In the ward, Dr.
Shiku was holding a medical record file, speaking softly to Aiko on the bed.
“Aiko, how are you feeling today?
Is there anywhere you’re uncomfortable?” Aiko was listless and weak, only shaking her head slightly.
Dr.
Shiku was about to offer a few more words of comfort when the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
He habitually turned his head, preparing to utter the words he had said countless times: “Mr.
Nari, you’ve arrived…” The latter half of his sentence was forcefully swallowed back, stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.
He saw a person.
A person…
who shouldn’t exist in the three-dimensional world.
Silver-white long hair cascaded to her waist, and an intricate yet luxurious white battle suit outlined a perfect figure.
The entire person seemed to have a soft-focus filter, exuding an aloofness that warned others to keep their distance.
Dr.
Shiku adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, but the world beneath the lenses didn’t become any more scientific.
He seriously suspected that he had performed three high-intensity surgeries recently and was now so exhausted that he was experiencing clinical hallucinations.
He lowered his head and looked at the medical record file in his hand; the guardian column was clearly written with a black pen.
“Name: Nari.
Gender: Male.” Dr.
Shiku’s brain, a precise instrument constructed from countless medical texts and clinical experiences, hummed under the strain at this moment.
Just a second before he was about to crash, the “stunning woman” who walked in spoke, her voice filled with anxiety.
“Dr.
Shiku, it’s me, Nari.
How is Aiko?” This sentence, like an erroneous command, directly breached Dr.
Shiku’s last logical firewall.
It was Nari.
It was his familiar voice.
It was the polite, steady, and reliable young Counselor who came to care for his daughter every day, rain or shine.
Dr.
Shiku felt his worldview being crushed and then reshaped by an invisible hand.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word, only staring blankly at the ice goddess before him.
You’re telling me this is a man?
After a few days, Nari had changed drastically, but he was truly beautiful.
Even Dr.
Shiku, who had seen many grand occasions, was shocked by Nari’s appearance at this moment.
On the hospital bed, the previously listless Aiko slowly opened her big eyes.
She vaguely looked at the silver-haired figure by the bed; the haze brought on by her illness seemed to be dispelled by that figure.
In the world of a seven-year-old child, such a beautiful existence only appeared in fairy tales.
Her small face was filled with wonder and longing, and she used all her strength to utter a dreamlike sound.
“Wow…
it’s an angel sister…
are you here to take Aiko to heaven?” These words, like the sharpest ice pick, fiercely pierced Nari’s heart.
He froze completely.
All thoughts of social death, embarrassment, or exposed secrets were instantly thrown to the winds.
He suddenly squatted down, his hands trembling slightly as he held his daughter’s small hand, which had an IV line inserted.
“Aiko, it’s Daddy.
Daddy is right here.
Daddy won’t let you go anywhere.” He didn’t dare to use force, only gently stroking his daughter’s hand with his fingertips, trying to convey his warmth.
Aiko blinked her big eyes.
The familiar scent, the gentle actions, and this unbelievably beautiful face slowly merged in her small head.
She had no doubt, no confusion.
The next second, immense joy erupted on her face; that pure happiness even brought a touch of color to her pale little face.
“Daddy!
You’ve become a princess!
The most beautiful princess in the world!” In a child’s world, logic is simple and pure.
Her beloved Daddy is omnipotent, so of course he can become the most beautiful princess in the world.
It makes perfect sense!
Aiko happily extended her other hand, tightly hugging Nari’s arm, her small head affectionately rubbing against his luxurious yet cool sleeve, like a kitten finding its owner’s embrace.
“I love Princess Daddy the most!
Daddy, can you promise Aiko that you’ll always wear women’s clothes from now on, okay!” Nari: “…” He was utterly speechless, his mind filled with a string of ellipses.
Agree?
Or not agree?
This was no longer a simple multiple-choice question; it was a soul-searching dilemma.
And this scene caused all witnesses inside and outside the ward to collectively turn to stone.
At the door, several young nurses who had “escorted” him from the nursing station were peeking through the doorframe, their brains having completely given up resistance.
The legendary aloof and ethereal Jing Liu Coser was actually this gentle and patient male mom?
How did these two extremely different attributes, as if belonging to two different species, manage to coexist harmoniously in the same person?
This is unscientific!
This is illogical!
But this…
is so shippable!
Inside the ward, Dr.
Shiku finally rebooted from his crashed state.
He looked at Aiko, whose vital signs monitoring data had visibly stabilized due to the appearance of “Princess Daddy,” and a bold and absurd idea formed in his mind.
Could it be…
this is a new type of psychotherapy?
Through subversive visual impact, to bring strong positive emotional stimulation to the patient, thereby promoting dopamine secretion and enhancing the will to live?
Perhaps…
he could write a paper on this topic.
“Feasibility Report on Cross-dressing Therapy in the Clinical Application of Pediatric Rare Diseases.” Thinking of this, Dr.
Shiku pushed up his glasses and spoke with the serious attitude of discussing an academic issue.
“Mr.
Nari, actually…
Aiko has a point.” Nari suddenly turned to look at him.
Dr.
Shiku continued to analyze earnestly: “The child’s mental state is much better now; this is a very positive psychological suggestion.
From a medical perspective, maintaining a pleasant mood is extremely beneficial for recovery.
So…
if it’s convenient for you, you can…
you can try this…
mental therapy more often.” Sato, who had been following behind without speaking, showed a doting smile: I don’t think Aiko wants to see it, I think you want to see it, Dr.
Shiku!
You perverted Liu.
Dr.
Shiku seemed to realize his intentions were somewhat exposed.
He coughed, and to cover his embarrassment, quickly turned and walked out of the ward: “Uh, I’m going to check on other patients.” The atmosphere in the ward was both warm and strange for a moment.
Nari’s scalp was still tingling from his daughter’s request to “always wear women’s clothes from now on,” while Sato was shaking all over, trying to suppress his laughter.
Just then.
“Bang—!” The ward door was pushed open with even greater force, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
A girl in a blue and white school uniform, with a delicate face but an icy expression, walked in, carrying a pink insulated lunchbox.
The aloof girl before them was Nari’s 15-year-old elder daughter, Masako, who was in junior high.
Her gaze swept across the room, finally locking precisely onto Nari.
There was no surprise, no scream, not even a hint of extra emotion.
She simply spoke in an extremely flat, almost indifferent tone: “Old man, have you finally come to your senses?” Nari’s body instantly stiffened.
It was over.
How did his elder daughter, Masako, also come?
Shouldn’t she be at school at this time?
“Ma…
Masako, why are you here?
Did you skip class?” Masako said blandly, “I took leave.” “Oh!” Nari nodded.
At this moment, Masako scanned her “Ice Goddess” father with cold, captivating eyes.
It was exactly as she had guessed; her father was indeed the viral online Jing Liu cosplayer.
How to put it!
Her father in women’s clothing still had a charming allure.
Nari was somewhat flustered by his elder daughter’s gaze at this moment.
An indescribable emotion surged.
It was really embarrassing!
To be wearing women’s clothes in front of his daughters, he wondered how they would see him.
Would they think he had a cross-dressing fetish?
However, Masako just looked at Nari, then she put down the lunchbox in her hand and walked step by step in front of Nari.
She didn’t speak, but simply scrutinized him from the silver wig on his head to the white long boots on his feet, as if examining a product fresh off a factory assembly line.
Her expression remained as flat as ever.
Nari’s heart slowly sank to the bottom.
Then, Masako made a move that surprised everyone.
She took out her phone, adjusted the angle, and aimed it at Nari’s flawless face.
Click!