Chapter 66 Omega?
There were many people around the ward, but apart from Luo Cheng, who had picked him up, Mu Yan didn't recognize anyone.
The crowd gathered around a dignified middle-aged man, who was presumably Shang Qiyue's father. Luo Cheng also walked over, stood beside him, and whispered something to him.
Mu Yan stood outside the ward, feeling her hands and feet were ice cold.
He has a natural fear of hospitals; in the face of the immense power of life and death, everything and everyone becomes incredibly insignificant.
On the way here, Luo Cheng had already explained Shang Qiyue's situation to Mu Yan.
The new treatment was effective for Shang Qiyue, even bringing him into his first true period of vulnerability, no different from other alphas. At that time, Mu Yan was not in City A. After consulting with the doctors at the research institute, he used the inhibitors on his own.
But what no one expected was that he would be allergic to inhibitors.
To be precise, he wasn't allergic to the alpha inhibitor itself, but rather to a component of an imported inhibitor he was using that was unavailable on the market. That inhibitor was expensive, had a better inhibitory effect, and caused almost no discomfort.
The doctor only knew about ordinary inhibitors, but did not consider the imported, highly effective inhibitors. By the time something went wrong, it was too late.
"Then... what can I do for him?"
Mu Yan lowered his head, unaware that his voice was trembling slightly.
"Don't worry, there's no use in worrying," Luo Cheng gave Mu Yan a reassuring look. "When we get to the hospital, the doctor will explain it to you."
There were too many people outside the ward, and doctors were going in and out. Mu Yan felt like he couldn't breathe. No one noticed him, and he couldn't see Shang Qiyue to confirm that he was safe, at least for this moment.
"Mr. Mu? Let me check on the patient's condition with you." The doctor came out, his expression calm.
Luo Cheng poured Mu Yan a glass of water from somewhere and patted him on the shoulder to help him relax.
"The patient suffers from pheromone disorder syndrome. Due to the effectiveness of the treatment, he experienced his first susceptible period last night, and had a severe rejection reaction to a certain component of the specific inhibitor. Our hospital and the research institute under Mr. Shang have been collaborating and have learned that you and the patient seem to have a high compatibility similar to that between an alpha and an omega, so we asked you to come and assist with the treatment."
The doctor looked at Mu Yan, waiting for his response before continuing.
Luo Cheng stood beside him and, seeing that he was stunned and didn't speak, asked the doctor on his behalf what he needed to do.
"If you're willing to cooperate, it's best to have him complete a lifelong marking with you. All cases of pheromone disorder being cured ultimately achieved through lifelong marking with a partner with a compatibility rate of over 98%. This can solve the problem at its source."
“But I… am a beta.” Mu Yan was stunned.
“We know,” the doctor adjusted his glasses, “that it’s not a traditional, lifelong marking, but rather a targeted drug released into the air after he injects you with pheromones, making his body think he’s marked you. This procedure carries certain risks for betas, as their bodies generally react negatively to alpha pheromones. Furthermore, the marking process is extremely painful, and some betas even suffer long-term consequences. But it is indeed the only feasible method at present, and we need to consider your wishes.”
Mu Yan's face was pale, and his lips trembled slightly.
He had experienced temporary marking; during his susceptible period, Lu Chong, in a fit of rage, bit the back of his neck and injected pheromones into him.
Now he faces a permanent mark, a mark a hundred times more painful than a temporary one...
"Doctor, please give Mr. Mu some time to think it over," Luo Cheng said quickly, trying to help Mu Yan out of his predicament when he saw Mu Yan's pale face.
The doctor nodded: "Mr. Mu, please sit down for a while, have some water to calm down, and consider it as soon as possible. This is the patient's condition and the risks. The patient is in a lot of pain right now. If you are not willing, we will have to start working on other options as soon as possible."
“What are you considering?” The middle-aged man who had been standing not far away walked over, his expression mocking and cold. He scrutinized Mu Yan for a moment. “You’ve been with him for less than two months, and he’s already given you a house and ordered a car. But when he needs you, he turns his back on you. Tell me, how much money do you want?”
Mu Yan's face turned deathly pale, as if he had been slapped in the face in public. He instinctively opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
"Speak up," Mr. Shang frowned. "How much money do you want? Why are you dawdling like this at a time like this? Isn't it just trying to negotiate the price?"
Mu Yan's mind went blank. He just wanted to ask what the other options were if he didn't have to be marked for life, but his throat felt blocked and he couldn't say anything until his father looked at him with disgust and walked away.
It's like... looking at Mu Yan any longer would only taint his own eyes.
“Luo Cheng, Dr. Li,” Mr. Shang called out coldly, “go talk to him. I’ll accept any amount of money, no matter how much, as long as he’s alive to spend it.”
Luo Cheng nodded obediently, patted Mu Yan on the shoulder, and told him to sit down first. Then he exchanged a glance with the doctor.
