As Christopher exited the consultation room, clutching a handful of test application sheets, the Lady rushed towards him, her eyes wide with concern. “What did the doctor say? How are you feeling? Is it serious?” she inquired eagerly.


    Initially, Christopher hesitated to share the details with the Lady. However, he realized that once they returned home, she would undoubtedly want to examine the various test reports. There was no way for him to conceal the situation from her. Looking at his mother, he finally eximed, “The doctor informed me that it’s highly likely I have contracted gonorrhea and syphilis. There’s also some inmmation in my private area. He didn’t rule out the possibility of AIDS either…”


    The moment Lady Wilson heard this news, her face turned pale, and she instinctively took a step back.


    Christopher misinterpreted her reaction as a loss of bnce from shock, prompting him to quickly move forward to support her.


    However, Lady Wilson frantically waved her hands and shouted in terror, “Stay away from me! Don’t touch me! Don’t you realize how terrible AIDS is?! I haven’t lived enough yet…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Christopher felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he grasped that his mother’s fear stemmed from a concern about being infected herself.


    His mother was, without a doubt, a very pragmatic person!


    With a resigned sigh, he replied, “If that’s how you feel, then you can wait for me here. I’ll handle the tests myself.”<fn2724> Read full story at findnovel</fn2724>


    Lady Wilson quickly responded, “Oh, I’m feeling quite tired and old right now. I think I’ll head home first. Just remember to take pictures of the results and send them to my WeChat as soon as you get them!”


    Truth be told, Lady Wilson wasn’t tired; she was simply terrified.


    At this point in her life, her greatest fear was death.


    She had always tried to distance herself from anything that rted to death, anything that could shorten her life, or anything that posed a risk to her health.


    Upon hearing that her eldest son might have AIDS, her immediate concern was for herself, not for her son’s well-being.


    Christopher was acutely aware of his mother’s character. With a helpless sigh, he said, “It’s fine if you want to go home first, but I need some money. How else can I pay for the examination? What if the doctor prescribes medication? I’ll need funds for that too!”


    Without looking back, Lady Wilson responded, “I’ll transfer ten thousand dors to you on WeChat right away. Let me know if that’s insufficientter.”


    By the time she finished speaking, she had already exited the andrology department.


    Feeling a bit downcast, Christopher couldn’t help but think how selfish his mother could be at times. She certainly didn’t fail to surprise him.


    Yet, the priority for him now was to ascertain what illness he had.


    If it turned out to be gonorrhea or syphilis, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It would merely mean some additional hassle and difort. As long as he didn’t have AIDS, he believed he could cope.


    However, if he truly had contracted AIDS, he felt his life would be irrevocably altered. In that case, he would take drastic measures when he returned home…


    Christopher spent the entire afternoon at the hospital undergoing a series of examinations and tests, which ultimately confirmed the doctor’s initial assessment.


    First and foremost, it was confirmed that Christopher had indeed contracted gonorrhea and syphilis.


    Additionally, he was diagnosed with severe urethritis.


    Moreover, there were signs of ulceration and suppuration as well.


    Fortunately, he did not have AIDS.


    The doctor promptly devised a treatment n for Christopher, initiating a 14-day first-stage treatment cycle.