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As is customary, this is a question that gynecologists always ask.

But the girl in front of him probably didn't think so. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes darted around uncertainly, and she gently bit her lip with her white teeth.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "11 years old, about once a month, each time lasting 5 or 6 days."

"Oh." Kazuya Mitsuya replied without looking up, "It's alright. Has anything unusual happened in the last six months?"

"For example, menstrual flow may be heavier or lighter than before, or the duration may be longer or shorter, or even a month may pass without menstruation."

Yukino Yukinoshita knew perfectly well that the doctor in front of her was asking her normal questions.

But she had never even told her own mother or her sister about such an extremely private topic.

Therefore, they found themselves in a difficult situation for a time.

Her already flushed cheeks grew even redder. She placed her hands on her knees, struggling to suppress her shame, and finally said in a voice barely audible, "No, nothing."

Sensing that the response had taken a while, Kazuya Mitsuya put down his pen and paper, adjusted his glasses with his middle finger, and said gently, "Ms. Yukinoshita, please rest assured. As a doctor, I am professional. Please treat any question as a consultation between doctor and patient. Temporarily set aside your shame and pride, and provide your doctor with your problems without reservation, so that I can give you the best treatment service."

"Okay...okay." The reply was still a little soft, but at least the blushing wasn't so bad anymore.

Kazuya Mitsuya didn't mind. He had seen many young girls who were shy and reluctant to speak when they first arrived, but after his treatment, no one was still so ashamed.

Even with just half of the country right now, the secret to wealth remains the same.

He calmly finished writing the outpatient medical record, filled out several examination forms on the computer, printed them out, and handed them to Yukinoshita, who was standing next to him.

"First, do a cervical smear, then a routine gynecological exam to rule out endometriosis and early ectopic pregnancy. Then, do an ultrasound to check for any masses or foreign objects. If there are none, come back to me later, and I'll explain the treatment to you in detail."

"By the way, for the cervical smear and gynecological exam, you need to go to the door next door to find the nurse. You'd better buy some disposable underwear at the store downstairs. The ultrasound is in the ultrasound room on the first floor. Don't go to the wrong one."

The two Yukino sisters blushed and quickly said goodbye and left—they were both virgins who had never been intimate, and they didn't have the nerve to say the word "panties" so confidently as to Mitsuya Kazuya.

Kazuya Mitsuya stretched and looked at the two sisters' departing faces, a familiar feeling welling up in his heart.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita, characters from novels he once loved, appeared before him for the first time after his transmigration, giving him a slight shock.

He even forgot that he himself could perform cervical smears and gynecological examinations.

Yes, Guang Gu He is also a time traveler.

One day, while he was on night shift in the neurology department of his original world, he had just finished treating a patient with nocturnal epilepsy after a cerebral hemorrhage and was lying on the bed in the duty room playing on his phone.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in this world.

A very strange Japan.

Without World War II, the Emperor would still retain some real power even today.

That's really strange.

But it's not a big deal.

The real problem is that he transmigrated into the body of an obstetrician-gynecologist.

This is really strange. How could someone who majored in acupuncture and massage in traditional Chinese medicine for undergraduate studies, then studied neurology in Western medicine for graduate studies, and then chose rehabilitation as his doctoral specialty, end up traveling to Japan and becoming an obstetrician-gynecologist?

Isn't this a complete mismatch between their major and their job?

Fortunately, the doctor had only graduated from Osaka University School of Medicine less than two years ago, and had just finished his rotation training and entered a three-year specialist practice, so his practical experience was only average.

Kouya Kazuya spent half a month urgently studying gynecology books and memorizing common diseases and treatment guidelines, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Until today, when he stepped in for his professor in the outpatient clinic, he still thought the world was just a little strange in terms of history.

"I didn't expect it to be the world of anime?" Kazuya Mitsuya scratched his head, muttering to himself, "I didn't drink pesticide or hang myself, so could it be that the meme I shared for those little brats that day, wishing them all a lifetime in the world of anime, was bounced back by some kid?"

However, even though it's anime, Kazuya Mitsuya doesn't seem to care too much.

He was 29 years old before he transmigrated and 25 years old after, well past the age of dating high school girls. Looking at these young girls, he always felt a certain way.

Ah! My youth!

Such sentiments.

And more importantly, as a gynecologist, he has to deal with so many disgusting things every day that he can't even eat jelly and jam anymore.

Green liquid is considered good; white liquid has a slight odor, which is still normal. If you've ever encountered yellow jam, thick green pus, or a jar of dead fish in various colors, that's a different story.

You will be just like him, without desires or wants.

After all, damn it, this place has turned into a two-dimensional world in three dimensions.

Even if she's a well-known figure in the world of anime, she'll still have a smell if she doesn't drink water for a day.

"I'm back."

Kazuya Mitsuya took off his glasses and squinted as he looked at the report brought by the two sisters.

There weren't many patients this afternoon, so he had plenty of free time to examine them carefully.

"Hmm. Nothing unusual."

Under the slightly worried gazes of the two sisters, Kazuya Mitsuya slowly nodded: "I am very healthy, with no inflammation, no uterine displacement, and no early pregnancy."

