Cyrysanthemum Garden (ABO desire)-Chapter 59 -:58

When Sheng Shaoyou opened his eyes, he smelled a familiar smell of hypochlorous acid disinfectant.

In a trance, I heard the doctor’s nervous advice: "Mr.

Hua, your pheromone glands are severely damaged.

You need to lie still. Mr. Sheng will wake up soon. Don’t worry, go back and rest."

"Go back? I’m not going anywhere. Just help me put up an extra bed next to Mr. Sheng."

"But—" "But what?"

"But you have to let us check the wound.

Theoretically, you need to undergo surgery as soon as possible, otherwise..." "No surgery is necessary." Hua Yong said confidently, "This time is different from the last time. It’s not a penetrating wound. Besides, my glands are the most capable of healing in my body. This minor wound doesn’t even need stitches."

Gland? Injury?

Sheng Shaoyou had a splitting headache, and what was even more strange was that his abdomen was also bloated and aching.

He couldn’t help but move his arms, protecting his abdomen with his palms, and groaned unconsciously.

Swoosh—— All eyes in the room were instantly focused on him.

A gust of wind carrying the fragrance of orchids blew towards him.

"Mr. Sheng, are you awake?"

Sheng Shaoyou opened his eyes and saw a pale face. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had been invited to have dinner with Sheng Shaoqing.

I don’t know what happened, but I ended up in the hospital after eating.

My head was dizzy, my body felt heavy, and my limbs felt so heavy as if they were filled with lead that I didn’t want to move.

Sheng Shaoyou stared blankly for a while, then moved his gaze from Hua Yong’s anxious face to his front, and his scattered eyes suddenly focused: "What’s wrong with you!"

Hua Yong quickly held him down and comforted him, "I’m fine, take your time. Getting up too fast is bad for your cardiovascular health."

Waking up and seeing Hua Yong covered in blood is really bad for your cardiovascular health!

Sheng Shaoyou’s heart was beating wildly and his chest was tightening and hurting.

"How did it become like this? Where is Sheng Shaoqing?"

"It has been sent to the police station." Chang Yu, who was standing nearby, took over and said, "The response efficiency of your city’s police station is amazing. It is worth learning from our country P."

Sheng Shaoyou was silent for a moment and asked, "Was it Sheng Shaoqing who did it?"

Hua Yong looked at him obediently and said nothing. It seemed that he cared too much about his feelings, so he couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell Sheng Shaoyou in person that his brother was not only a hopeless case, but also a scum who wanted to murder his own brother.

"Your injury..." "I’m fine." Hua Yong said, "But Mr. Sheng, the blood test report hasn’t come out yet. I’m so worried."

A seriously ill patient whose gland was cut is worrying about others?

Sheng Shaoyou frowned, and before he could say anything, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door.

"Did you charge your card at the hospital? You won’t get tired of coming here every day?"

It was Shen Wenlang who pushed the door open with a dejected and gloomy look on his face.

Seeing Sheng Shaoyou, he was obviously stunned, then he raised the corners of his lips and said sarcastically: "Oh, you bring your family with you when you enter the hospital?"

Although he already knew that Hua Yong’s "encounter" with Shen Wenlang was purely fabricated, Sheng Shaoyou was still very annoyed when he suddenly saw Shen Wenlang.

"Does his hospitalization have anything to do with you?" He half leaned against the head of the bed, glanced at Shen Wenlang coldly, and asked him: "Why?

Didn’t you get beaten enough before, so you rush to the ward to get beaten? So that you can get rescued on the spot, right?"

"Beat?" Shen Wenlang’s face turned cold: "If it weren’t for that little lunatic standing next to you, Sheng Shaoyou, do you think you can get anything good from me?"

Sheng Shaoyou folded his arms and sneered: "Oh?

Then you can just roll over here and give it a try."

If there was only Sheng Shaoyou in the room today, Shen Wenlang would have to rush up and beat him up to destroy his arrogance.

However, they have a little emperor who has the final say in Country P to protect them.

The bloody little madman had a look in his eyes like a knife. Give it a try? Damn! Shen Wenlang would never be fooled by this.

"Wen Lang, don’t talk to Mr. Sheng in that tone. Mr.

Sheng will be unhappy."

"I am happy because he speaks to me like this?"

