Chapter 394

It’s not that I’m suspicious. Every time I ask Xiaoying what medicine this is, Xiaoying says it is a health supplement, but when she answers, her eyes flashed a little, and a hint of nervousness flashed in obscurely.

So, I must figure out what medicine this is

At first, I thought Xiaoying would harm me and give me some chronic poison, but the relationship between me and Xiaoying gradually recovered steadily during this period, so I denied that possibility.

Later I guessed that it might be a sexual medicine or a drug that restores my sexual function, but Xiaoying was afraid of hurting my self-esteem, so she never told me.

The next day after I went to work, I took the time to come to the company's medical laboratory

Help me test what the function of this medicine is, remember to keep it confidential

I handed the pills to the lab's head and ordered

Please rest assured, President

After the laboratory head took the pills, he replied briefly and skillfully

How long does it take to know the result?

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. I was eager to know the result, was it a sexual medicine?

Or a chronic poison?

It depends on the composition and complexity of the drug. However, under normal circumstances, it can be detected in the afternoon. If it is too complicated, it will take about three days.

The head of the laboratory took the pill and looked at it for a while before replying

OK, after the test is completed, send the result to my mailbox. After the sending is completed, no matter what the result is, delete the sending record and the detection record. I don’t want this to be known by a third person.

I nodded

After giving a few instructions to the laboratory manager, I left there. After returning to the office, I started another heavy work day, but I couldn’t calm down. I didn’t know what the result of the drug test was?

If it is really an element that I don’t want to know, can I accept this result?

I sighed at last and numb myself with my work

When I was working, I opened my mailbox from time to time to see if there were any new emails. At 4:30 in the afternoon, less than an hour before I got off work, I finally got an email. The sender of the email was the person in charge of the laboratory. I took a deep breath and opened the email with my trembling hands. It was a standard electronic version of the test report. I watched it carefully... Glucocorticoids?

What drug is this?

I never heard of it before. After reading the complete report, I realized that this is a drug that inhibits the human immune system. It is now mainly used to reduce the body's rejection reaction. It is generally used for patients who have undergone human organ transplantation.

Human organ transplant?

When did an organ transplant occur on me?

After reading the complete test report, I called the person in charge of the laboratory. I tried to calm my tone. Then I asked the person in charge about my doubts, and got a positive answer. This medicine is a drug that inhibits the immune system after the patient's organ transplantation that prevents and reduces rejection reactions.

After hanging up the phone, I collapsed on the chair. I had organ transplants, so there was only one transplant, that is my penis. Did my penis actually migrate someone else?

For Ah, why did I ignore this

I remember on the first night of having sex with Xiaoying, while I was having sex, I took the ruler to measure my penis after erectile erect, and it actually reached nearly 20cm. Although I have not compared it with my father in reality, my size is no less than my father, and even thicker than my father's.

At that time, Xiaoying told me that I had a penis extension surgery, but even if I extended my penis, it would not be possible to increase the thickness. At that time, I was in a trance and immersed in the joy of penis recovery, but I didn't think carefully.

Hello, husband Ah...

After thinking for a long time, I called Xiaoying, and Xiaoying's voice rang out on the other side of the phone.

I need to go to a party that I can’t stop. I won’t go home for dinner at night, so you don’t have to wait for me anymore...

I said in a plain tone, but I couldn't calm down.

Oh, okay, but husband, do you know that you shouldn’t drink? Never drink...

After hearing that I was about to have a party, Xiaoying said after a while, and began to give me instructions, her tone was full of concern.

It's okay, my condition has completely recovered, and it doesn't matter if I drink alcohol. Besides, how can I not drink alcohol when I have parties and social events...

I decided to test Xiaoying

Ah, it must not work. If you drink, something big will happen... No, if you drink, you will have a chemical reaction with the health care medicines you take every day, and it will produce toxins. In short, it won’t work. No, I will go to the company to accompany you to socialize. I’m a little worried...

Xiaoying is obviously anxious

I almost missed it for a moment, but finally covered it up, but I stuttered and couldn't explain it clearly

When Xiaoying first told me not to drink, she used the excuse that the wound had not healed. Now my wound has completely healed and my sexual function has recovered. Xiaoying didn't know how to explain it for a while.

OK, if you don’t drink, don’t drink. I’ll explain to them tonight. I guess those business partners won’t make things difficult for me...

I sighed and eased it for a while. Finally, at Xiaoyingdi's instructions, I promised repeatedly that I hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, I held my phone and looked at the screen. I couldn't calm down for a long time after hanging up the phone.

It seems that Xiaoying knows this. This is nonsense. If she didn't know, my organ transplant surgery could not be performed at all. As my family member, she could only take effect if she signed it.

I can understand that she hides it from me. This kind of thing will have a lot of bad effects on me, especially psychological effects.

But what I doubt and care about now is who my penis is migrating?

Is it a strange donor?

If I am really a strange donor, then have I been using other people’s penis to make love with Xiaoying during this period?

Thinking of this, an alternative stimulation arose in my heart, but more worried and jealousy

When my father had sex with Xiaoying, when my wife was in full swing, I thought about letting others have sex with Xiaoying once, but after every ejaculation, I regret it. In the end, I didn’t take that step and completely threw that idea behind my mind. Now I have achieved it in this way?

I walked to the bathroom, took off my pants, looked down at my scarred penis

This lost and regained treasure actually came here. So the donor of this transplant should be a brain-dead or just died. So what kind of man is he?

Are you very handsome?

How old is it?

Has Xiaoying seen him before donating?

Perhaps when donating, Xiaoying also carefully selected the donors?

This scene appeared in my mind. Xiaoying was like an emperor, and the donors seemed like peerless beauties. Xiaoying was selecting beauties and concubines in the harem for herself... But after thinking for a while, I suddenly thought of someone, that is my father

I haven't thought about my father just now, but what happened during this period made me doubt it

Why did Xiaoying change her father's diapers personally?

Why doesn’t my father let others change it?

Even I can't do it. Every time I ask to help my father, surprisingly, Xiaoying and his father both object.

They all refused because they were buried and tired

It seems that there is a possibility that my father moved his penis to me, but his penis was gone in his crotch and he became a eunuch

Although the transplantation of living organs is somewhat contrary to the law, the operation was performed in our private hospital. Some shameful things are done. However, if it is transplanting my father's penis, there are too many doubts.

First of all, if my father really moved his penis to me, he would become a eunuch and his body would change. Although I can't see his crotch, he shouldn't grow a beard, and his voice will become a little feminine. However, my father did not have these situations. His beard still grew. Every three days, his father would definitely use a shave knife to shave himself.

Secondly, if my father donated my penis, then his postoperative recovery period will be longer than I need. How could he cook for me in the hotel?

Still working at the construction site?

Finally, I looked at my penis. Although it was covered with scars, the skin and muscle level of this penis were as young as other parts of my body. I have seen my father's penis before, with slight wrinkles on it, so this penis doesn't look like my father's.

Did I really undergo penis transplant surgery?

Who is the donor?

Really a stranger?

I fell into deep thought...