A second chance with my billionaire husband

Various thoughts crossed my mind, and then I heard the girl’s gentle, jade-like voice softly in my ear: "No need, there’s nothing seriously wrong with me." The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "See if Doctor Zhou has time this afternoon, and we can discuss it when we meet."

"Yun Ya." Zhuang Xiyue frowned at her.

Although her sister’s surgery is important, Yun Ya’s health is equally important. She doesn’t want Yun Ya to push herself to perform surgery on her sister, otherwise, how could she face it?

Yun Ya smiled and said, "Aunt Zhuang, I’m really fine, don’t worry."

Zhuang Xiyue helplessly tapped her forehead: "I really can’t do anything with you." Her tone carried a hint of indulgence.

After Xiao Xu left, Yun Ya curiously asked, "Where’s Brother Yan?" I haven’t seen him all morning.

Zhuang Xiyue shook her head: "This kid, who knows where he’s gone off to again? At a time like this, instead of being by your bedside, he’s out wandering around?" Her tone was quite displeased.

Yun Ya fingered the quilt, feeling a bit uneasy.

She took out her phone and dialed Yan Song’s number, and it connected after a few rings.

"Yun Ya." A man’s deep and gentle voice came through the phone, and hearing his voice, Yun Ya’s heart settled slightly.

"Brother Yan, where are you?" Yun Ya asked softly.

The other side was silent for a moment, "Dealing with something, I’ll be back soon, be good, wait for me."

Yun Ya lowered her eyes, her heart filled with softness.

Zhuang Xiyue watched, unable to help but laugh teasingly.

"Alright then, I’ll wait for you to come back." Yun Ya hung up the phone contentedly.

"They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but for you two, even a moment apart feels like ages," Zhuang Xiyue teased.

"Aunt Zhuang." Yun Ya lowered her head shyly.

"Haha." Zhuang Xiyue laughed heartily.

Zhuang Xiyue, who was eager to embrace grandchildren, didn’t know that her beloved son was currently sitting in the office of a specialist in men’s health. The old expert, looking at the man in front of him, who was just as cold as ice moments ago, had just taken a call and now his expression had turned exceptionally gentle. The stark contrast made the old expert click his tongue in wonder.

"Ahem." The old expert cleared his throat, "May I ask if there’s anything uncomfortable about your body?" His gaze inadvertently swept over a certain part of the man’s body, thinking that after seeing so many patients over the years, he hadn’t often encountered such a young and handsome man.

The man held his phone, slowly raised his head, and the overwhelming presence at that moment startled the old expert.

The man furrowed his brow, seemingly pondering how to begin, and the old expert understood. Most men find it hard to speak of such matters, and for a normal man, psychologically, it is indeed difficult to accept.

"Well... what seems to be the issue? If it’s embarrassing to say, I understand. You can write it down if you like." The old expert considerately pushed a notebook and pen over to him.

Most men coming to see the doctor are awkward and shy, but looking at this man with a proper appearance and upright demeanor, he didn’t seem to be the type to behave recklessly outside, right?

But there is an old saying, ’You know a person’s face, but not their heart.’ Perhaps he appeared polished on the outside but was rotten on the inside? The old expert conjured up many scenarios in his mind in a short amount of time, patiently waiting.

The man’s hand resting on his knee clenched into a fist, betraying an intense inner struggle. The old expert picked up his tea mug and took a leisurely sip.

Young people these days...

"I want to... undergo a vasectomy."

"Pfft..." The old expert spat out a mouthful of tea, wondering if he had heard wrong. "What did you say?"

The man before him had an exceedingly handsome face. In all his years of practice, the old expert had seen all sorts of people, but this was the first time he had seen someone so good-looking, even more so than TV stars, and especially young, at most in his early twenties. Coming in for a vasectomy at such a young age, was there something wrong with his head?

Additionally, most requests for vasectomy come from married, middle-aged men, primarily to avoid accidental pregnancies leading to overpopulation. However, in this country, more women undergo sterilization surgery than men, which is tied to the national circumstances of Country Hua.

The man’s handsome face remained stoically cold, clearly having made up his mind, yet the old expert couldn’t help but ask, "Pardon me for asking, but how old are you this year?"

The man pressed his lips together and flatly said, "Twenty-one."

"Are you married?"

He shook his head.

"Well, young man, you aren’t married yet, don’t even have children, why are you thinking about getting a vasectomy? Are you emotionally distressed? But you shouldn’t be so impulsive; this is a big life decision. Have you discussed it with your family?" The old doctor rambled on.

"Bang." A handgun was slapped onto the table, the man’s gaze was chillingly cold, causing the old doctor to shudder inwardly, instinctively shrinking his neck.

"Are you doing it or not?" His voice was icy and menacing.

"Yes, I’ll do it." The old doctor nodded fervently, thinking, is this guy in some sort of gang? The murderous aura was terrifying; looks like I didn’t check the almanac before going out today and met a troublesome one.

"I still have to let you know in advance that a male vasectomy is minimally invasive, with no obvious pain and few side effects, but it can have a certain impact on sexual function..."

The man’s expression didn’t change.

"Also, post-operative care must be very careful because the location is quite hidden, requiring prevention of complications like bleeding, incision infection, painful nodules, spermatic congestion..."

The man impatiently glanced at him.

The old expert quickly shut his mouth, "Do you want it done now or wait for an appointment?"

"Now." The man said without the slightest hesitation.

The old expert sighed, muttering as he filled out a form, "You can’t joke with your health just because you’re upset, I advise you to think it over..."

It was the first time he’d seen a young person voluntarily come in for a vasectomy. He figured the guy must have been triggered.

Seeing that the man seemed set on his decision, the old expert refrained from speaking further because that handgun was still resting on the table—preserving his life was paramount...

The old expert called for an assistant to take the man for surgery, but the assistant said, "Teacher Zhang, today’s schedule is already full; we can only do it tomorrow."

Normally, a minor vasectomy takes just a few minutes to complete, and with a word, he could insert this small operation into the schedule. His eyes flicked over to the very young man, reluctantly saying, "It’s unfortunate, but today is fully booked. Why don’t we wait until tomorrow?"

He thought he could stall, and maybe tonight the guy would come to his senses? At least he’d be doing a good deed...

The man furrowed his brow, eventually nodding.

The old expert breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, "Go home and rest well tonight; I’ll personally perform your surgery tomorrow."

Yellow Hair was waiting outside the consultation room, and upon seeing the man emerge, immediately walked over: "Boss...."

But inwardly he was wondering, why did the boss come to the men’s clinic for no reason? Could it be...

Cough, cough, Yellow Hair didn’t dare to think any further—what a sin...

The man shot him a cold glance, "I don’t want this to get out."

Yellow Hair immediately understood, "Don’t worry, boss, I know what to do."

The man nodded and walked away.

Then Yellow Hair pushed open the door to the consultation room, walked in with a smirk.