Chapter 18: The Eighteenth Dimension

In the small room, Song Fuzhi stood motionless, feeling as if grass-mud horses were dancing in his mind.

He and Shi Zhang exchanged a glance, finding Professor Shi’s gaze unusually awkward.

Soon, Song Fuzhi regained his composure.

They were both in their thirties, and there was nothing they hadn’t seen before. There was no need to be embarrassed here; it was truly unnecessary.

So, Song Fuzhi calmly pushed open the door to the room, saying nonchalantly, “Take a look inside.”

The room looked like a compact bedroom.

The furnishings were simple, with a bed covered in disposable sheets. Next to it were a sink, a trash bin, a table, and a tissue box.

The table held a turned-off computer and a few rows of books. That was all there was.

The bookshelf was divided into two parts: one for female beauty catalogs and the other for male beauty catalogs, constantly reminding them of the purpose of being here.

“Considerate the hospital’s ability to provide diversity in sexual orientation,” Song Fuzhi commented with a calm smile.

He casually flipped open one of the male beauty catalogs, but the perfect face with golden hair and blue eyes unexpectedly jumped out at him.

Song Fuzhi’s eyelids twitched, quickly closing the book.

“Uh…” Song Fuzhi struggled to find the right words, miserly commenting, “Exaggerated.”

Shi Zhang made a short and vague “uh” sound before quickly averting his gaze.

Feeling a bit awkward, Song Fuzhi thought that Professor Shi probably didn’t like looking at these things. It was a bit disrespectful to their refined nature.

Shi Zhang walked from the bookshelf to the computer, his fingertips touching the mouse. The screen lit up.

On the desktop were rows of downloaded video files.

Both of them stared at the computer screen, and the room became even more silent.

Song Fuzhi lightly cleared his throat. “The hospital is quite thoughtful.”

After saying this, no one spoke, and the room seemed incredibly narrow, the air stiff.

Shi Zhang took a step forward, breaking the tense atmosphere. He touched the faucet.

with his fingertips, lifting it gently. Water gushed out with a splash.

Clear water flowed over his long fingers as Shi Zhang took some liquid soap, interlocking his fingers to wash them carefully.

Amid the sound of running water, Shi Zhang thought slowly.

Since being pushed into the room by the doctor, Shi Zhang’s brain has lost some of its ability to think calmly.

At this point, no matter what, they had to figure out how to collect the sample.

After all, they were following medical advice, and they were legally engaged.

However, just by imagining it a little, Shi Zhang felt his breath becoming uneasy.

He had to lower his eyes, concentrating all his attention on his hands covered in foam.

Song Fuzhi quietly watched as Shi Zhang washed his hands, not asking why he suddenly decided to do so, but her heart inexplicably tightened bit by bit.

Watching Shi Zhang rinse the foam from his fingers, Professor Shi did it deliberately and subtly, picking at Song Fuzhi’s nerves.

Song Fuzhi hesitated; should he also wash his hands? Honestly, he wasn’t mentally prepared for this.

Feeling a bit awkward, he reached into his pocket, finding a small box with a velvet satin surface.

Without much thought and perhaps subconsciously wanting to delay things and postpone what might happen, Song Fuzhi directly took out the engagement ring he hadn’t given away yet.

Black velvet is elegant and familiar.

Shi Zhang saw it and was also taken aback.

Since he had taken it out, he couldn’t put it back. Song Fuzhi hesitated for a moment, then decided to embrace the situation.

As he had mentioned before, he would put the engagement ring on Shi Zhang the next time they met. Well, wasn’t this their next meeting?

The arrow was already released from the bow.

Song Fuzhi cleared his throat.

“I haven’t had a chance since we met today; the hospital was quite crowded.”

Song Fuzhi flipped open the velvet box, revealing a faint gold ring inside, identical to the one on his left hand at the moment.

“Now, it’s just the two of us.” Song Fuzhi smiled. “Professor Shi, shall I put it on for you?”

Shi Zhang looked at the ring, then into Song Fuzhi’s eyes, and nodded slightly.

Originally, they were both standing, but for convenience, Song Fuzhi sat on the edge of the bed.

Just as he was about to take Shi Zhang’s hand, he saw that Shi Zhang had already handed his hand over, back facing up.

So, Song Fuzhi accepted it, gently holding his palm and putting the ring on Shi Zhang’s ring finger.

“From now on, we’ll walk together, Professor Shi.”

Shi Zhang looked down at him, and his Adam’s apple moved visibly, but he didn’t say anything.

The left hands of two adult men were close together, both wearing matching rings and looking quite harmonious.

However, the background was… against the backdrop of the blue bedsheet in the semen collection room, filled with the scent of medical disinfectant.

Song Fuzhi suddenly pursed his lips, a bit regretful, furrowing his brow in his mind. Getting engaged in a place like this in the hospital was quite explosive throughout history…

His brain must have been short-circuited to come up with such an explosive idea.

The room had good soundproofing, but a slight sound of the door opening could still be heard from outside, followed by a rough voice shouting, “Doctor! Shouldn’t this be enough?”

After a pause, Song Fuzhi chuckled, looking down. “It seems the big brother next door is done.”

Since the room next door was now available, there was no need for them to squeeze into one room.

Thinking of asking for the other room to use, Song Fuzhi was still not ready to be completely honest with Shi Zhang.

However, before Song Fuzhi could get up, he heard Shi Zhang say, “I’ll go to that room.”

Song Fuzhi thought about raising his head to look at Shi Zhang, but the back of his neck suddenly warmed, caught by a warm palm.

Shi Zhang didn’t let him raise his head, gently holding the back of Song Fuzhi’s neck, then slowly sliding upward, rubbing his hair.

“See you outside later.”

Somehow, Shi Zhang’s voice sounded hoarse.

After saying this, Shi Zhang turned and left. Song Fuzhi only saw his departing figure and didn’t have a chance to see his expression.

Since Shi Zhang had kept him from raising his head, Song Fuzhi didn’t see the moment when Shi Zhang’s eyes suddenly deepened.