MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 11

【With wings, you may not be able to fly, let alone a toad? 】

The door was gently opened, but Song Bailao was not seen in the room. I thought he was not in the bedroom, and just as I closed the door and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard intermittent voices coming from the balcony.

"As for an asthma attack, a minor problem, you don't have to make a special trip."

Song Bailao's voice was full of extremely patient deference and suppressed irritability. I don't know what the person on the other side said, but the submissiveness could no longer be maintained, and he began to explode completely.

“He is my son anyway, am I going to kill him? Whose fault is he not speaking?”

An attack followed by a long silence.

I lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, not daring to make any noise during the period, for fear that the noise entering Song Bailao's ears would provoke him even more.

When I finally lay down, I let out a long sigh, and Song Bailao hung up.

The sliding door was opened and closed, with the cool mountain wind blowing on the back of my neck, I couldn't help shivering. After a while, the bed behind him sank, and Song Bailao sat down.

I lay there on my side stiffly, without any sleepiness at all, I always felt a gaze staring at me, from bottom to top, blatantly.

What is he looking at?

I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead into the darkness, I really wanted to look behind me. See why Song Bailao is staring at me if he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, the bed moved slightly, and Song Bailao finally moved.

The next moment, a small piece of skin on the back of my neck was touched by the hotter body temperature, which caused infinite itching.

"It has healed." He scratched the place where he was bitten, and there was some inexplicable regret in his tone.

Because of the awkward location, I never took a close look at the bite mark. I only heard a few words from Sister Nine when I was changing the dressing. It healed quite quickly, and it was a beautiful alpha mark.

I don't know how to define "beautiful", but for the fast healing, I have to thank Song Bailao for not tearing when he opened his mouth. I have seen many omegas with very large and hideous bite scars on the back of their necks. It makes people feel pained for the other party when they see it. Not to mention the omega, but to say that the scar on the back of Ning Shi's neck was as if bitten by a beast. I remember that she couldn't even get out of bed the next day, she had a thick gauze wrapped around her neck, and her face was as white as paper.

Thinking about it this way, Song Bailao is still "showing mercy".

"Healed, my smell on you will fade." There was an unbearable oppressive feeling behind me, I already had some bad feelings, just wanted to turn around to stop him, But he grabbed his chin first and fixed his head.

The sharp pain strikes again, the same location, the same depth.

"Um..."

Although beta has no posterior cervical gonads to exchange pheromones with alpha, alpha's pheromone can be injected into beta's body through canine teeth. As Song Bailao said, there was a time when I had his scent on my body. But this smell will dissipate eventually, and it will not form a permanent mark.

I couldn't stand the pain, I pushed Song Bailao's chest with my backhand, the force between his fingers suddenly increased, and his teeth closed a little bit more.

The fingers on his chest curled up a little bit, and my whole body was shaking: "Don't do this..."

He seemed very satisfied with my showing weakness, but maybe he felt that the pain was enough for me to learn to behave, he gradually loosened his bite again.

When his second mark was completed, I was sweating, my neck was sticky, and I felt like I was just recovering from a serious illness.

Song Bailao pulled out his canine teeth and licked the residual blood around the wound with his soft tongue: "Fortunately, there is not a lot of blood."

It is said that alpha's saliva has the effect of hemostasis and disinfection, but I don't know if it is true.

"I, I'll go to Sister Nine to wrap it up..." When I got down to the ground, my legs were still a little weak.

I don't know what he's doing this for, is he just in a bad mood to **** me off?

It's impossible to really want to leave his scent on me...

"Ning Yu."

The leak was a bit big, revealing most of the firm chest muscles. His elbows were on his knees, his chin was supported, and there was even a little dark red blood on the corners of his lips.

"My dad will come tomorrow." He said blankly, "No matter what he says, don't refute him, I will handle it."

I was stunned for a while, I didn't quite understand what Song Bailao meant. But...just don't talk.

"I see." I nodded obediently, turned and walked out the door.

As soon as the door is closed, even if it is just a wall, the invisible pressure brought by Song Bailao will be much smaller.

If I hadn't been afraid that Song Bailao would suddenly open the door and come out, I really wanted to lean on the door and catch my breath.

Song Mo fell ill today, in order to prevent anything else at night, Sister-in-law Jiu will stay by Song Mo's bed all night.

