But when she went to the clinic, she was still uneasy, feeling shy and nervous. She had also gone to the gynecology department, but she didn't know about dysmenorrhea, so she still had to take off her pants and spread her legs to wait for someone to check her, even though the doctors and nurses were both women.

Yes, but it’s also awkward.【】

She lay there and could only wait for others to slaughter her. She was still thinking, it was strange. She went to other hospitals for dysmenorrhea. Normally the doctor would just inquire about her condition and then prescribe medicine to nurse her back to health. Why did she go to the clinic like this? But she

I also feel that I shouldn’t be surprised. Doctors in China just do the same thing and just prescribe medicine for treatment. Doctors in foreign countries don’t know how to prescribe medicine. The examination methods are different, so the treatment plan should be different, because the posture does not allow her to reach that point.

The Italian doctor and the two nurses had no choice but to wait.

Listening to them speaking a language she didn't understand, and then the sound of instruments being fiddled with, she was lying there and suddenly felt something cold and tube-like protruding into her lower body, which shocked her.

"Um...it hurts..." She couldn't help but cry out in pain. Although it wasn't very painful and the device shouldn't be big, it was...she was too tight there and she was not prepared to be squeezed in by such a foreign object.

The preparation made her nervous and her legs trembled unexpectedly. She struggled to get up, but the two caregivers held her down. She still couldn't. How could they do this? She couldn't, but she still felt it.

She must have been bleeding, was there... a puncture?

"Sorry!" The Italian doctor was obviously a little surprised, but he did not stop moving. Lin Zhiyin only felt pain for a moment, and then it felt like a needle injection. Liquid was sprayed into her body, and the instrument was immediately withdrawn.

"What's wrong? I..." Lin Zhiyin was allowed to get up. She immediately sat up and found that the doctor had thrown the disposable tubular instrument into the medical trash can, with a small amount of blood clearly stained on it. She stared.

The wide-eyed Italian doctor gave her a disapproving look, took off the medical gloves on his hands and threw them away, without any intention of answering her question.

"It's time to go!" The nurse started to clear the bed, and the Italian doctor just said to Lin Zhiyin indifferently.

"I...my illness..." Lin Zhiyin was a little confused, but she expected that she had just injected her with some external medicine, but could this cure her dysmenorrhea?

"Recheck in a month and I will tell you the results!" the Italian doctor said again, and then walked out of the consulting room directly, as if there was no need to talk nonsense to her.

Lin Zhiyin had no choice but to put on her pants, walked out of the consulting room, and left the hospital. However, she still felt some tingling in her lower body while walking, and felt that the treatment process was inexplicable. But thinking about it, she didn't need to ask anymore since she had already said so.

However, she still felt a little dazed. When she got on a bus to go home, she was still thinking about what medicine they gave her and whether it would be effective and make her bleed.

As for the blood, if it didn't work, wouldn't she have suffered in vain?
Chapter completed!