Chapter 3 Drug Ingredients

"I'll give him a soothing spray first. He'll wake up soon."

"What's the reason?" Jiang Ling picked up the tablet the young doctor had placed on the coffee table. He was dizzy from the array of curves and data on the screen. He casually threw the tablet onto the bed and leaned against the door to open the game. "I shouldn't die, right?"

"..." The doctor choked at Jiang Ling's broken mouth and put away the syringe. "There's no danger to life. There are traces of unidentified drugs in the blood, and the preliminary diagnosis is glandular damage. They must have used drugs that are not suitable for betas... They will be metabolized in about a week."

"drug?"

Jiang Xun frowned and his eyes fell on the sleeping Chen Luan's face.

"Ha." Jiang Ling, who was playing games, didn't even look up. She stared at the screen and turned away. "Playing so extravagantly is indeed the style of Zhou Jing's useless second generation. It's not easy to get pregnant, so you can do whatever you want..."

"Jiang Ling." A cold voice stopped Jiang Ling from talking more and more nonsense.

Jiang Ling paused playing the game, curled her lips, and ultimately didn't say anything more ridiculous. She slammed the door and went back to her room.

Doctor He neatly packed up the instruments he had used for the examination and stood up to say goodbye.

"I've already sent the relevant information and precautions to Young Master Chen Luan's personal terminal. I'll need to go back to the hospital for instrument analysis to get more detailed information on the drug's composition. I'll be leaving now."

On the other side, Jiang Ling, who had just entered the holographic game cabin, immediately rolled her eyes when she saw Jiang Xun returning from Chen Luan's room. "What? He can do it but others can't say it? Ha, I didn't expect him to be so bold. He usually looks like a quail."

"Are you an idiot, Jiang Ling?"

Jiang Xun picked up the coat that Jiang Ling had thrown on his bed and threw it back at Jiang Ling's face: "He doesn't have any smell of being marked. Can't you smell it?"

There is a difference between the smell of other people's pheromones that you pick up from close contact and the smell that comes from a more intimate relationship.

Even for betas that cannot be marked, the other person's pheromones will remain on the body for at least two days after intimate behavior.

Jiang Ling: “…”

Jiang Ling looked away guiltily, mumbling:

"It's annoying to look at him any more than usual. Who would care whether he's been marked or not?"

Jiang Xun didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Ling. He sat on the bed and continued reading his paper. "Anyway, be careful what you say outside these days. Whether the old man can be re-elected this time depends on the referendum next Thursday. If someone takes advantage of him and ruins his good deeds, do you still want to go to the ancestral hall to receive the family rules again?"

When it comes to family rules, Jiang Ling shuddered as if he had a psychological trauma.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Didn't he adopt Chen Luan just to get the votes of the Beta equal rights activists?" Jiang Ling picked up the pillow behind him and threw it at Jiang Xun, who was sitting on the bed flipping through his paper and taking notes.

"...Hey, could you please stop pretending? You're making it difficult for me to play games like this."

"Well, then you continue playing games. I'll go to the Federal Military Academy's mecha experience class alone next week." Jiang Xun calmly put away the screen: "I'm done. Good night."

Jiang Ling:?

Jiang Ling: ???!

Wait a minute?

Jiang Ling threw down the gaming helmet, jumped onto the bed and started to strangle Jiang Xun: "Jiang Xun!!! What mecha experience class! How come I didn't know about it? Get up and explain it clearly!"

"The school will hold a mecha knowledge competition tomorrow. The top ten students can go to the Federal Military Academy to drive mechas." Jiang Xun kicked Jiang Ling off his bed, turned over and closed his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why don't I remember this!!" Jiang Ling climbed up and shouted in despair, "Is it too late to prepare now?!"

"Yesterday when the teacher was announcing this, you were sleeping on the desk." Jiang Xun rested his head on his arm and watched Jiang Ling crawling around on the floor indifferently: "You were sleeping very soundly."

Jiang Ling: “…”

Jiang Ling: "I don't care, lend me your thesis notes!"

