A Young Woman's Heart

Therefore, Mo Xueyao usually chooses to drink it directly on the way.

Although I'll be thirsty when I eat the fried dough sticks and sesame flatbread, well, it's better than wasting them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his pocket.

Okay, I didn't bring any money today.

Otherwise, he would have liked to buy a bag of sweet soy milk to drink.

After all, I had just eaten fried stinky tofu and happened to be a little thirsty.

As the sun rose higher, the weather became hot again.

When Mo Xueyao arrived at the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore, there were already quite a few bicycles parked there.

He found a corner near a pillar, carefully locked the car, and then walked to the front of the shop.

There were already quite a few people waiting at the entrance.

They were all people of similar age to him.

I guess they came here to cool off and read a book at the same time.

For kids these days, there aren't many ways to have fun during summer vacation if they don't have friends around.

Browsing through favorite books at Xinhua Bookstore is one form of 'entertainment'.

Before long, the store opened, and everyone rushed in. Most of them ran to the third floor, where they sold a lot of popular novels.

Mo Xueyao ran to the second floor, where most of the books sold were popular science books or science fiction novels.

For example, there are so many versions of unsolved mysteries of the world, and you never seem to get tired of watching them!

Mo Xueyao sat on the floor. The air conditioning was already on full blast. He spent half an hour carefully searching for books, picking up three or four in a row before he began to read them with great interest.

Inside the bookstore, you can't see anything from the outside world.

Time seemed to fly by. When he finished reading all the books he had found that day and looked up at the big clock, he realized it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

I hadn't even eaten lunch. I didn't feel hungry while reading, but now my stomach was growling.

"Ah—" Mo Xueyao stretched out a big yawn, put all the books she had brought back back in their original places, and then staggered out of the bookstore.

Mo Xueyao felt a headache, possibly due to insufficient blood supply to her head from sitting for too long. There seemed to be a throbbing vein in her temple, and even rubbing it repeatedly did not relieve the pain.

"Ugh... my head hurts..." He patted his head, as if that would drive away the pain.

However, this did not work.

Bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, Mo Xueyao wobbled as she rode her bicycle.

He had just gotten on the bike when he nearly crashed into a pillar because of a headache, which scared him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Looks like I'll have to ride slower today... Uh... Hmm... My headache is getting worse and worse. Could it be because I didn't eat lunch? That can't be right, it should be my stomach hurting..."

Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, unable to concentrate.

The bicycle moved slowly forward, but he kept scratching his head with his hand.

The symptoms are only temporarily relieved when scratching, but they still feel very uncomfortable once you stop.

Just as Mo Xueyao was struggling with her headache, she even lost control of the handlebars of the bicycle, which began to sway to the side.

He heard a screeching sound of brakes, which startled him so much that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

His head hit the ground with a light but not heavy thud, and for a moment he felt dizzy and couldn't even see the things in front of him clearly.

A man's anxious voice came from not far away: "Are you alright?"

Does he look... like everything's alright?

Mo Xueyao answered in her heart.

My head doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

But consciousness... began to blur.

……

Chapter Seven: The Unfamiliar Ceiling

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

A series of sharp pains shot through my head.

There seemed to be car horns and bicycle bells ringing outside the window.

There were also the cries of street vendors.

However, Mo Xueyao's eyes remained closed, as if they were glued shut with superglue.

In the distance, one could faintly hear the sounds of people talking.

It's as if there's a wall or a door in between; I can't hear it clearly at all.

He struggled to concentrate and barely managed to hear some of the conversation.

"Doctor, how is Xiaoyao?"

"Let me speak. Hello, Mr. Yu. We met once before."

"Yes, hello, Professor Wang."

"Here's the thing, the child's head injury wasn't actually serious. He lost consciousness simply because the nerves in his head were compressed. We examined his condition before he lost consciousness and found that he was already experiencing a severe headache before he lost consciousness, which is why he accidentally hit the car—in fact, the car didn't hit him."

"This... then it should be alright, right?" It was an anxious female voice, seemingly Mo Xueyao's mother's voice.