"Don’t stare at Mr. Sheng like that."

"Will you die if you get glared at?"

"..." Three days ago, Gao Tu officially resigned. It was normal for Shen Wenlang to be in a bad mood and have a bad attitude.

Hua Yong didn’t want to argue with an idiot who didn’t even realize he was heartbroken. He glanced at him calmly, turned around and said to Sheng Shaoyou, "Mr. Sheng, Wen Lang is in a bad mood because of something going on at home recently. Don’t argue with him."

Shen Wenlang sneered: "Something happened?

What could happen in my family?"

Hua Yong was stunned when he was rejected in person, but he laughed instead of getting angry.

Shen Wenlang is still stubborn even when he is about to die. He deserves to be without a wife!

Too lazy to continue caring about the idiot who dug his own grave, he lowered his eyes and whispered to Sheng Shaoyou: "According to the preliminary investigation by the police, the previous kidnapping was also instigated by Sheng Shaoqing. Mr. Sheng, your brother -" Perhaps understanding Sheng Shaoyou’s feelings, Hua Yong carefully chose a gentle word, "Your brother, he is not doing well."

Not so good?

It’s not just not good, it’s damn good!

If this happened in ancient times, Sheng Shaoqing would be a bastard who would kill his brother and father for the throne.

Sheng Shaoyou lowered his head, his features were sharp, his face was dark, he pursed his lips and said nothing. It was rare for him to experience a little warmth from his fellow countrymen, but he was suddenly forced to face the facts. It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed.

When Hua Yong saw this, his heart ached and a strong sense of empathy bloomed like fireworks.

He comforted Sheng Shaoyou in a soft tone, saying:

"Fortunately, the drug he used is not very toxic—" "Yes, yes." Chang Yu on the side also quickly joined in: "Don’t worry, Mr. Sheng, the doctor has just done a check-up. Mr. Hua’s permanent marker can help you speed up your metabolism, and the toxicity of ordinary drugs will not cause any long-term effects on you."

"Permanent mark?" Sheng Shaoyou’s face became even worse. He turned his head and asked Hua Yong, "What is that?"

Hua Yong was so confused by his glare that he had no idea how to respond.

A rosy hand suddenly pressed against her heart.

The "delicate" Enigma groaned and leaned back dejectedly.

Sheng Shaoyou grabbed his arm, with obvious panic on his face: "What’s wrong with you? Doctor!

Doctor!"

The medical staff was waiting about a meter away.

Upon hearing the noise, they all rushed over and busily took Enigma’s blood pressure and listened to his heart sounds, even though his acting skills were only slightly lower than his money.

Hua Yong closed his eyes and let Sheng Shaoyou hold him, cooperating with the doctors’ various examinations in a very weak manner. His front was stained with blood, and his icy face was extremely pale, but a trace of luck surged in his heart, and he thought lightly: Fortunately, I didn’t have time to change clothes.

The scene was in chaos. Chang Yu and Shen Wenlang exchanged helpless looks, both standing not far from the bed, watching from the sidelines.

After the examination, the doctor suggested giving Hua Yong a blood transfusion.

Chang Yu finally stepped forward to stop him: "Mr.

Hua has a special blood type. Your hospital definitely doesn’t have a blood type that can match it."

"Heci is the best private hospital in Jianghu City."

The doctor said confidently: "We have the largest blood bank in the entire Asia-Pacific region. It is impossible that we don’t have a compatible blood type. You just need to tell me what Mr. Hua’s blood type is..." Hua Yong opened her eyes with fluttering eyelashes and Chang Yu gave her a look.

Chang Yu understood what he meant and immediately stopped the doctor who was passionately boasting about his blood bank’s reserves, "Hey, doctor, can we talk for a moment?"

Emergency room, outside the corridor.

Director Wang of the Heci Pheromone Department took off his mask and patiently advised: "Mr. Hua has lost a lot of blood. Even if he is in good health, he should get a blood transfusion as soon as possible. Secretary Chang, don’t worry, we have both RH negative blood and Bombay blood in stock. May I ask if Mr. Hua is——" "Blood type E." Chang Yu said.

doctor:... This is a memorable day, a day that should be recorded in the history of Heci Hospital, and also the most shocking day for the doctors of Heci Pheromone Department. ——After the incident of Hua Yong’s type E blood, they got Sheng Shaoyou’s blood test report.