When I quietly pushed the door in, I found that Luo Mengbai was also there. She had taken off the bite stopper, her whole face looked delicate and clean, she was wearing loose uniforms, and her long hair was tucked softly in front of her chest.

After Sister Nine figured out my intention, Luo Mengbai stopped her just as she was about to get up.

"Come on, I'm a professional after all."

Seeing that she took the initiative to ask Ying, Sister Nine sat back again.

Song Mo's room is a suite, and the outside is his play area, with brightly colored plastic slides and rocking horses, as well as many toys.

Luo Mengbai and I found two cute animal benches and sat down. She opened her medicine box and drew a circle with her index finger towards me: "Turn around and turn your back to me."

I did as I was told, and it didn't take long for the wound behind me to be gently wiped with a sterile cotton ball. Some tingling, but bearable.

Use, what can pheromone do, it's too tasteless to be a perfume."

I was amused by her metaphor: "Can you smell it?"

"Smell it. But do you know the reason why humans evolved into the abo **** system?"

"Well, I know, because c20."

"Research shows that the c20 virus may come from some kind of feline or canine. You see, marking the territory, passive estrus, are very feline-like, and the alpha is matched with x... ah, I'm sorry, I'm used to it, it's alpha in [here omitted the characteristics of a in certain behaviors], and it's very similar to dogs. So alpha's pheromone is actually used to warn other males to keep them away My own possessions. In theory, even if I could smell my cousin's pheromone, I wouldn't like it."

I nod my head instructed: "So it is."

When it comes to her own research field, Luo Mengbai seems to have turned on the chatter mode, and she can't stop talking.

"Viruses are the cradle of human evolution. Humans become what they are now because they are infected with viruses. C20 has allowed human beings to evolve six sexes and have habits that are unique to other species. It's a very interesting thing. Most people think it's a retrogression of civilization, but I don't think, I think this is the test that the virus brings to human beings. If modern medicine can overcome the side effects it brings, it will become another A new civilization."

After disinfection, Luo Mengbai put gauze on me while talking.

"ao blood type is 100% immune to c20, but b blood type is very strange, only 90% immune rate, and ab blood type is even worse, completely incompetent. The medical profession Now there are two hypotheses, one is that it may be related to the antibodies carried by the four blood types, and the other is that it is related to the length of time the blood type is formed. O is the oldest blood type, followed by a, then b, The ab blood type exists the shortest. The old Laibao, the old Laibao, has the longest existence, there will always be more ways to do it, right?"

Communication with this cultural person is also a very tiring thing. I seem to understand every word she said, but after thinking about it, I don’t know what she is talking about.

"...Well, yes." I was too embarrassed to interrupt her, so I could only listen to her chatting for half an hour. If sister-in-law nine hadn't seen why she didn't go back out to take a look, she might have dragged me to chat for another half an hour.

I touched the gauze behind my neck, and I followed them in to take a look at Song Mo's situation.

The little guy took medicine and slept at night. Now he is breathing evenly and his expression is relaxed. Obviously, the dream is in full swing.

"The young master should be fine, go to sleep, I am here." Sister-in-law nine said to Luo Meng.

Luo Mengbai gently listened to Song Mo's heart and lungs again, and felt that there was no problem, so he nodded.

"Okay, call me."

Luo Mengbai and I went out of the room together and walked for a while.

"Mo Mo's problems were brought out from the womb, and inherited his mother's physique. You will have to take care of it in the future."

The first time I heard people mention Song Mo's mother, I couldn't help but be a little curious: "His mother..."

Luo Mengbai paused in footsteps, looked at me for a moment, and then quickly added: "Don't you know? Didn't my cousin tell you?"

I didn't even know he had a child until recently, so how can I know who his child's mother is.

I shook my head: "I don't know, Song Bailao never told me."

At the fork in the road, Luo Mengbai stopped: "Then let him tell you the specifics. But the other party is no longer alive, I can tell you that."

Back in the room, Song Bailao was already asleep. I slept against the edge of the bed just like last time, and woke up the next morning, only to find myself rolling into the middle of the big bed, hugging Song Bailao.

I breathed lightly, and I could have withdrawn from Song Bailao's embrace without disturbing him. It took a lot of effort to move to the edge of the bed, and just as he was about to get up, Song Bai worked and woke up.

