Medical Center.
Emergency Room.
After hearing what the young white man said, Adam's immediate thought was: I really am still too young.
"I pass by a farm on my way to school. They look so beautiful."
Seeing Adam frozen in place, the young man seemed to let loose, looking at Adam as he began to describe his feelings in detail.
"They're so magnificent. I even dream about them. But people turn them into leather shoes and hamburgers. How can they treat such beautiful cows this way?"
"Wait, something's not right!"
Adam was only shocked for a moment.
Then, from the young man's expression and description, he immediately sensed that something was off.
If this guy truly fell in love with a cow, as he claimed, he wouldn't refer to them as they.
After all, people who keep pets always give them names and refer to them like family members.
Not to mention, if this guy really had such an extreme attachment, he'd be far more specific.
Take Rajesh's "Little Gui" for example—that guy talked about his pet as if she were his girlfriend.
That's true love.
"So, you want a contraceptive injection… are you trying to prevent something, or are you over it?"
Adam regained his composure and examined the oddball in front of him.
"To prevent it," the young man replied awkwardly, forcing a smile. "I just have the impulse—it's purely physical—but I know it's wrong, so I haven't… you know…"
"Good."
Adam nodded. "Because that would be wrong."
"So… can you give me the shot?"
The young man looked at Adam expectantly.
"You're really willing to chemically castrate yourself just to suppress a momentary impulse?"
Adam scrutinized his microexpressions.
"I don't want to, but I don't have a choice."
The young man grimaced in pain. "I know it's wrong."
Yeah, talking big is definitely wrong.
Adam mentally rolled his eyes. But he also sensed that the guy wasn't faking it—he really seemed to be struggling.
That puzzled Adam.
Because it meant his earlier assumption was incorrect.
That's right.
As soon as he noticed the flaws in the young man's words, Adam formed a hypothesis.
His first thought? Some twisted fraternity initiation challenge.
During his time at Columbia University, Adam had received invites to join fraternities but declined.
Having seen American Pie in his previous life, he had a natural aversion to frat culture.
Besides, the tallest trees catch the most wind.
A lot of people didn't like him and were jealous of him.
And at elite universities, fraternities weren't just student organizations—they held real power.
Successful alumni funded them, allowing top fraternities to own private mansions on campus.
Parties, girls, wild nights—everything was on the table.
That's why so many freshmen, despite knowing how twisted some initiation challenges were, still eagerly signed up.
It wasn't the first time jealous fraternity members had targeted Adam with their freshman initiation dares.
And it wasn't just fraternities.
Columbia's sororities were just as bad.
At first, they had some sense of dignity. But one year, they straight-up made "sleeping with Adam" an initiation goal.
They had no shame, but Adam did.
No matter how they tempted him, no matter what seductive tricks they pulled, Adam saw right through them.
That year, the sorority nearly failed to induct any new members.
They had to change the "sleep with Adam" challenge into a test for the sorority president instead.
And when that president graduated, the next one faced the same problem. In the end, they just scrapped the challenge entirely.
Now, looking at this young man—who was about the right age for college, had a ridiculous impulse, and clearly struggled with it—Adam had to consider the possibility.
But Adam had graduated from Columbia four years ago. In that time, neither the frats nor the sororities had tried to involve him in their nonsense again.
And this guy did seem genuinely distressed.
Still, just to be safe…
Adam decided to probe further.
"You don't have to go to such extremes."
An idea formed in his mind. Keeping his expression neutral, he said, "You're not the only one who's ever felt this way."
The young man froze in shock, his mouth hanging open.
No way.
There are others like me?
No way.
Doctors have actually dealt with this before?
No way.
"Don't look so skeptical."
Adam kept a straight face. "Because of doctor-patient confidentiality, I won't name names. But let's just say, a certain fraternity president once took his initiation challenge way too seriously.
"Most guys just bring a sheep into a room, pretend to do something, and call it a day.
"But he? He was too committed.
"He wanted to prove himself so badly that he—"
Adam paused. "Well, let's just say the senior members watching from outside were horrified.
"After that, he could never hear a sheep's bleat the same way again."
The young man's jaw nearly hit the floor. Stammering, he asked, "So… what happened to him? Did he see a doctor?"
"Yep."
As Adam told the story, he watched the young man's reaction closely.
When he mentioned fraternities and initiation challenges, there was zero reaction.
The shock on the guy's face was real.
That ruled out the possibility that he was part of some frat prank targeting Adam.
"He truly loved that sheep. He wanted to let go, but instead of extreme measures like chemical or physical castration, he opted for psychological therapy."
Adam smiled. "That's why doctors really have seen it all. I'm not kidding. If there's anything you're not telling me, just be honest. The more details you share, the better we can help."
The young man was convinced—but still hesitated.
"Let's take this step by step."
Adam gave him a reassuring, professional smile. "Do you really love a cow? Or is this just a metaphor—does 'cow' actually refer to a woman?"
In the East, he'd be sure this was just a metaphor.
But in America?
Or rather, in the world of TV medical dramas?
Adam wasn't so sure.
Because the story he just told?
In this world, it wasn't something he made up…
The young man's eyes flickered. Avoiding Adam's gaze, he lowered his head. "It's a cow. She's beautiful. I'm in love. I just want to prevent anything from happening."
"And who is she?"
Adam sighed in relief. So it really is just a metaphor—thank God I'm not dealing with something worse.
"For you to come up with such an absurd and embarrassing metaphor, this must be about someone serious. Your friend's girlfriend?"
The young man's face contorted in shock.
Adam studied his expression and shook his head.
"Not that, huh? Well, the next few possibilities aren't much better."
The young man's face twisted in agony.
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