"Stop making noise, and let go of my legs. I've sent this to your email."

“!!!”

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Let me explain this in two ways.

Chen Luan, who had been in a coma for a long time, slept until dawn.

He lay in bed staring at the ceiling for five minutes before he realized where he was.

After traveling more than 200 years, there was still 3,000 yuan left in the card. Finally, it seemed that he fell asleep in the car, and then...

Who sent me back to the room?

Chen Luan got up, rubbed the back of his sore neck, and looked around.

There weren't many things in Jiang Luan's room. Apart from a pile of slightly old books on the desk and a mecha model on the bookshelf, the rest of the things were as neat and boring as a hotel suite. There was almost nothing practical or personal.

There was also a photo at the head of the bed. The thin boy Jiang Luan was wearing a loose civilian school uniform, with his lips tightly pursed, and was being hugged on the shoulders by a handsome man wearing work clothes.

The two men's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar, and Chen Luan guessed that the man was Jiang Luan's biological father, Chen Duan.

The background is a messy site with a pile of broken mechanical parts behind it.

The wardrobe is equally boring. Apart from the school uniform, there are only shirts and trousers.

Chen Luan rummaged through the closet for a long time before he found a solid-colored T-shirt and a pair of work shorts from the corner.

After taking the two pieces of clothes and taking a hot shower to change into them, Chen Luan dug out his cell phone from the messy bedding.

"Buzz—"

[Please check your new email: He Wenlang: Drug Component Analysis Report]

Chen Luan: What drug analysis?

Chen Luan opened his mailbox with doubts and saw another medical order email piled on the drug analysis report.

"Drug residue in blood..."

"Temporary damage to the gland...hormonal disturbance leading to coma."

"It is recommended to drink plenty of water and urinate, and then have a blood test again in a week."

After reading it roughly, Chen Luan belatedly touched the back of his neck where he felt a slight pain.

It was as if there was another heart there, beating to the pulse - boom, boom, boom.

Yes, he is now a 21-year-old beta with a completely undeveloped gland.

He is not the 28-year-old Chen Luan who had not undergone any secondary gender differentiation two hundred years ago.

Chen Luan, the mecha instructor of the S17 underground base, had already died in the winter of 2704.

That winter, there was only one year left before Victory Day.

Chen Luan stared blankly at his palms, which were not covered with calluses, and his arms, which had no new wounds on top of old ones. After a long while, he covered his eyes with his forearms and fell back on the bed in a daze.

Then he thought of Zhou Pei, who wanted to have dinner with him.

No wonder Zhou Pei was so anxious to apologize on behalf of his bastard brother.

I'm afraid he already knew that Jiang Luan was drugged by that little bastard?

He turned over and sat up, opening the drug analysis report.

The last line of the report clearly stated: The main ingredient of this drug acts on the developing and maturing omega glands, stimulating the omega to enter the fever period early and inhibiting the implantation of sperm.

(Note: Alpha and beta are contraindicated. Overdose can easily cause permanent gland damage and, in severe cases, can lead to shock or even death.)

Chen Luan stared at the line of words and suddenly sneered.

It was only then that he realized—

In this era, gay men can legally marry and even have children.

Jiang Luan, or now Chen Luan, is probably being targeted by gay men.

"Master Chen, it's time to go downstairs for breakfast."

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Chen Luan calmed down and chose to go downstairs.

Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

Director Jiang is away from home all year round, and Mrs. Jiang has been in poor health and lives alone in a small building in the backyard.

So there were only Jiang Xun, Jiang Ling and Chen Luan at the table.

The twins were both wearing school uniforms, and Chen Luan, who looked overly casual, seemed a bit out of place.

Breakfast was beef bone ginseng chicken soup, steamed buns, stir-fried asparagus, and a small bowl of rice.

Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling had already started eating without waiting for him.

Chen Luan didn't mind. He stood at the stairs, stroking his messy hair, and waved to the two brothers at the table: "Good morning."

