Old Injury

【It's not that everything will become a wonderful new taste when mixed together. 】

Indistinctly, I heard two voices coming from my ears, intermittent, if they were separated, it seemed to be a conversation between Luo Mengbai and Daoist Weijing.

"I think he...do you want to check...maybe..."

"Uncle, you mean..."

"Don't call my uncle...I'll take his pulse...you'd better..."

I struggled to keep my eyes open, only to see the unfamiliar and pale ceiling, and I closed my eyes consciously without knowing anyone around me.

This time, the soul seems to be dragged to a deeper place, and can no longer perceive the outside world.

In the suffocating darkness, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of me, and the end was dazzling and shining, attracting me to go.

Drawing my limbs desperately, walking hard in the liquid that seemed to freeze, seeing that the light was getting closer and closer, I stretched out my fingers and tried my best to touch it. The sticky vinyl restricted my movement, pulling and trying to hold me in place.

Just a little…

Light, all retreated.

The eyes are suddenly bright, no longer completely black.

Stand down to the ground, standing in the center of the building, surrounded by large dinosaur skeletons and taxidermy. The bright environment and the quiet visitors seemed familiar to me at first, but when I saw the teenagers in dark blue school uniforms approaching from far and near, I immediately remembered where this is.

In the second half of the second semester of high school, in the spring, Shang Shan organized all the students to go to the Xiangtan Museum of Natural History and held an off-campus activity called "Exploring Nature".

Zhu Li didn't participate in the event on the grounds that she was in estrus, but even if she was not in estrus, he probably wouldn't waste his time for such a boring activity.

"Free time to follow..."

As soon as the teacher gave an order, the students immediately dispersed and went to the area of ​​interest.

My body suddenly sped away in one direction uncontrollably, and finally stopped in front of a person.

I looked at him like a magic mirror.

Seventeen-year-old Ning Yu stood in front of a row of mannequins with only skeletons and internal organs left, reading the explanations on each label with great interest. Whenever he read something interesting, the corners of his lips would rise, bringing out some smiles, and those indifference and loneliness would disappear in an instant, making him reveal a completely different kind of softness.

"Both men and women, beta can use the fertility sac to give birth to offspring, but due to congenital absence, natural childbirth cannot be achieved. After the fetus is full-term, beta must be removed by caesarean section together with the fertility sac. The used Pregnancy is still possible if the fertility sacs are not removed, but…”

The boy whispered and read the electronic information of the exhibits in front of him in a voice that only he could hear.

Seeing yourself from a different angle can feel weird.

I stroked the boy's hair, and looked at the introduction with him, and was about to turn to the next page when a laughing voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"Beta's body turned out to be like this..."

I opened my eyes, turned to look, and saw Song Bailao, who was younger and more arrogant than now, very close to the boy, as if he was hugging him from behind, and his right hand moved Very quickly grabbed and pressed the boy's belly, smiling a little frivolously.

"We all came from here."

After the young man was stunned, he struggled to push him away: "You..." Glancing around, he lowered his voice, "What are you doing?"

"Just kidding." Song Bailao raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.

Can alpha escape the control of pheromone?"

No one knows the sequelae of removing pheromones, and no one dares to take the risk of doing such a human experiment.

There has been a rumor that pheromone may be related to the complete immunity of alpha and Omega.

"You may not be out of the control of the pheromone, and you started the c20 way." The young man looked there, the thin red on his face and auricle was still there.

Song Bailao was noncommittal, shrugged and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about that. Can I ask you to drink a drink to make amends?"

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the stadium, and after a while he returned, tilted his head and asked the boy, "Are you coming?"

The boy stared at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards him.

The corners of Song Bailao's mouth became wider, revealing his white teeth silently.

The two went outside the venue. In front of the vending machine, Song Bailao pressed the button, and soon a can of pink-packaged drink was dropped from the outlet. He bent down and took it out, and handed it to the boy beside him.

"..." The boy frowned, "I don't like strawberry milk." He said so, but he still took it.

