Ian set down his pen, his long fingers interlacing as he asked, "Is your period regular?"

I nodded, "Yes, it’s regular, right on time every month."

"Have you had a gynecological exam? Any ultrasounds?" Ian continued to ask.

"I’ve had the exams, everything was normal."

Hearing this, Ian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at me gently. "Have you ever been sexually assaulted? For example, rape, drug-induced assault, or molestation by someone you know?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Think carefully. Have you ever woken up one day feeling discomfort in your body?"

"Really, no." Before coming here, I had looked up the possible causes of frigidity online, and some users mentioned this reason.

But I truly have no experience of sexual violence or anything that could be considered an assault.

Ian nodded slightly. "Your condition can be treated."

I felt a surge of joy and, forgetting my embarrassment, grabbed Ian’s hand. "Really?"

"Yes, but…"

"But what?"

"But your case is special. We can’t use conventional treatments. During the process, I will need to make some intimate contact with your body in private areas. So, are you still willing? If not, you can leave now."

My face flushed again, and I had the urge to run for the door. But then I thought of the pain my boyfriend was going through, and I held back.

"Dr. Carter, I’m willing!"

"Then lie down. I’ll start by examining your body."

Ian pulled back the curtain behind him, revealing a small white bed.

I did as he instructed.

Ian first went to the restroom inside to wash his hands, then carefully disinfected them and put on disposable gloves before standing by the small bed.

In the enclosed space, I could hear the sound of my own nervous breathing. The thought of my body being touched by the handsome but unfamiliar Dr. Carter made me feel a bit uncomfortable. "I… I’m ready, let’s begin."

Under his gold-rimmed glasses, Ian’s gaze was gentle yet calm, filling me with a sense of security. "Now, I’m going to examine your body."

"Okay." I nodded.