Jiang Xun paused slightly and ignored it.

Jiang Ling, on the other hand, widened his eyes slightly as if he had seen a ghost.

For so many years, Jiang Luan always went downstairs quietly, lowered his head to eat, and left quietly. What happened to him today?

Just as he was about to nudge his brother with his elbow, Jiang Ling saw Chen Luan sitting across from them and said,

"Did you send me back to my room last night and call the doctor? Thanks, I'll pay you the consultation fee."

Jiang Ling: “?”

Jiang Ling: "Are you sick, Chen Luan? The family doctor has always been hired by the Jiang family. Do you really need to pay me?"

"Well, thank you for taking me back last night?"

Jiang Ling frowned: "The driver, Lao Zhang, carried you back. If you want to thank you, go thank him."

But Chen Luan suddenly moved closer for a second, and a faint scent of soap drifted into his nose.

Jiang Ling was startled and pushed Chen Luan away: "What are you doing?! Are you sick?"

Chen Luan stretched out a finger and pointed at his eyes: "Didn't you sleep well last night, kid? You're so angry."

The young man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his bony fingers resting on the delicate eyebrows and eyes, exuding an indescribable temperament.

Thinking of memorizing notes until midnight last night, Jiang Ling wiped his face and said, "What do you care! Why are you talking so much today? You're so annoying. And who is the kid?!"

Why is this person so annoying today? I might as well just be a silent, invisible person like before.

“Click.”

Jiang Xun put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked down at his watch and said, "I'm full."

Then his eyes fell on Jiang Ling's half-eaten breakfast, and then looked at Jiang Ling, whose face had begun to turn slightly red: "We're going to be late."

Jiang Ling: “…

Jiang Ling: "Damn! I'm not eating anymore!"

After saying that, he picked up his schoolbag and angrily dragged Jiang Xun out of the room.

Chen Luan folded his arms and watched the two brothers tugging and pulling each other as they went out. He stretched and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Living in the wartime with scarce supplies, Chen Luan had only drunk industrially prepared nutrient solution that tasted like chicken soup.

So when faced with this breakfast that he had only seen in textbooks, Chen Luan ate it with great piety.

In the huge Jiang family mansion, Chen Luan was the only one left.

Servants came and went, but no one spoke to Chen Luan. They would only bow slightly and call him "Young Master Chen" when passing by.

This land seemed to have never truly regarded him as one of their own. Even though people outside called him "Jiang Luan", in the Jiang family mansion, he was always the commoner beta who had climbed to a high position due to luck.

But Chen Luan was happy to be alone.

He was rolling around in the small garden behind the house at this time.

He was fascinated by the smell of the grass there, the green of the lush Cistanche deserticola, a color that was almost extinct in the barren land during the war.

Chen Luan wandered around Jiang's house all day, looking around.

The Jiang residence is actually a manor. In addition to the main villa and Mrs. Jiang’s small building, there are also large lawns, swimming pools, gardens, and even a horse farm.

There are several graceful and elegant horses in the stable, and the most beautiful ones are the black and white horses in the independent stable on the east side.

The servant in charge of taking care of the horses followed Chen Luan closely. He didn't know why this introverted young master, who always stayed at home and didn't like to show up in public, suddenly came to the horse farm today.

He had to keep an eye on Chen Luan and prevent him from hurting the two young masters' favorite horses.

Unfortunately, Chen Luan just came for a walk and left without touching anything, as if he had just finished his meal and came out for a casual walk.

It was not until the night fell that Chen Luan, who was lying on the lawn watching the sunset and fell asleep, was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone.

In a daze, Chen Luan almost mistook the ringing of his cell phone for an alarm clock. He listened to the other party's voice and it took him several seconds to wake up.

It’s Zhou Pei.

"Hello? Jiang Luan? Are you listening?"

Chen Luan got up, brushed off the grass on his body, stretched, and walked back slowly. His voice was filled with the sticky nasal sound of just waking up: "Well...you say."

The other party seemed silent for half a second.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

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