At the end, he seemed to remember something and cracked a dirty joke, “But the kid’s dad is in pretty good shape, huh? Most men’s sperm really couldn’t swim through such a long soft catheter.”

He gossiped, “Next time, bring him over for me to see, will you? Maybe have him donate some sperm, do our province’s sperm bank a favor, the subsidy is nearly a thousand.”

Eric Bennett was silent for a moment, giving Evelyn Turner a look full of ambiguous meaning.

The medical students didn’t shy away from these topics; even the teachers would educate everyone in class about the increasingly serious issues in andrology, and claimed that now as many as 10% of young men have sexual dysfunction.

And Evelyn Turner had once, because Brian Sullivan snatched a rebound in front of the girl he liked and drew all the girls’ attention, passionately cursed in the dorm that Brian Sullivan must be that one in ten.

Who knows what Evelyn Turner would think if he found out the person he just praised was Brian Sullivan.

“What’s with that look?” Evelyn Turner asked.

Eric Bennett coughed lightly twice, then said to Evelyn Turner, “You know this person.”

“Who, who!” Evelyn Turner said. “Don’t tell me it’s one of our college classmates.” He immediately ran through all the classmates he used to be close with in his mind.

Eric Bennett looked at Evelyn Turner’s expectant and gossipy eyes, very worried that he might go into cardiac arrest from the shock.

But his own sexual history was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, so much so that it was impossible to even find another suspect.

Eric Bennett had always been indifferent about sex, neither pursuing nor resisting it, and had never thought about what kind of person he might sleep with.

Because of his busy studies and work, plus competing with Brian Sullivan, Eric Bennett hadn’t had a single easy day since starting college, every day more exhausting than his senior year of high school, with no time to date, let alone sleep with anyone.

If he’d known his first time would actually be with Brian Sullivan, and that he’d be the bottom, he would have found a girl he liked early on, gotten married, stayed far away from this plague, and never seen him again in this life, let alone get entangled with him.

“Hurry up and tell me!” Evelyn Turner said. “Don’t keep me in suspense like this.”

“You really want to know?” Eric Bennett confirmed one last time.

Facing Evelyn Turner’s frantic nodding, finally, he said mercilessly, “Brian Sullivan.”

With a loud “thud,” the elegant Dr. Turner collapsed to the floor.

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Author’s note:

A certain kid: Even though my dad drinks, stays up late, gets into fights, and chugs coffee, I’m still a healthy baby~ (making a desperate sound to survive)

Chapter 11: Decision

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Evelyn Turner seriously suspected that if he posted the words “Eric Bennett is pregnant with Brian Sullivan’s child” in their eight-year clinical program group chat, it would definitely attract countless question marks and inquiries about his mental state. Maybe those classmates working in psychiatry would even come and take him away overnight.

He supported his aching back and slowly stood up, looking at Eric Bennett with a head full of lawsuits, “You’re not messing with me, right?” As he spoke, he slapped his own mouth, “That third place I just mentioned, that was just a joke, don’t take it seriously.”

Eric Bennett put down the documents, crossed his arms, and looked up slightly at Evelyn Turner, who was leaning on the table with both hands. “If I told you the two of us only ended up in bed together because we were drunk, would you believe it?”

“I believe it,” Evelyn Turner said firmly. “Otherwise, I can’t think of any reason you two would sleep together.”

Eric Bennett took a deep breath. “Come on, I promised to treat you to a meal.”

Even after the two of them sat down in the restaurant, Evelyn Turner still hadn’t recovered. Using the menu as cover, he sized up Eric Bennett from top to bottom. The latter silently endured Evelyn Turner’s gaze for a while before finally lifting his eyelids and interrupting, “Stop staring, I’m not crazy.”

“So what are you going to do?” Evelyn Turner asked, like a worried old mother. “Brian Sullivan doesn’t look like a gay guy either,” he said irritably. “Damn, if only we’d crippled him back then, he wouldn’t be out here causing trouble now.”

Although Eric Bennett really wanted to agree with Evelyn Turner, the last bit of his conscience as a doctor suppressed the urge to go along with him.

“So are you going to tell him?” Evelyn Turner asked.

Eric Bennett didn’t answer directly.

He lowered his lashes, slowly rubbing the edge of the white porcelain plate. Clearly, he hadn’t figured out what to do yet, which was why he told Evelyn Turner about the child’s origins.

Evelyn Turner was a friend as close as a brother, so Eric Bennett didn’t need to put on a front in front of him.

Eric Bennett was at the very center of this storm. Doctors can’t treat themselves; he was worried he couldn’t be objective or rational enough to handle it, so he wanted to hear Evelyn Turner’s thoughts.

However, the much-anticipated Evelyn Turner was busy imagining a whole series of melodramatic TV dramas and novels about rich CEOs running away with a baby. “If you can’t find anyone to do the abortion, you’re not planning to sneak off to America and have the baby yourself, are you?”

His thoughts ran wild like an unbridled horse, getting more and more excited: “Then ten years later, when you two are competing for the director’s position, you’ll tell Brian Sullivan he’s the real father, and use the child to control him.”

Eric Bennett: “……”

“With an imagination like yours, being a doctor is a waste of talent.”

“To be honest,” Evelyn Turner laughed, “Lu Xun, who switched from medicine to literature, is my life idol.”

Eric Bennett rolled his eyes, but Evelyn Turner turned serious. “I think you have to tell him.”