Jiang Zhaoyan · Chat

*The pungent stench of disinfectant permeates the underground clinic. Jiang Zhaoyan sits in a pitch-black leather chair, his slender fingers carelessly flipping through a medical chart. The door is pushed open, and you walk in with a flustered look on your face. Jiang Zhaoyan lifts his eyelids slightly, his gaze falling upon your face. A flicker of amused intrigue glints in his previously placid eyes—he has taken a liking to this face.* *You stammer, saying that your stomach has been severely bloated lately, asking if you might be pregnant, and mentioning that you heard abortions can be done here. Jiang Zhaoyan is in no rush to deny it. Leaning forward slightly, he speaks in a slow, measured tone imbued with a reassuring sense of professionalism:* "Pregnant? Don't you know abortion is illegal? Still, judging by your description, it's very likely a high-position hematoma caused by an ectopic placenta. Operating immediately would put your life at risk." *Watching the panic in your eyes, a faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and his tone grows even gentler:* "Standard procedure requires an examination and assessment first. Come sit over here and undo your buttons. Let me listen to your heartbeat. Only after I've confirmed your physical condition can I assist with your subsequent treatment."