AAISBMEBF Chapter 1: Pregnancy

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🍊Chapter 1-20

🍊Chapter 21-40

🍊Chapter 41-60

Cui Xisheng hadn't seen Meng Jiangtian for a week, and the last image of him in his mind was unusually clear: "My girlfriend has returned to the country. We shouldn’t see each other anymore."

From the first time Cui Xisheng met Meng Jiangtian in their freshman year, it was love at first sight. He still remembered how he persistently pursued Meng Jiangtian for an entire semester before finally winning him over.

"Your girlfriend? Then what am I?" Cui Xisheng still remembered how hysterical he had looked at that moment—it must have been an ugly sight.

"A fling." Meng Jiangtian's two cold words shattered Cui Xisheng completely.

Thinking back, in their three years together, Meng Jiangtian had never once said he liked him or loved him.

Whenever they met, it always ended up with them in bed.

"A fling?!" Cui Xisheng was stunned by those words for a long time.

"No strings attached." After saying that, Meng Jiangtian walked away without looking back.

Cui Xisheng suddenly understood—Meng Jiangtian actually liked women. He had only kept Cui Xisheng around as a casual partner because men wouldn't cause complications.

But Cui Xisheng only wallowed in sorrow for a day before pulling himself together.

They were both men, both medical students, both had bright futures ahead. Who couldn't live without whom?

Besides, he had been comfortable for the past three years too—who was really using whom?

Neither Meng Jiangtian nor Cui Xisheng came from wealthy families. To ensure a future more successful than Meng Jiangtian’s, Cui Xisheng buried himself in the library and studied like mad for six days straight.

But studying required technique—cramming knowledge into his brain mindlessly didn't necessarily mean he was learning effectively.

Cui Xisheng found himself unable to focus on his medical textbooks anymore. He was also tired of eating instant noodles in the library every day. Checking the time on his phone, he decided to go out and treat himself to a good meal.

There were many small eateries near the university entrance, and Cui Xisheng stepped into a barbecue restaurant.

Coming from the Northeast, Cui Xisheng loved barbecue and spicy food. But Meng Jiangtian didn’t like spicy or greasy foods, so Cui Xisheng had restrained himself for three years. Today, he was going to indulge—spicy food, barbecue, as much as he wanted.

The barbecue was delicious but expensive. His indulgence resulted in a bill of over a hundred yuan.

His monthly allowance was only a thousand yuan, so spending 118 yuan in one go made his heart ache, as if his stomach was protesting in solidarity.

Rubbing his bloated stomach, he left the barbecue restaurant. But he hadn't walked far before he realized his stomach really was rebelling.

A wave of excruciating pain hit him, and he collapsed by a roadside trash can, vomiting violently. The barbecue he had just eaten came back up before it even had a chance to digest.

Squatting by the roadside, Cui Xisheng cried his heart out. When life wasn't going well, everything seemed to go wrong.

Getting dumped was bad enough, but even eating a meal ended in disaster. That 118 yuan was completely wasted.

He had vomited so hard that his chest ached and his throat burned. Feeling his forehead, he realized it was slightly hot—he might have a fever.

As a medical student, Cui Xisheng knew he should go to the hospital.

There was a university hospital near their medical school, where many graduates went for internships, though only a few made it through the rigorous selection.

The hospital wasn’t far—just a fifteen-minute walk—but he was feeling too weak. With his head spinning, he hailed a taxi instead.

He didn’t even make it to the hospital before passing out in the taxi.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in a hospital bed. He was the only patient in the room, but there were many doctors gathered around his bed. An elderly doctor sat at his bedside, flipping through some documents with a strange expression on his face, as if the papers contained something shocking.

"Doctor." Cui Xisheng struggled to open his mouth and call out, his throat aching terribly. He wanted water.

Hearing his voice, the old doctor looked up, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he asked with concern, "You're awake. How are you feeling? Do you have any unusual sensations in your stomach?"

The other doctors surrounding the bed instantly leaned in. Their gazes were all too familiar to Cui Xisheng—it was the same look he and his classmates had when they experimented on lab mice.

Being stared at like that made him nervous. Had he contracted some incurable disease? Or was it some rare medical condition that had piqued their interest?

"Water." Despite his unease, all he could think about at that moment was drinking water.

"Water? Yes, yes, quickly, get some water. After vomiting, one needs to drink water," the old doctor immediately instructed the young doctors around him.

One of them hurried off and soon returned with a cup of warm water. When handing it to Cui Xisheng, the young doctor was exceptionally kind, as if he were a close family member. "The water is warm now, drink slowly."

Cui Xisheng, feeling uneasy, took the cup cautiously while warily eyeing the doctors surrounding him. But the moment the water touched his lips, his thirst overcame his suspicion. Tilting his head back, he gulped down the entire cup.

His throat finally felt better, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Feeling any better?" the old doctor asked with a warm smile.

Looking at the old doctor, Cui Xisheng couldn't stand the suspense any longer. He asked, "Doctor, do I have some kind of incurable disease? Just tell me—I can handle it."

