Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 25

The doctor’s words gave Su Yin quite a shock. She quickly turned back to look at the masked doctor in front of her, only to see that her brows were furrowed tightly and she looked very serious.

“Why would you call the police?” Su Yin was completely confused. She was just here for a checkup—why would the police need to be involved?

Seeing how surprised Su Yin was, the doctor hurried to reassure her. “Don’t panic. Let me ask you something—do you often get hit or yelled at by your partner at home?”

Su Yin thought about it. It was true.

But she didn’t dare nod.

She’d just nodded twice earlier, and now the doctor wanted to call the police. If she nodded again, would Ming Muyao get arrested?

Seeing Su Yin staying silent, the doctor said seriously, “Don’t be afraid, young lady. We live in a society governed by law. If you’re being abused at home, you can call the police anytime. Someone will help you. Don’t be scared of your partner causing trouble.”

Su Yin seemed to snap out of it and quickly shook her head. “No, I—I’m fine. I just came here to see a doctor. I’m not trying to call the police.”

The doctor was shocked by her response and said urgently, “You can’t just grin and bear it. When it comes to domestic violence, there’s no such thing as just once—it’s either never or countless times. If you keep covering for this alpha, you’ll be the one who suffers in the end!”

Su Yin opened her mouth to say something, but the doctor cut her off. “You know better than I do what kind of damage your body’s been through. Your gland—this is the worst injury I’ve ever seen. If it’s not handled properly, it might have to be removed. This isn’t something small. You have to take it seriously.”

“I… I…”

“Don’t talk right now,” the doctor said gently. “Stay here in my office. I’m going to call security.”

She reached for the landline in her office, and Su Yin immediately stood up. “Don’t call security! I really just came to get checked out. If you do this… I’m leaving!”

She left without even grabbing her medical records or documents.

Ming Muyao was sitting outside reading news on her phone when she saw Su Yin come out so quickly. She stood up in surprise and walked over, gently helping her up and asking in a low voice, “What happened? Why are you out so soon? Did something go wrong?”

Su Yin clutched Ming Muyao’s sleeve tightly and whispered, “The doctor wants to call the police!”

Ming Muyao was stunned.

Why on earth would the police be involved?

But a second later, she figured there must’ve been a misunderstanding.

Su Yin wasn’t good with words—she was always soft-spoken, and when something urgent happened, she could barely talk at all. The doctor must’ve misunderstood, and Su Yin couldn’t explain clearly, so she panicked and ran out.

Ming Muyao gave an awkward smile as she saw the doctor following them out.

“Don’t worry,” she said, patting Su Yin’s shoulder. “I’ll go explain. Just wait here for me.”

Letting go of Su Yin’s hand, Ming Muyao turned and met the doctor’s intense gaze, then led her back into the office.

No one knew what Ming Muyao said in there, but when she came back out a few minutes later, she looked exhausted.

Su Yin immediately stepped up to her, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Ming Muyao said, taking her hand. “The doctor wants both of us to go in.”

She brought Su Yin back into the consultation room. The doctor still looked upset—she stared at Ming Muyao like she had knives in her eyes. But Ming Muyao acted like she didn’t see it. She helped Su Yin sit in the chair and stood beside her, saying to the doctor, “She’s here.”

The doctor shot a glance at Ming Muyao, then turned to Su Yin and began asking questions while flipping through her chart.

Ming Muyao couldn’t understand most of it—it sounded like a bunch of medical jargon. But Su Yin seemed to know what the doctor was talking about and answered the questions well.

After the questioning, the doctor led Su Yin to the bed at the back of the room, pulled the curtain closed, and began the examination.

Ming Muyao could hear some movement behind the curtain but had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that when Su Yin came back out, the tips of her ears were bright red.

“Next, we’ll do some imaging and a bl00d test,” the doctor said as she disinfected her hands and wrote out more orders. She turned to Ming Muyao. “Go pay for these.”

The rest of the afternoon, Ming Muyao was running all over the hospital with the forms, finally getting a full taste of the whole process.

When they got the lab results back, the doctor said to both of them, “This is serious. The gland is severely damaged, and you’re currently unable to go into heat. We’ll start with conservative treatment. If there’s no improvement, we’ll consider surgery.”

Su Yin turned pale the moment she heard the word surgery. She looked at Ming Muyao nervously. “Is there any way to avoid surgery?”

Ming Muyao stroked her head gently. “Let’s listen to the doctor.”

The doctor seemed pleased by that and gave Ming Muyao a glance. “Recovery will be slower with conservative treatment. I’ll prescribe some medication. Combine it with therapy. Come to the hospital once a week. We’ll evaluate it after a month. If it’s not effective, we’ll try something else.”

“Okay.” Ming Muyao took the new prescription and turned to Su Yin. “Let’s focus on treatment first. Don’t worry too much.”

Su Yin still didn’t look great. She glanced at Ming Muyao, wanting to say something but holding back.

After paying at the window and waiting in line to pick up the medication, the day’s tasks were finally done. Ming Muyao let out a long sigh of relief.