All of a sudden, the Heci Pheromone Department came out in full force, and all staff members held a consultation to repeatedly confirm various values.

"Progesterone 12.6ng/ML?" Director Wang asked the doctor in the Reproductive Endocrinology Department in surprise, "Are you sure it’s not a malfunction of the detector in the laboratory?"

The reproductive endocrinologist who was called in to work overtime rubbed his forehead with a headache: "I have checked it several times. If I hadn’t seen the report from the laboratory with my own eyes, I would have suspected that I was still drunk last night."

"But how is this possible!" Director Wang pointed at the test report, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets: "The patient is an S-level Alpha? You tell me she is in the early stages of pregnancy???"

"But Director Wang." The doctor in the reproductive endocrinology department was once Director Wang’s reincarnation. He quietly reminded his former mentor:

"His partner, Mr. Hua who was admitted to the hospital today due to glandular injury, is an E-type blood Enigma."

Director Wang: ... 9:00 P.M. Pheromone Department, Director’s Office.

Being stared at by Enigma, who only existed in popular science books, even Director Wang, who was experienced in seeing patients, felt under great pressure and his expression became more and more solemn.

He pointed to the blood test report on the desk and asked in a low voice, "The patient himself doesn’t know yet?"

"Yeah." Hua Yong nodded and asked, "Is it confirmed?"

There was thick gauze on the back of his snow-white neck, and his face was unusually pale due to blood loss, but his expression was relaxed, even with a hint of joy.

"Are you sure this blood test report is correct?"

"Yes." The doctor was obviously not in such a good mood as he was, and his tone was heavy and worried:

"Although Mr. Sheng’s metabolic capacity is very strong, the drug residue index in his blood is much lower than that of ordinary people with the same experience. But considering the unknown drug history, I still suggest that you make a careful decision."

"Carefully decide what?" Hua Yong flipped through the blood test report and asked, "Decide on its name?"

He smiled slightly and said in a very gentle tone, "We will."

Director Wang was silent for a while, then sighed and said bluntly: "Honestly speaking, as a doctor, I don’t recommend you keep it."

Hua Yong still kept smiling, her teeth were white, and she looked up at him, "Are you suggesting that my Alpha abort my child?"

The doctor was frightened by his stare, but still insisted: "I know this is hard to accept, but the history of unknown drug intake-" "Please put away your unnecessary suggestions and worries in front of my Alpha." Hua Yong stroked the test report in his hand with care, his eyes were so gentle that they could melt water, and he discussed with him in a kind tone: "Don’t cause me trouble, okay? Doctor."

His ending tone was soft, but the slight pheromone pressure from Enigma still made Director Wang, who was of a relatively high rank, shiver.

This young man, who had just been fatally wounded and had gauze on the back of his neck, was as beautiful as the handsome king in the window of an expensive articulated doll. He was the scarce limited edition with a long string of zeros always marked on the soles of his feet.

Under the most common incandescent light in the office, his naturally delicate profile was still beautiful enough to be distant. His pair of perfectly curved eyes contained a warm smile, and his rosy lips were slightly curled, making him look very pure and gentle.

But for some reason, Director Wang, who has seen countless people, subconsciously feels afraid of him.

Perhaps it was because the probability of having Enigma’s blood type was less than one in a billion, or perhaps it was because Hua Yong’s jawline was too sharp, with smooth lines that were inhumanly perfect.

This awe-inspiringly handsome young man doesn’t just look like a novice father who has simply learned that his partner is pregnant. Instead, he looks more like a treasure hunter who covets a world-class treasure and is determined to get it.

His expression was excited and obsessed. He repeatedly confirmed the results on the test report. His slender and shiny fingers tightly grasped the piece of paper, as if he was holding a unique gem in the world.

Obsession, greed, ecstasy, persistence... In front of the cherished and beloved things, anyone else who has the slightest thought about it is committing a capital crime.

This is a unique treasure that will belong to him alone forever.

He will kill anyone who dares to compete with him or block his way.

"Enigma’s children are not that fragile." Hua Yong stood up and smiled condescendingly at Director Wang:

"Thank you for telling me the results, but—" "——Please watch your mouth." Hua Yong pushed a check with a string of zeros written on it to the doctor: "I’ll be very grateful, doctor."