He looked at Yukino Yukinoshita, who was still slightly frowning: "Now we can confirm that it's really menstrual cramps. It's a minor ailment, nothing to worry about. Just keep warm at home, drink plenty of hot water, avoid staying up late, and try to keep a positive mood. If the pain is really bad, take one nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug. Do you have any medicine at home? Do you need me to prescribe some?"

"That's good." The 16-year-old girl blushed and couldn't speak.

Her older sister, Yukinoshita Haruno, had some other ideas. She took two steps forward and stood in front of Kazuya Mitsuya.

"Doctor from Optics Valley".

Yang Nai was wearing a beige sweater, carrying a small Gucci bag, and her nails were painted scarlet, which contrasted beautifully with her fair wrists.

A hint of helplessness and frustration flickered in her eyes: "We came here because we heard from Miss Jinguji that you have some rather special treatment methods that are quite effective for diseases that are difficult to treat with medication."

"Did the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department at Jinguji say that?" Kazuya Mitsuya squinted, putting his glasses back on. "That woman, I told her not to spread rumors about me. If she does this again, I'll resign."

He stood up, a smile appearing on his refined face.

"Although I don't really like it when people ask me to use this kind of treatment, since it was Director Jinguji who said it, I'll agree to it."

He stepped out from behind the table and went to the treatment bed—the place where he performed gynecological examinations.

"Please, Ms. Yukinoshita, yes, that's her name. Please lie down on me, Ms. Yukinoshita."

Yang Nai revealed a victorious smile, but it only flashed for a moment before she immediately suppressed it—her family had long ago taught her that there was no need to risk offending people to satisfy her own petty pleasures.

Although Yukino doesn't usually have a good relationship with her older sister, she felt grateful this time.

If it weren't for Yang Nai, she probably would have gone home with a stomachache and relied on painkillers to get through the next two days.

She walked painfully to the examination table, feeling a continuous flow of blood from her lower body. This filled her with fear; would her best friend be able to protect her today?

As soon as she had this thought, the pain in her abdomen intensified again, and her face turned deathly pale, almost bloodless.

Just as she was about to collapse, a warm current suddenly came from her right shoulder, restoring her strength.

"Go to bed." Kazuya Mitsuya supported Yukino Yukinoshita's shoulders and gently helped her lie back on the hospital bed.

He scrutinized Yukino as if she were a lamb, looking down from her dark, glossy hair, her fair neck, her flat stomach, her long legs, all the way to her glistening toes, before closing his eyes.

With his eyes closed, Kazuya Mitsuya silently recited his own secret to himself while speaking aloud, "Besides being an obstetrician and gynecologist, I'm also a trainee in Chinese medicine, so I happen to know a little about massage techniques. Once, the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department at Jinguji Hospital was probably suffering from constant aches and pains in her lower abdomen and back muscles due to overwork, so I gave her a massage to improve blood circulation, which seemed to have a good effect. That's why I've asked you to come to me for help this time."

"In other words," Yang quickly grasped the key point, "what massage technique are you going to give Yukino?"

"Yes." Kazuya Mitsuya nodded, and a screen that only he could see appeared in his closed eyes.

This is also the system he brought with him when he transmigrated.

Name: Kazuya Mitsuya

Age: 25 years old.

[Skill Mastered: Hand of Life (Where your hands touch, valleys rise, mountains fall, and all return to the greatness of life.)]

[Current task: None.]

[Current number of draws: None.]

This simple page contains most of the content of his system. In the past half month since he transmigrated, he has not seen any of the so-called tasks or lotteries.

He only had one free lottery draw when he opened the system, and he was incredibly lucky to draw a blue-level Life Hand.

It was this skill that allowed him to gain a foothold at St. Juliana Hospital. Even the gloomy-looking head of the obstetrics and gynecology department, Jinguji, with her wavy hair, would occasionally rely on this ability to promote the hospital's excellence.

This time, it should also be one of these kinds of promotions.

The Hand of Life is activated.

Silently reciting the name of the skill, Kazuya Mitsuya cautiously raised his hands and gently covered the girl's lower abdomen, which was covered by a thin layer of clothing.

A slight warmth began to spread downwards from the palm of my hand.

"Um....."

The moment the girl touched that warm sensation, her body shuddered, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly, letting out a soft murmur.

"Relax."

For patients like this, Kazuya Mitsuya is already very experienced: "Don't resist, relax. Use your sense of touch to feel."

"Ah."

The girl let out another soft hum and closed her eyes.

Her body hair trembled slightly as she felt the warm palm moving and shifting on her lower abdomen.

My abdomen, which used to feel cold and tearing pain, also started to emit heat.

Warmth, comfort, a mother's embrace, a father's hand.

The beautiful and warm feelings that could be recalled flowed through my body, driving away the pain and soothing my nerves.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

She suddenly opened her eyes, involuntarily calling out, "No, don't stop..."

Kazuya Mitsuya had already withdrawn his hand. He walked to the washbasin in the room, washed his hands using the standard seven-step handwashing method, and sat back down at his desk.

He ignored the blushing, almost bleeding face of the high school girl Yukino, and the surprised and amused college student Haruno, and continued to write a prescription with his pen.

"One treatment isn't enough. Starting today, come once every Wednesday afternoon for three to five sessions. Also, drink plenty of hot water and avoid cold foods."

"that's it."

He raised his head and shifted his gaze to the two women, then twirled his ballpoint pen in a daze.