Chapter 11: The Sudden Onset of Illness.

Lu Hang had spent the entire afternoon searching for reference material—exhausting every possible loophole—only for the goddess to shut him down flat.

“While I’m honestly surprised you’re still trying to exploit mission loopholes, please just honestly go peep on a girl using the bathroom.”

“The time limit is three days.”

That was what she said.

She’d been crazy for more than a day or two. Lu Hang was starting to feel like he was getting used to it.

It was almost dusk. Lu Hang stared at the dense grid of adult sites on his screen, feeling like he could cry but had no tears left.

This mission’s deadline was brutally tight. Though he still had one ultimate trump card—
after all, he was cohabiting with Bai Huang. He could just barge in while she was using the bathroom, and he knew she wouldn’t react much.

During the week they’d lived together in his place, both of them had maintained the same carefree, no-boundaries dynamic they’d had back in the male dorm.
Perhaps both were vaguely aware that treating the other as the opposite sex might lead to something unpredictable.

In the best-case scenario, they’d gain an opposite-sex friend.
In the worst, they might lose a good brother forever.

Even though back in the dorm they’d taken turns being “dad” and “son,” their relationship was resilient enough that nothing could truly ruin it—
but both of them cherished what they had.

Lu Hang could tell Bai Huang didn’t want to gamble either.

Even if he really did push the door open while she was on the toilet,
at most she’d show a flash of panic and surprise, lower her head, then quickly force a grin:
“You motherfucker, you don’t know I’m using the bathroom? You trying to be a pervert?”

Then they’d laugh it off and move on.

After turning into a girl, Bai Huang actually hadn’t changed much.
Back when she gamed and a teammate fed, she’d just start cursing them out.
Now when they played together, out of the corner of his eye Lu Hang would sometimes catch her very femininely tucking her bangs behind her ear—
then she’d proceed to curse.

But maybe her changes weren’t limited to just that small gesture of brushing hair behind her ear.
There were probably deeper, subtler things he hadn’t noticed yet.

Having wasted the entire afternoon, Lu Hang sighed and decided to go downstairs for a smoke.

“Ah!!”
A sudden scream came from outside the door.

Lu Hang stood up instantly. Hearing the scream cleared his foggy mind in a second.
He shouted loudly: “What’s wrong?”

“This… what is this…”
Her voice was panicked and urgent.

Lu Hang frowned, rushed out, and saw that Bai Huang—who had been gaming earlier—wasn’t in the living room.

Following the sound, he stopped at the bathroom door.

“…Wait a second.”

Suddenly he felt like the goddess’s mission wasn’t actually as impossible as he’d thought.

His hand was already on the door handle, but he still didn’t push it open.
As a last resort, he didn’t want to do anything too creepy in front of Bai Huang.
He couldn’t help asking: “What the hell happened? Why are you screaming?”

“Blood… so much blood!”
Bai Huang’s voice cracked with tears.

“Fuck, then I’m coming in!”
Hearing “so much blood,” Lu Hang panicked too.

Bai Huang didn’t reply.

Lu Hang shoved the door open and saw her sitting on the toilet, face full of panic, clutching wads of toilet paper, wiping her eyes. Her eye rims were red from crying.
When he entered, he caught sight of her exposed, full, fleshy thighs—
his mind blanked for two full seconds before he snapped back and asked urgently:

“Didn’t you say there was blood? Where’s the blood?”

“I-I…”
Bai Huang sniffled and shifted aside, trembling as she pointed at the toilet bowl.

Lu Hang looked down and immediately felt dizzy.

“Holy shit, the water’s bright red.”

“I’m scared of blood… what the hell is this? Am I sick or something?”

After standing up, Bai Huang was completely at a loss, trembling as she pressed close to Lu Hang’s side.

She was still wearing his oversized shirt. The moment she leaned in, the familiar scent of his body wash and shampoo flooded his nose.
If it were any other day, Lu Hang’s heart would’ve raced and he’d have made an excuse to step outside for a smoke to calm down.

But right now, looking at the toilet full of blood, he couldn’t care less.
He exclaimed in shock: “What did you do? Did you learn Japanese seppuku or something?”

“I don’t know… my stomach’s been hurting since morning. This afternoon while gaming I needed the bathroom, and then… and then…”
She pointed at the toilet water, on the verge of tears.

Lu Hang stared at the deep-red toilet bowl in a daze.

“…Do you think this could be your period?”
After a brief moment of thought, Lu Hang asked.

Even though the amount of blood was still alarming, he tried to pull his rationality back.

“Would a period have this much blood?”

“I don’t know!”

She was trembling even harder now.

When she got scared, she instinctively hid behind him.
Lu Hang could feel her warm body shaking through his arm.

Even though Bai Huang usually acted arrogant and domineering,
when something really happened she scared easily.
Back when she caused trouble outside and came back to the dorm, she’d been like this too.
Lu Hang had seen it before.
He patted her shoulder to comfort her:
“Let’s calm down first. I think this is just your period.”

She stared at the toilet bowl with lingering fear:
“But periods shouldn’t have this much blood, right? Otherwise how would women grow so tall? Wouldn’t they all die of anemia?”

Lu Hang thought about it and realized she had a point.
Staring at the toilet that looked like a red dog had awakened its second ultimate,
he swallowed the comforting words he’d been about to say.

Yeah.

This was hemorrhage-level.

If it really was a period, how could there be this much blood?

Way too much.

“I’ll look it up online. Flush this first.”
Lu Hang pulled her behind him, flushed the toilet, then led her back to the bedroom.

The moment they entered, he suddenly remembered he hadn’t closed the adult manga tabs he’d been browsing earlier.

His heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly rushed forward and closed every single inappropriate page.

Fortunately Bai Huang was too preoccupied with worry—her eyes red, staring blankly.
She glanced at the screen but didn’t show any interest in asking why he had so many “how to peep on girls in the bathroom” pages open.

“What does the internet say?”
She clutched her own arms, trembling as she hid behind Lu Hang.

“Does your stomach still hurt right now?”
Lu Hang skimmed Baidu’s symptom list and couldn’t help asking.

“It hurts…”

“What time did you wake up today?”

“Around three in the afternoon.”

“Have you been eating regularly lately?”

“Not really…”

“Do you feel very weak right now?”

“Yeah…”

Lu Hang fell silent.

Seeing him go quiet, Bai Huang gradually caught on and gave an awkward laugh:
“Haha, Hang-ge, it doesn’t seem like anything serious. This is probably normal, right?”

She placed her hand on his shoulder.

But then she suddenly noticed—
Lu Hang was also shaking.

Realizing her only pillar of support right now was trembling too,
Bai Huang’s heart plummeted into ice.
Her hands and feet turned cold.
In a quivering voice she asked:
“What does Baidu actually say?”

Lu Hang took a deep breath and moved aside so she could see the screen:

“The marketing articles say you have uterine cancer.”