He stroked his forehead, wondering if he hadn't slept well or had not woken up, his long eyebrows were knitted tightly, and his face was hesitant.

"What time is it?"

I glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside: "It's half past eight."

It seemed that it was too early, he closed his eyes again when he heard the words, wrapped himself in the quilt and turned over, actually going to sleep again.

"I was woken up at ten," he said vaguely.

I instructed the servant to wake up Song Bailao at ten o'clock, and then I went to see Song Mo again.

His spirit is better than yesterday. When I went, I was sitting on the bed and reading a storybook.

I thought it was a comic strip, but when I got closer, it turned out to be a text-only version.

"Do you understand?"

Song Mo raised his head from the book: "Well."

A five-year-old child can read books by himself. Is this because alphas are too good, or Song Bailao's genes are too good?

But rather than reading stories by himself, Song Mo obviously prefers others to tell him stories. He saw that I had nothing to do next to him, so he simply shoved the storybook into my arms and lay down by himself. Finding a comfortable angle, his big dark eyes stared at me expectantly.

I scratched his nose amusingly and picked up the book to read to him.

Around ten o'clock, Luo Qinghe arrived. He strode into the room, wearing a three-piece iron-gray suit, looking very formal.

Seeing him coming, I quickly stepped aside and stepped aside.

Luo Mengbai and Song Bailao both followed behind him, Song Bailao seemed a little absent-minded, not sure if he hadn't slept enough yet, and Luo Mengbai seemed to be explaining Song Mo's condition to Luo Qinghe along the way.

"It's okay, uncle, just be careful, don't scare yourself, he's not that weak."

Luo Qinghe sat on the bed, just where Song Bailao was sitting yesterday. Unlike Song Bailao, his expression when facing Song Mo was very gentle, it was like a different person.

"Momo, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Mo shook his head.

Luo Qinghe touched his forehead lovingly, and whispered questions such as whether he was hungry or not, but Song Mo never said a word, just shook his head and nodded in response.

Luo Qinghe sighed, somewhat helplessly tucked the quilt for Song Mo.

When he turned his head again, his expression changed completely, and he could clearly feel that he had taken back all the warmth.

"Can't our family afford you?"

My eyes were right on his, which made me realize that he was talking to me.

I followed Song Bailao's teaching yesterday and immediately lowered my head without making a sound.

"Momo is a sensitive body, your work is not good for his body, I hope not to do it again in the future... that kind of live broadcast."

Just listening to this conversation, people who don't know will think I'm doing some strange live broadcast.

"If you're really bored at home, you can ask a homeschooler to teach an instrument or a language, which is more meaningful than continuing your unsuccessful career."

I can see it. To say that Song Bailao is like a sword with a mouth like a sword, and a knife sees blood, then Luo Qinghe is a frog boiled in warm water, and a dull knife cuts the flesh.

Song Bailao's words were ugly and he was angry in his heart, but Luo Qinghe's words sounded harsh at first, but after careful reflection, they seemed to make sense.

"I will handle these matters." Song Bailao's voice sounded at this moment, with some toughness, "You are here to see Song Mo today, you won't have to worry about anything else."

I secretly raised my eyes, the two father and son looked at each other, and the intersecting eyes almost rubbed sparks.

Finally, Luo Qinghe looked away first, and said goodbye softly to Song Mo on the bed.

"Grandpa is leaving first, I'll see you next time." He got up and walked out, calling Song Bailao at the same time.

After the two left, Luo Mengbai and I exchanged an awkward smile.

The father and son did not go far at all, and they quarreled outside.

"Look at how you take care of your children? He is your son after all, can't you take good care of him?"

"I'm not taking good care of him. What's wrong with him?"

The quarrel came into the room, Song Mo frowned tightly, and his entire small body shrunk into the quilt. I can only pick up the storybook again and use my own reading voice to cover up the outside voice.

"Are you raising children? You're just raising a puppy and a kitten..."

"I have done everything you asked me to do, what else do you want? Do you want me to be a good father?" Song Bailao sneered, "I don't even know what a good father looks like. So how do you know how to play the role of a father well?"

These words are so powerful that I unknowingly fell silent, wanting to hear how Luo Qinghe replied.

"Pop!"

The loud slap that followed immediately made my hand tremble and I almost shook the book off.

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