His physiological preference

10:00 AM. Vice President's Office, Provincial People's Hospital.

Qiu Jinyi was looking down at the medical records when the door was pushed open.

He looked up and was stunned for a moment.

Qin Yuzheng stood at the door, his suit jacket draped over his arm, one button undone at the collar of his shirt, and no briefcase in his hand. It seemed he had come specifically for this purpose, not just on his way.

"Hey, Secretary Qin." Qiu Jinyi closed the medical record and stood up. "What brings you here? Have a seat."

Qin Yuzheng didn't sit down. He draped his suit jacket over the back of the chair, pulled out the chair, and sat down with one leg crossed over the other. His posture was quite composed, but Qiu Jinyi, who had known him for almost twenty years, could tell something was wrong at a glance.

This person has dark circles under their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Jinyi walked around and sat down opposite him. "You don't look well. Didn't you sleep well?"

Qin Yuzheng looked at him, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

The consultation room was silent for a few seconds.

Qiu Jinyi didn't rush him, but poured him a glass of water and pushed it over.

Qin Yuzheng picked up the cup, took a sip, and put it down, leaving a shallow water mark on the cup.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the water stain, trying to find the right words. He wondered if he, a thirty-five-year-old man, was still having erotic dreams.

"Make arrangements for me," he finally spoke, his voice low, "to get me a checkup."

"What kind of examination?"

"The complete set."

Qiu Jinyi frowned: "When was the last time you investigated?"

"One year ago. Yesterday..."

"Did you check yesterday?"

"I didn't check." Qin Yuzheng paused for a moment, "It's just..."

He didn't go on.

Qiu Jinyi looked at the rare, hesitant expression on his face and suddenly understood something. He moved his chair forward and lowered his voice.

"Are you... done?"

Qin Yuzheng did not answer.

But the moment he lowered his eyes, his earlobes began to turn red.

Qiu Jinyi stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly clicked his tongue, leaned back, crossed his hands on his stomach, and scrutinized him with a critical look.

"Qin Yuzheng, tell me the truth, when was the last time you did *that*?"

"No," Qin Yuzheng said.

"I mean..."

"I know what you're talking about," Qin Yuzheng interrupted him, looking up to meet his gaze calmly.

"Never. For thirty-five years, I've never had an erection. You're a doctor, you know that better than anyone."

Qiu Jinyi didn't respond; he was indeed aware of the situation.

He was fully aware of Qin Yuzheng's health condition over the years. All his test results were within the normal range, from endocrine function to nerve reflexes, and there were no organic lesions.

But functionally speaking, he really "can't do it".

This word is ironic when applied to Qin Yuzheng, this prodigy who thrives in the world of fame and fortune, the most outstanding young generation of the Qin family, is a blank slate when it comes to matters of love and sex.

He wasn't exactly a blank slate, after all, he knew everything he was supposed to know, it's just...

Chiu Chin-yi has seen too many similar cases. This condition is medically known as "psychogenic erectile dysfunction," which is often caused by psychological stress, upbringing, or certain subconscious obstacles.

However, Qin Yuzheng's situation is a little different. He has not had any desires since puberty, which cannot be fully explained by psychological issues.

He thought for a moment, then carefully asked, "So, why did you come today? What did you mean by 'yesterday' just now?"

Qin Yuzheng lowered his eyes and unconsciously tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

"I had a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

The consultation room fell silent again.

The sunlight outside the window shone on the opposite wall, and the reflected light illuminated the entire room.

"A wet dream," he said, sounding extremely awkward.

Qiu Jinyi was stunned.

About two seconds later, he suddenly jerked backward, the chair leg making a piercing creak on the floor, and he almost fell off the stool.

He frantically grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, staring wide-eyed at Qin Yuzheng.

"You, say that to me again?"

Qin Yuzheng looked at him expressionlessly, but his ears were already bright red.

"A wet dream." Qin Yuzheng repeated through gritted teeth, "Once last week, once this week, twice in total. The same woman."

Qiu Jinyi's mouth was agape, unable to close.