The old doctor’s smile suddenly vanished, and he looked at Cui Xisheng seriously. "Can you really handle it?"

The doctor's expression made Cui Xisheng's heart sink. Was it really that bad? Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to say, "I can handle it."

"When you arrived, you had already passed out. We found your student ID in your pocket. You're a student at Huafeng University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, correct?

I contacted one of your professors, and he retrieved your academic record. Since you're a third-year student, you should be able to understand this. Take a look for yourself."

The old doctor handed Cui Xisheng a piece of paper. It was an ultrasound image, and at first glance, he recognized it as a pregnancy ultrasound. The report confirmed a gestation of approximately seven weeks.

The most absurd part was that the report had his name on it. Staring at those three familiar Chinese characters, Cui Xisheng found the whole thing increasingly ridiculous.

Seven weeks—forty-nine days. A month and a half ago, he had still been with Meng Jiangtian. They rarely talked; most of their time together was spent in bed.

But even if they had done it a million times, pregnancy was simply impossible. He liked men, but he was a man—a real, pure man.

A man getting pregnant? Maybe God could make that happen.

Glancing at the doctors surrounding him, Cui Xisheng suspected they had never seen a "pregnant man" before and were simply here to gawk at the spectacle.

Realizing he wasn’t dying of some terminal illness, Cui Xisheng let out a sigh of relief. Holding up the ultrasound report, he said to the old doctor, "Doctor, I strongly suspect you've mixed up my test results with some pregnant woman’s.

I’m a real man, and there is absolutely no way I could be pregnant.

If you don’t believe me, then have the female doctors leave the room. I can strip naked and prove it to you."

Cui Xisheng started tugging at his waistband, ready to take off his pants.

The old doctor chuckled helplessly and pressed down on Cui Xisheng's hand. "Student, to be honest, at first, we also thought there had been a mistake. That’s why, while you were unconscious, we conducted multiple tests.

This ultrasound was taken by me personally, and I am certain that the person lying on that examination table was you. This is exactly what is happening inside your abdomen.

This is your blood test result. I drew the blood myself and analyzed it myself. You still have the needle mark on your arm—see for yourself."

The old doctor handed another report to Cui Xisheng.

Taking it, Cui Xisheng's eyes immediately locked onto a specific number.

Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (HCG): 8888.

What a lucky number. But to Cui Xisheng, it was nothing short of a joke.

For normal men, the reference value of HCG should be below 2.6. Even for non-pregnant women, it would be under 5.3. This hormone only surged during pregnancy.

His levels matched those of someone who was seven weeks pregnant.

Though shocked, Cui Xisheng quickly calmed down.

No matter how convincing the ultrasound or blood test results were, as long as he was still a man, pregnancy was impossible.

Besides, medical reports could be easily falsified.

The real question was—why were these people trying so hard to convince him he was pregnant? What was it about him that had caught their attention?

"Still don’t believe it? That’s fine. I understand this is hard to accept, so I’ve already arranged for another ultrasound.

If you don’t trust the reports, we can do a live scan right now—you can see for yourself," the old doctor said, having anticipated Cui Xisheng’s doubts.

"Alright," Cui Xisheng agreed. It was his own body—he would see what kind of trick they were trying to pull.

"Let me introduce myself. I’m the director of Huafeng University Hospital. My name is Hao Ren. And I really am a good person—I don’t lie," the old doctor said as Cui Xisheng lay on the examination bed in the ultrasound room.

Hao Ren had dismissed everyone else, choosing to conduct the scan himself. The monitor had been repositioned so that Cui Xisheng could see it directly.

"You’re Director Hao?" As a student of Huaxi University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Cui Xisheng naturally knew about the director of Huafeng University Hospital.

Hao Ren had an outstanding reputation, with achievements so great that he was almost a legendary figure at the university.

Cui Xisheng had seen his photos before, but since the old man had been wearing a mask the whole time, he hadn’t made the connection.

Now, as Hao Ren removed his mask and smiled at him, Cui Xisheng had no doubts—it really was him.

For the first time, Cui Xisheng wavered in his belief that these doctors were trying to deceive him.

Could it be… that he really was pregnant? But how was that even possible?

As the probe touched his abdomen, the monitor displayed the internal image of his belly—identical to the previous ultrasound.

Unconvinced, Cui Xisheng grabbed the probe and moved it around himself. No matter the angle, the black dot was still there.

His hands trembled, and he nearly dropped the probe. Staring at the screen, he was completely lost.

He really was… pregnant!

"Director, can men really get pregnant?" Cui Xisheng looked at Hao Ren in a daze, his entire worldview collapsing.

"In theory, no. But after examining you, I discovered that your body has two complete reproductive systems—one male and one female.

This is the first time I’ve ever encountered such a case. This might just be a miracle of life.

If you're willing, you can come to the hospital whenever you have any issues during your pregnancy. Your medical expenses will be fully covered.

However, I’d like you to cooperate with us for some research. I’m truly curious about how your body will nurture a baby."

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