“Mr. Mu, please don’t take what the old man said to heart. I know you and President Shang have a deep bond. The medical conditions here are excellent. Although the process will be painful, we will definitely ensure your safety. As for the probability of any aftereffects, it is relatively small... Even if there are any, they will be common heart and immune system diseases. Once President Shang wakes up, we will definitely use all available medical resources to find a way to cure you.”
"What about other treatment options?"
Mu Yan's voice was strained, trembling involuntarily. He felt as if something was choking him, and it seemed as if he had used up all his strength to say those words.
“Besides a lifelong mark,” he looked at the doctor, his eyes reddening, “is there any other way?”
The doctor seemed taken aback for a moment, then looked down and flipped through the folder in his hand, as if he hadn't expected Mu Yan to ask this question.
Luo Cheng, standing next to him, lowered his head.
He didn't answer immediately, but stared at the floor tiles at his feet, as if trying hard to suppress some emotion. After a moment, he spoke in a low voice:
"...Other options have a very low success rate."
Mu Yan was taken aback.
"What's the meaning?"
Luo Cheng didn't look up, his voice very soft: "It's a combined therapy of nerve block and high-pressure suppression, but the risks are extremely high. Mr.'s body... might not be able to withstand it, falling into a prolonged coma, or even endangering his life. Only this marking method can save his life while curing his pheromone disorder."
Mu Yan felt as if a sharp thorn had been subtly pierced his heart. He looked sharply at the doctor, but the doctor did not answer him immediately. Instead, from an angle that Mu Yan could not see, he briefly exchanged glances with Luo Cheng.
The gaze was subtle and swift, but the distraught Mu Yan didn't notice it at all.
Then the doctor nodded, his tone grave: "That's true. Under the current circumstances, we don't recommend any other options."
The feeling of being needed and the fear of being branded for life almost overwhelmed Mu Yan completely. He felt as if he had been pushed underwater, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to breathe.
He stood outside the ward, as if he could see Shang Qiyue struggling in agony on the other side of the door.
Shang Qiyue... is sometimes very good to you, and sometimes very bad to you.
"If it's just a minor illness, that's fine," Mu Yan thought, hot tears streaming down her face involuntarily. "Shang Qiyue's words are so harsh; it's no wonder he's suffering from a minor illness."
But aside from his somewhat harsh way of speaking, Shang Qiyue is actually a very, very good person.
Shang Qiyue saved his mother's life, gave her money, a little love, and promised Mu Yan freedom.
Mu Yan did love him a little, just like Shang Qiyue's love for him—stingy and meager, almost negligible.
However, he sincerely hoped that Shang Qiyue would be healthy and safe.
And... happiness.
“Okay…” Mu Yan turned her head and nodded slightly but firmly to the doctor.
Just then, a syringe pierced the back of his neck without warning, and the cold liquid was injected into his muscles almost instantly. Mu Yan didn't have time to struggle before he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He tried to speak, but couldn't even utter a sound. All he heard was the doctor's panicked voice amidst the chaos: "Sir, this is illegal, and without Mr. Mu's signature, we cannot..."
A buzzing sound filled my ears.
Through his blurry vision, he saw several bodyguards in black rush up, stand between the doctor and him, drag him away from the corridor, and push him through an automatic sensor door.
"If you're unwilling, then have your dean find someone who is," Mr. Shang said coldly. "The procedures can be completed later; whether it's illegal or not is up to me. If something happens to my son, can you take responsibility?"
The hatch slammed shut in front of Mu Yan with a click, shutting out the words Shang Fu hadn't finished saying. The world seemed to quiet down, and the buzzing sound seemed to disappear as well.
The pitch-black cabin was suddenly illuminated by a cold, white light, which stung Mu Yan so much that he instinctively shed tears.
He collapsed to the ground, his body completely drained of strength, as limp as a puddle of water.
The ventilation vents were whirring, and Mu Yan faintly caught a whiff of the delicate scent of gardenias. Without any apparent reason, he guessed it was something similar to omega pheromones.
The fragrance of gardenias grew stronger and stronger, gradually becoming a bit cloying. Just as Mu Yan was starting to feel breathless, he suddenly caught a very faint whiff of cigar amidst the sweet aroma.
The next second, he heard another person's breathing and heartbeat getting closer and closer.
It is Shang Qiyue.
The strong omega pheromone-like substance in the air filled Mu Yan's nasal cavity, causing his eyes to water continuously.
His vision was blurry, but he still managed to make out Shang Qiyue's familiar outline.
Mu Yan tried to relax and forced a reassuring smile.
I'm here, don't be afraid.
I'm here to save you.
He reached out to hug Shang Qiyue, but Shang Qiyue's large hand gripped his neck tightly, pinning him firmly to the ground.
"Omega?" Shang Qiyue's voice was unfamiliar and cold, and his eyes were icy as if he didn't recognize him at all.
"Who let you in?"
"I already said I don't need it, get out."
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