While sitting in the car, Su Yin looked down at the pile of medicine bottles at her feet, then turned to Ming Muyao. “Is all this really expensive?”

Ming Muyao glanced at her and smiled. “Not at all. It’s just a little money.”

Su Yin fidgeted. “Maybe… we shouldn’t do the treatment. I feel like not having a heat cycle is kind of nice, actually.”

But Ming Muyao shook her head. “Losing your heat cycle because your gland is damaged is just the surface problem. The pheromones that can’t be released properly will keep circulating in your body. That’s not good either. Don’t worry so much—just follow the treatment plan.”

Su Yin pouted but didn’t argue.

Once they got home, Ming Muyao called over Aunt Chen, and the three of them had a little family meeting in the living room.

“We went to the hospital today, and Su Yin’s condition isn’t great,” Ming Muyao said, stepping into the role of head of the household. “The doctor gave us a treatment plan. We’ll need to go to the hospital once a week. I might not always have time, so I’m counting on you to go with her.”

Aunt Chen didn’t hesitate to agree. Looking at the pile of bottles on the table, her brows furrowed. “All this is for Yin Yin? That’s a lot of medicine.”

But Ming Muyao didn’t think it was too bad. It was normal to need more medication at the beginning.

“We’ll reduce the dosage over time.” She explained to Aunt Chen how to take each medicine and reminded her, “If Su Yin forgets, please remind her. Once the meds run out, we’ll go back to the hospital for a follow-up.”

Aunt Chen nodded seriously. “Leave it to me. I’ll make sure she takes them on time.”

Ming Muyao turned to Su Yin, who was sitting nearby, and said softly, “Don’t forget the topical medicine either. If this month’s treatment doesn’t work, we’ll have to change plans. You don’t want surgery, right?”

Of course Su Yin didn’t. She was scared of pain. She hadn’t said it before, but now she didn’t bother hiding it.

After Aunt Chen left with the medicine, Su Yin turned to Ming Muyao and scooted closer. “What did you tell the doctor today? Why did she suddenly calm down?”

She clearly remembered that the doctor had been ready to call the police, but after a few minutes with Ming Muyao, she’d completely changed her attitude.

Su Yin had been wondering about it the whole time and still couldn’t figure it out.

Looking into Su Yin’s clear eyes, Ming Muyao’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned away. “You really want to know?”

Su Yin nodded.

Ming Muyao asked again, “Then you have to promise—no getting mad, no overthinking.”

Su Yin blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand why it had to be so serious, but she nodded anyway. “I won’t get mad or overthink.”

“Okay.” Ming Muyao cleared her throat and leaned in close to Su Yin’s ear, whispering, “I told the doctor we were both remarried. I said those marks were from your first partner, that jerk, and had nothing to do with me.”

The warm breath from Ming Muyao tickled Su Yin’s ear, making her shiver all over.

Her skin broke out in goosebumps. For some reason, Ming Muyao’s voice sounded especially nice just then—it made her whole body go soft and tingly.

But the content of those words made Su Yin’s eyes widen.

She looked at Ming Muyao, who was so close—so close that she could hear her heartbeat.

“…Why did you say we were remarried?” Su Yin stared into her eyes, completely confused.

Ming Muyao opened her mouth but didn’t answer. Instead, she wrapped an arm around Su Yin’s waist and gently pulled her closer.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know it wasn’t the most respectful thing to say. You’re my only partner, and saying we’re remarried kind of disrespects that. But I wasn’t thinking too hard in the moment—I just wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.”

Still holding her, Ming Muyao added softly, “If you’re upset, I apologize. I won’t say that again, okay?”

Su Yin’s ears were red. She didn’t dare meet Ming Muyao’s gaze. She just sat beside her with her head down, then said after a long pause, “I don’t mind. You can say whatever you want.”

“So you are mad,” Ming Muyao sighed, letting go of her and sitting upright again. “I only said that to the doctor. I promise I won’t say anything like that again.”

Su Yin didn’t reply, but when Ming Muyao let go of her, her heart felt oddly empty.

Her gland was damaged—she wasn’t supposed to go into heat anymore. So why did it feel like her whole body was burning up?

That doesn’t make any sense…

Su Yin looked at Ming Muyao without saying a word, then got up and slipped into the kitchen.

Somehow, it felt like that was the only place she belonged.

After staying up late to finish reviewing the remaining files, Ming Muyao finally went through all the documents her assistant had delivered. The only thing left was to visit each company and make sure nothing was wrong.

The past couple of days had been drizzly and gray. Today, the rain had finally stopped, but the sky was still overcast, casting a gloomy atmosphere over everything.

Ming Muyao stood on the balcony outside her study, breathing in the damp, post-rain air. It was cool and refreshing.

Just then, she spotted a green delivery scooter pull up to the gate. The driver rang the bell and handed a document envelope to Aunt Chen.

A file?

Ming Muyao was curious. What did someone send this time?