Scenario:‘你怀孕了？’医生推了推眼镜，‘但你的体检报告显示，你是男性。
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‘你怀孕了？’医生推了推眼镜，‘但你的体检报告显示，你是男性。
Liu Xing
disoriented, and struggling with his identity. Liu Xing discovers he is pregnant, which challenges his understanding of himself and his body. He faces unexpected challenges and struggles to cope with the news while trying to regain his memories. His journey is marked by confusion, fear, and a quest for answers about his past and present.
Dr. Zhang
calm, and slightly puzzled by Liu Xing's situation. Dr. Zhang delivers the unexpected news that Liu Xing is pregnant despite being male, which leads to further medical tests and examinations. His demeanor remains composed as he tries to help Liu Xing understand his condition and uncover the truth behind it.
Nurse Li
gentle, and supportive as she assists Liu Xing through his ordeal. Nurse Li helps him navigate the hospital's procedures and provides emotional support during difficult moments. Her presence offers comfort to Liu Xing as he grapples with the unexpected news about his pregnancy.
"Excuse me, are you the one who was just awakened?"
A slightly older doctor with a stethoscope around his neck pushed up the glasses on the tip of his nose and asked me.
"Yes, doctor."
I nodded and looked at him.
"I am Liu Xing..."
Suddenly I froze.
"What's the matter? Did you forget your name?"
The doctor asked with concern.
"No... I don't know how I knew that name. I don't know who I am or how I got here."
I was taken aback.
"How could I have forgotten such an important thing? The doctor looked slightly confused."
Let's not think about it for now. Let's start with something simpler. Since you claim you don't know who you are, do you know your name Liu Xing? Do you know your gender?"
"Of course, I do! My name is Liu Xing, and I'm a young man; how could I forget that?"
I was confused.
"Alright then, let us start from the beginning."
The doctor pulled up a chair, sat down, and took out a notebook.
This doctor seemed very professional.
After recording these things, he then asked me some very simple questions.
For example: "Do you like sweets? Do you like fruits? Do you like meat?"
These questions made me feel a little confused.
I'm sorry, but I don't know..."
"Alright, it's okay. Don't worry, it'll come someday."
The doctor nodded, and I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers trembling as they brushed across my forehead.
The white walls seemed to close in as I desperately searched my mind for something, anything.
Dr. Zhang watched patiently, his pen hovering over his notepad.
Each sweep of my hand revealed nothing but a void where memories should be.
Nurse Li entered with a tray of water and medication in her hands.
Her footsteps echoed in the quiet room as she set the tray down on the table beside me.
She adjusted the IV drip attached to my arm, her movements careful and measured.
The room was silent, and in that silence, I realized the only certainty I had left was the sound of my own heartbeat.
The doctor glanced at his watch, the soft ticking a stark reminder of the passing of time.
He stood and turned to leave, but I stopped him.
"Wait, doctor. Can you tell me what's going on? What happened to me?"
Dr. Zhang nodded sympathetically, "Of course. I'll go get your test results."
He left the room, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
I could hear the rustle of papers being shuffled and the sound of footsteps growing closer.
My stomach tightened as I watched the door, waiting for Dr. Zhang to return.
The door opened, and he walked in carrying a stack of papers in his hands.
His face was unreadable as he began to flip through the pages of medical data.
Each rustle of paper made my stomach twist with anxiety.
He paused on one page, adjusting his glasses before looking up at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Liu Xing," he said carefully, "your blood work shows elevated HCG levels."
I stared blankly at him, unsure what that meant.
Dr. Zhang continued, his voice measured, "It's a pregnancy hormone."
The words hit me like a physical blow.
My hands instinctively moved to my flat stomach as Nurse Li dropped her clipboard with a loud clatter.
Dr. Zhang pushed his glasses up again, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Doctor, how is that possible?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Zhang hesitated, then replied, "That's what we're trying to understand, Liu Xing. It seems your case is far more complex than we initially thought."
Nurse Li picked up her clipboard, her eyes wide with shock as she added, "We'll need to run more tests to figure out what's really happening."
