“Dad, it’s just a little headache—why all this fuss?” Feng Yiqiu glanced at the hospital looming ahead, then at Feng Mingdong beside him.

His father reached out and took his hand, voice low. “Get a proper check-up. TCM’s great for regulation, but for some things… better safe than sorry.”

Feng Yiqiu felt his father’s palm damp with sweat. *Does Dad really have sweaty palms?*

Being held hand by a grown man made him flush with embarrassment. Sure, this was his biological dad in this body—but two guys holding hands in broad daylight? Awkward.

“Dad, let go. I can walk.” After stubborn persuasion, Feng Yiqiu finally got his hand free and followed obediently into a special consultation room. A folding screen hid the back area—purpose unknown.

Nearly ten doctors and nurses sat poised for action. Feng Yiqiu’s stomach tightened. *This all-star lineup’s for a tiny headache?*

“Dad, this is…” Feng Yiqiu’s gut whispered: *trap*.

“This is Professor Niu,” Feng Mingdong said. “Here to cure your headache for good.”

“Really? Feels like nothing,” Feng Yiqiu mumbled, scratching his head.

Professor Niu smiled warmly. “Nothing serious. Come on in.”

He scratched his head again but followed behind the screen. Strange machines. A surgical bed.

“Lie down. Full anesthesia—just like a nap.”

*Something in my head? A tumor?* Panic flickered. “Doc… not something incurable, right?” His voice wavered.

“Minor procedure.” Professor Niu tapped the syringe, pressed his arm gently. “Relax. Wake up fine.”

Feng Yiqiu glanced at his so-called dad—Feng Mingdong looked away, expression unreadable.

A chill crept up his spine. *Something’s off.*

“Wait—”

Darkness swallowed him.

*Grass. A type of plant.*

Last thought. Gone.

“Mr. Feng, please sign. We’ll proceed once confirmed,” Professor Niu said, offering the form.

“Truly no side effects?” Feng Mingdong’s hands trembled slightly.

“Caught early. Her structure’s normal. Hormones for a month post-op—likely off meds in two. I had a case found in their twenties; now they have kids.”

Feng Mingdong exhaled sharply, signed swiftly. “Professor Niu… I’m counting on you.”

“Minor issue. Wait outside, please.” She ushered him out, closed the door softly.

“Xiao Chen, scalpel.”

Consciousness drifted through a hazy, surreal dreamscape—shapes blurred, half-seen.

Awareness returned slowly. Body numb. Limbs leaden. Disinfectant scent sharp. Professor Niu sipped water. Surgery over.

“I…” Mouth opened slightly. No sound. Nausea churned—normal post-anesthesia. Eyes rolled weakly toward the white ceiling.

*Wasn’t I getting brain surgery? Why no head bandages?* Dizzy, head lolled. Sleep pulled him under again.

She woke in a private room. Arms stiff but movable. First thing: trembling fingers checked her head. Intact. No wound. *Minimally invasive?*

Then—sharp pain shot from lower abdomen.

Mind foggy, she tried sitting up. Felt bandages. *Wait… wasn’t this about my head?* Hand drifted to chest. Relief. *Just stomach surgery?*

“You’re awake?” A nurse swatted her hand from her thigh. “Don’t touch—wound there.”

“What… happened?” Feng Yiqiu’s eyes pleaded.

“I’ll explain.” Professor Niu entered, helped her sit up. After the nurse left, she grew solemn. “Your case is rare. Simply put… fate played a gentle joke on you.”

Feng Yiqiu gripped the blanket. *This masked lady’s the joke—spouting nonsense so seriously.*

Professor Niu handed a file. “You were a girl with atypical anatomy causing endocrine issues. Surgery corrected it.”

“In short: you lived as a boy for over a decade. Today, you’ve returned to your true self. Genetically, you’ve always been a girl—not a transgender person.”

Feng Yiqiu stared blankly. Mind empty.

*Meow? Meow? Meow?*

*Corrected? So… they cut it off? What is this—a three-day boy trial pass?*

Professor Niu saw the dazed look, shook her head softly, tiptoed out, and closed the door. She knew—some silences heal best alone.