Zhao Ling sat up from the collection platform, and as soon as her left leg touched the ground, she felt a pang of pain in her lower abdomen.
Feet on the ground, a faint trail of blood slowly slid down the inside of her thigh. She steadied herself with one hand on the collection platform and tugged at the hem of her hospital gown with the other.
"I've compared the results of the fusion of the bodily fluids collected the first three times," the professor said, looking at the various readings on the screen.
"How did it go? Am I becoming more like him?" Zhao Ling asked, eager for the answer.
The professor turned to look at Zhao Ling, his face revealing a mysterious smile.
"Yes, your uterus is absorbing his fluids, and your spinal capacity is increasing," the professor nodded in affirmation.
"You're saying… if another woman slept with him, could she achieve the same effect?" Zhao Ling asked.