"It's just a minor abrasion, nothing serious, but I want to talk about something more important: his headaches stemmed from a malformation of his external organs during growth and development, which prevented them from developing normally, triggering a series of chain reactions, and then...affecting the nerves in his head, just like how a toothache can also cause a headache or even a stomachache."

"So... does that mean this surgery has to be done as soon as possible?"

"That's right. My personal suggestion is that it's better to finish it as soon as possible. He's already sixteen years old, which is the age for this surgery. It's better for his future. After all, he's only sixteen, and his personality hasn't been fully formed yet. It's not too late for him to start adapting to life as a girl now."

"Uh, about the money, because this is a special case, we need clinical data." It sounded like a different person's voice. "So we can reduce most of the fees; we'll try our best to save you money."

Then came a long silence.

A boyish voice rang out, sounding like the godfather Yu Liang: "Should we stay in Hangzhou or Shanghai?"

"The medical conditions in Shanghai are definitely better, which will help with recovery, but the cost will be higher—after all, the prices there are also higher than in Hangzhou."

"Hoo..." It was her mother's voice. She seemed to have taken a deep breath. "If you're going to do it, do it as well as you can... But... you should still tell Haruka."

“We should have asked him what he thought,” the somewhat elderly voice said softly. “But continuing to be a boy would not do him any good, nor would it lead to anything, because he doesn’t have any real male internal organs. Instead, he has a female uterus and ovaries. From any perspective, it would be better for him to be a girl.”

Mo Xueyao was completely confused and felt extremely flustered and bewildered.

In the end what happened?

Why did he suddenly decide to become a girl?

He struggled to open his eyes and felt a faint stinging pain in his eyelids.

But it seems like it's just an illusion.

Finally, he opened his eyes wide and saw a pale and completely unfamiliar ceiling.

"Huff...huff..." Mo Xueyao, who had barely opened her eyes, seemed to have exhausted all her strength and was covered in cold sweat. She sat up with great difficulty.

"Squeak—" The door was pushed open at that moment.

"Xiao Yao! You're awake?" As soon as she opened the door and saw Mo Xueyao leaning against the headboard, her mother rushed over like a gust of wind.

"Ugh...headache...what were you guys saying at the door just now?"

Yu Liang stepped forward, about to speak, when an elderly man with white hair mixed with black and wearing black-rimmed glasses patted him on the shoulder.

This old man... wasn't too old, but he had a bit little hair, especially around the center of his head, which was noticeably thinner than the sides.

"Let me tell you, could you please leave for a moment?" the old man said with a smile, his tone suggesting he was just sharing a little secret with the child.

“Okay.” Yu Liang nodded without hesitation, then pulled Yang Xiaoyu, who was still hesitant, out of the ward.

The door was closed again.

This time, only Mo Xueyao and the old doctor remained in the room.

"Hello, my surname is Wang, you can just call me Dr. Wang. I have experience in both internal and surgical procedures." He moved a chair and sat down in front of Mo Xueyao, making her feel that they were equals.

“My surname is Mo… Mo Xueyao.”

"Yes, I know your name, but I always think it sounds beautiful, haha." Dr. Wang seemed quite at ease, laughing casually. "Do you know what happened to you?"

"I don't know..." Mo Xueyao instinctively resisted and gently shook her head.

How do you feel about being a boy?

"...I don't feel anything special," Mo Xueyao replied, licking her slightly dry lips.

Dr. Wang didn't answer him, but walked to the water dispenser, filled a disposable cup with warm water, and handed it to him: "Have some water."

"Okay... thank you." Mo Xueyao took the water glass, took a big gulp, and emptied half of the water.

"So what do you think about being a girl..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Xueyao shook her head vigorously, her hair, which hadn't been cut for almost two months during the summer vacation, swaying slightly.

"Haha! I haven't finished yet... What do you think it would be like to be a girl?"

"I do not want to do."

"Just thinking about it."

"As for girls..." Mo Xueyao could only imagine for a moment, then felt a chill run down her spine, "They have to wear skirts and date men..."

"Haha, it's not just that difference."

"Dr. Wang, I don't want to be a girl." Mo Xueyao looked at him with wide eyes.

"But you were born a girl. What grade will you be in this September?"

"First year of high school."