Chapter 11: The Baby Before
Every 30th of every month, he would go to extract pheromones for Lu An.
Lu Xuan felt annoyed when he thought about this, and buried himself back in the quilt with the game console in his arms.
[Host, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let today go. We can see if there are any suitable opportunities to create.]
knew……
Lu Xuan replied weakly and crawled out from under the quilt again. Most people with claustrophobia don't like to crawl into the quilt completely. The small quilt has no air circulation and is full of suffocation.
He doesn't like it either, but when he is unhappy, he will use pain to divert his attention in a self-deprecating way.
Nourish pain with pain.
*
When you come here, even sunlight becomes a luxury.
Outside, the sun was blazing high. Inside, I looked up to see densely packed buildings crammed together, obscuring the sun. The damp, sultry path was filled with an indescribable, fishy odor.
The most chaotic urban village in Beijing.
Lu Xuan covered his nose and relied on his memory to walk through the intricate alleys and came to a dilapidated elevator. He pressed the button for the second floor below ground and went directly to the underground hospital.
"I heard you have an alpha?" The middle-aged doctor took off his glasses and looked at him seriously.
Lu Xuan nodded, the doctor was from Lu Zhanhong's side.
Gong Yongjia frowned in disagreement. "Did he mark you? Temporary mark or lifelong mark? Has the temporary mark expired?"
A barrage of questions came down, and Lu Xuan replied in sign language: "It's a temporary mark, it hasn't expired yet."
Doctor Gong's tone intensified as he reprimanded, "I told you and your father a long time ago not to look for an alpha, and certainly not to be labeled by anyone!"
"The marked pheromones are impure and need to be dialyzed twice before they can be used. Dialysis requires more pheromones, and the pheromones extracted from you will be three times the usual amount!"
three times……
It used to be 500 at a time... Now it's been tripled, which means he has to extract 1,500 milliliters of pheromones at a time...
Thinking of the stinging sensation of the needle piercing his skin, Lu Xuan shuddered and asked in sign language, "The mark will expire in two days. Can I come back in two days?"
"No," Doctor Gong refused flatly. "A cycle lasts thirty days. Even if we miss one day, something bad will happen."
It was Lu An who got into trouble, not him...
But if 1,500 milliliters of pheromones were extracted at once, he would be the one to die!
Lu Xuan stared at his black-framed glasses, feeling a chill down her spine, and subconsciously wanted to escape.
Seeing him stand up, the woman watching the surveillance video behind him changed her expression drastically, "Go and stop him!"
Led by Xu Daiman, several doctors in white coats rushed in, holding the familiar syringes in their hands.
Xu Daiman approached, gently placed his hand on his shoulder, pushed him towards the bed next to him, and coaxed him with a smile: "Xiaoxuan, this may be a little painful, just bear with it..."
No……
Looking at the syringe that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, Lu Xuan's hands shook even more violently. He slapped Xu Daiman's hand away and got up.
"Lu Xuan, are you really leaving?" A frivolous voice, neither too light nor too heavy, pushed the choice to him.
There is only one option.
Lu Xuan paused.
"That's right!" Xu Daiman smiled with satisfaction and winked at the doctor.
Two medical staff carried him to the chair.
The cold needle pierced through his flesh and blood, and feeling the loss of pheromones, Lu Xuan looked at the floor numbly.
Haven't you been afraid for a long time? Why do you want to run away when you hear triple the amount?
After extracting one tube, Lu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, blinked, and tried to see the texture of the floor clearly.
Dr. Gong didn't give him time to breathe and inserted the second needle without hesitation.
Lu Xuan's pupils constricted, as if the needle had pierced his lungs, making even breathing painful. The worst pain was in his glands, which felt like they had been drained of water, leaving them dry and painful...
Doctor Gong pulled out the needle and leaned over to say, "Prepare for the third shot."
No… His will to survive made the decision for him, and Lu Xuan instinctively shook off the person holding him. Strangely, the restraints on his hands actually released him obediently.
Lu Xuan didn't have time to think about it. When he was halfway up, he was pushed down again.
The familiar scent of lemon wafted over him, draining away the last bit of his strength.
"Does it hurt?" Lu An leaned over, nuzzling the tip of his cool nose against his ear, coaxing him, "Why don't you come to me if it hurts? Do you know how much I've missed you these past few days? You don't know anything, you just want to leave me..."
The hand on my waist increased its force, and a chill ran through my bones and skin.
No matter how uncomfortable he felt, he couldn't push it away. He was so weak that it was difficult for him to even lift his hands.
Lu An wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with one hand and spoke like coaxing a child: "Let's continue while it hurts, okay? Who asked you to get together with Si You? This is a punishment! If there's a next time, it will only hurt more than it does now."
"continue."
The extraction time for this injection was extremely long, so long that Lu Xuan suspected that the gland had died.
"Too much pheromone was extracted this time, which may cause pheromone confusion. If you feel unwell, remember to come to the hospital." Lu Xuan heard all of Dr. Gong's instructions.
No need to wait for the pheromone chaos, he's dying now.
Lu An asked, "Do you want to go see her? She's been more confused than ever lately. Dad had to mention you to her several times before she finally remembered who you were."
Her biological mother, Lin Wenxia, suffered a brain injury in a car accident twelve years ago. She has memory disorder and emotional disorders and was diagnosed as insane by the hospital.
Lu Xuan lay in bed for a while and recovered some strength before going to the inpatient ward on the third floor below ground.
"How is she?" Lu Xuan wrote and handed it to the nurse.
He came every month and couldn't speak. His aunt was deeply impressed by him and said regretfully, "It's worse than before. She could remember some things when I reminded her a few days ago, but now she can't..."
There was an impassable door between them. Without Lu Zhanhong's permission, he could only inquire from outside the door but was not allowed to go in.
Lu Xuan couldn't speak. She used to like sitting by the window and writing letters, then handing them in and talking to her.
But recently, Lin Wenxia's mental state has been getting worse. She doesn't remember him and can't understand his handwriting. So Lu Xuan doesn't like to write anymore.
"I asked her this morning who I was, but she didn't recognize me. Why don't you write something to her? Just in case she recognizes you," suggested Auntie.
Lu Xuan took the paper beside him and wanted to write, but he didn't know what to write. Seeing the visiting time slipping away, he reached into the window in despair.
After a while, the person inside shook his hand.
Auntie giggled and jokingly said, "Sister Xia, don't you forget him? Why are you still holding his hand?"
A gentle voice came from inside, like a spring breeze passing through, bringing a gentle rain, sprinkling it on the dry grass and trees: "I used to have a very cute baby. He was very clingy. Every time he saw my hand was free, he would come over and hold it."
No one dared to ask where her previous baby had gone.
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