He has known Qin Yuzheng for twenty years, from high school to now. This person is always calm, always restrained, and always keeps himself tightly wrapped up.

He always came first in exams, always played forward in basketball, and after graduating, he entered the system and rose through the ranks at an unprecedented speed.

He thought Qin Yuzheng would never utter the words "spring dream" in his life.

"What woman?" Qiu Jinyi asked.

"A woman I've only met once," Qin Yuzheng said.

"and you……"

"She's wearing a cheongsam, very beautiful," Qin Yuzheng interrupted him, speaking quickly, "Her waist is very slim."

Qiu Jinyi stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Qin Yuzheng," he began slowly, "do you know what this means?"

Qin Yuzheng looked at him without saying a word.

"It's not that you can't perform," Qiu Jinyi said, emphasizing each word. "You're just too picky. You haven't met the right person, so your body isn't responding."

Qin Yuzheng lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyelids. He did not refute.

A few seconds later, he stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair, and draped it over his arm.

"Should we still do the check-up?" Qiu Jinyi asked.

Qin Yuzheng had already reached the door when he heard this, so he paused and turned his head to the side.

"I'm not doing it anymore."

Open the door and go outside.

A breeze blew through the corridor, carrying the smell of disinfectant. He stood at the elevator entrance and took his phone out of his pocket.

The secretary's message is still there: Secretary Qin, we have received the invitation to the Qipao Culture Exhibition of the Federation of Industry and Commerce on Saturday. You said you didn't want to go before, are you going to turn it down again?

Qin Yuzheng asked his secretary to arrange his itinerary.

He wanted to see if he could meet that beautiful woman in the cheongsam again. If he did, he wouldn't let go; if he didn't...

When Yang Zhiyan pushed open the door, the living room lights were on.

The TV was on, showing some kind of variety show, with waves of laughter. Li Fengxia, the sister-in-law, sat on the sofa, leaning against a cushion, her hand resting on her slightly protruding belly, looking relaxed.

She paused for a moment as she changed her shoes.

Usually at this time, my sister-in-law is either scrolling through her phone in the bedroom or standing at the kitchen door directing her mother to do chores. But today, the TV is on, and she's in the living room, as if she's waiting specifically for someone.

Without thinking much, Yang Zhiyan bent down, took off her high heels, and put on a pair of cloth slippers.

"sister in law."

He called out as a greeting.

Li Fengxia looked her up and down, her gaze lingering on her waist for a moment.

Yang Zhiyan was wearing a plain cotton-linen top today, paired with a navy blue midi skirt. The top wasn't very fitted at the waist, but because she was thin, her waist was still incredibly slender.

"Zhiyan, you're getting off work so late?" Li Fengxia's tone wasn't as impatient as usual; instead, it was deliberately gentle.

Yang Zhiyan hung up her bag and casually replied, "Teacher Mu taught a little longer today."

"Come, come, sit down." Li Fengxia patted the sofa next to her.

Yang Zhiyan glanced at her; something was definitely amiss.

But she still went over and sat down on the other side of the sofa, not too close.

Li Fengxia is pregnant and cannot tolerate any smelly things. She spent the whole afternoon in the studio touching silk fabrics, and her hands still smell slightly of washing.

"Zhiyan," Li Fengxia turned to the side, one hand supporting her waist, the other reaching out to take her hand, her tone unusually affectionate, "You're twenty-five this year, aren't you?"

"Um."

"Twenty-five, not young anymore." Li Fengxia patted the back of her hand. "When your sister-in-law was your age, she had been dating your brother for two years."

Yang Zhiyan did not respond.

She knew her sister-in-law wouldn't bring up her age for no reason.

Sure enough, Li Fengxia's next sentence came right away.

"I'm only telling you this because I consider you my own sister." She moved closer to Yang Zhiyan. "I have a cousin on my family's side. You've met him, haven't you? He came over once during the Chinese New Year."

Yang Zhiyan thought for a moment, but couldn't remember.

There are many relatives during the Chinese New Year, and she is always the one busy in the kitchen, so it's impossible to match who is who.