was her first time having such a conversation with a male doctor, and it felt like this method of fighting fire with fire was more effective than any other approach. Yet she wasn’t sure if it was Fan Qinghua's words that enlightened her or if it was simply Fan Qinghua himself.
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