Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hospital Says I'm a Pregnant Man: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

"Andy Linden. 12 weeks pregnant. Positive." I stared at that line on my medical report, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was a freshman who had just started at a private university in the city last week.The university required all incoming students to undergo a physical exam at a designated hospital, supposedly as part of a smart healthcare partnership. That morning, all I'd done was have some blood drawn and get an ultrasound.In the afternoon, I'd been informed that I was three months pregnant and had to immediately pay for prenatal tests and pregnancy management."Ma'am, there must be a mistake on the report, right?" I clutched the report as I stood at the payment window.I continued in a perplexed tone, "I'm a guy, and I'm single. I've never even dated anyone. How could I possibly be pregnant?"The nurse behind the counter was applying lipstick. She impatiently snatched the report from my hand."Can't you read? Your HCG levels are abnormally high, and the u

Every time I went to the hospital, I played the role of the most devoted first-time mother. During my prenatal checkups, I held a notebook and carefully wrote down every instruction, while my phone quietly recorded everything from inside my pocket.At the payment window, I pestered the nurses until they gave me itemized receipts with all the necessary stamps.I would say, "Ma'am, I need to keep these for reimbursement."In the ultrasound room, I begged Michael to print out the images. I lovingly ran my fingers over the blurry gray shapes and said, "I want to make a scrapbook of the baby's growth. Then, I can show it to him after he's born."There were more than half a year's worth of prenatal records, payment receipts, and ultrasound images. I kept everything in a file folder. It grew thicker and thicker.Two weeks before my due date, the hospital's attitude toward me suddenly changed. When I went in for a checkup, the nurses were no longer eager to help. Instead, they acted as

The security guards dragged me toward the psychiatric unit. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sickly white glow across the hallway.My arms were twisted behind my back, and I could hear my joints creaking. I struggled with everything I had, but no one paid any attention.My heart sank, and all the warmth drained from my body."Wait." A police officer walked toward us, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the tiled floor.Michael's expression tightened, but he quickly forced a smile. "Officer, like I said, it's all a misunderstanding—""We're just following standard procedure." The officer cut him off, his eyes falling on my arms twisted behind my back. "We're just going to ask a few questions."The needle was pulled out of my arm. My legs went weak, and I nearly collapsed to my knees. I seized the opportunity to lunge forward and grab the officer's sleeve.In a hoarse voice, I rasped, "Officer, I'm not sick! They're framing me!"I pointed at Michael, my chest heaving

Harsh white light shone down in the interrogation room. Michael sat slumped in his chair, his face ashen.The door opened again. This time, a middle-aged man in uniform walked in.He swept his gaze around the room before finally looking at me. "Are you Andy Linden? I'm the director of the state's health department, and I'm also leading the investigation."I stood up and handed him the thick stack of receipts.The scam had run for three years with 76 students falling victim. There were more than four million dollars involved.Those innocent girls had been too terrified to speak up. Some had taken out online loans. Some had dropped out of university. Some had fallen into depression...And now, I had a chance to speak for them. All the grievances, fear, and anger I'd carried for more than six months finally erupted in that moment.I requested firmly, "Please investigate this all the way. Make sure everyone involved faces the consequences they deserve."The man took the documents a