Song Bailao said calmly: "I know, but I like it."

The young man unscrewed the bottle cap for a while, then looked at the glass hut not far away and said, "You can go to the alpha rest area to drink water."

In public areas, unmarked alphas are not allowed to remove the bite stopper at will, but they are also normal humans after all, and there will always be times when they are hungry and thirsty. So just like the outdoor smoking area, there is an alpha rest area. In the rest area, alphas can take off their bite stoppers, drink water, eat, smoke and kiss, and do everything they can't do with their bite stoppers on.

"No, it's too much trouble." Song Bailao directly rejected it.

It's just a few steps away, what is he bothering? I remember thinking that way at the time.

"Whatever you want." The boy opened the can, raised his neck and drank.

Song Bailao leaned against the vending machine, his eyes lowered, his eyes fell on the other person's rolling Adam's apple, and he did not shift for a long time.

The young man took out the can and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. He met Song Bailao's eyes, and he was slightly taken aback: "If you really want to drink, I... I'll bring you a can at noon tomorrow?"

Song Bailao looked at him, was silent for a moment, and hooked his lips: "Okay."

At this time, a loud horn sounded from the direction of the museum gate. The boy and Song Bailao looked over together and saw a red supercar parked on the side of the road. A mature woman with long hair, wearing a leather anti-bite collar around her neck, red lips and snowy skin, is full of amorous feelings.

Song Bailao glanced at her, put his hands in his pockets, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Evidently the two knew each other.

"Ah, this little beta is also very cute, do you want to take him with you..." The woman smiled and reached out, trying to touch the boy's cheek.

The young man's face flashed a trace of confusion, he just stayed there, watching the hand getting closer and closer to him.

Suddenly Song Bailao grabbed the woman's arm from behind and pulled her hand back. The other arm firmly wrapped around the woman's waist and took her completely into his arms.

"Is not enough for me?" He said in a low voice in the woman's ear, "What's the point of beta?"

The woman immediately blushed, her eyes blurred and said: "Okay, okay, only you, only you. Xiao Bai Lao is so domineering, he even eats the vinegar of his friends..."

Song Bailao hugged the woman and turned away, his chuckle faintly came from the air: "Friend? It's not..."

Not only did he find it funny, but I also found it funny.

Friends? how can that be possible.

I looked in the direction they were leaving until I could no longer see it, and when I looked down, I found myself holding the can of strawberry milk in my hand.

The sweet and sticky texture left in my mouth, I felt a little sick, turned around and threw the can into the trash can.

The fingertips moved slightly, and there was a dull pain in the palm immediately.

"Don't move." With my wrist pressed, I was stunned and turned to look at the bedside.

There was a sofa chair at the head of the bed, and Song Bailao sat there, which made me a little confused between dreams and reality.

"Xiang Ping attacked you, do you remember?" He probably saw me confused and thought I was still awake, so he took the initiative to help me recall, "Xia Weijing saved you."

"Xia Weijing?" This name is familiar and unfamiliar, I just woke up, and I still can't turn a corner.

"It's...that Taoist priest." Song Bailao thought about it and said, "He belongs to the Xia family. According to his seniority, I will call him 'uncle'."

I pressed my forehead with my uninjured hand. It turned out that Daoist Weijing was not a nail householder, but a landowner himself.

The whole mountain is named after him, what is he afraid of Song Bailao?

"How is the Taoist priest?"

Song Bailao leaned back in the chair: "It flashed to the waist a bit, nothing else, I have already gone back."

I put my mind at ease: "That's good."

I wanted to sit up, but unfortunately my body was weak and I had no strength, so I fell back halfway.

"You..." Song Bailao hurriedly came over to help me, with a dark face, he seemed to want to scold me, but he might suddenly remembered that I was a patient, and held back, "Be careful."

If possible, I would prefer to change to Sister Nine. This eldest young master doesn't seem to be here to take care of people, but rather like he was punished to work as a coolie after losing the whole game.

I leaned against the head of the bed and glanced at my right hand, which was wrapped in bandages and secured by the protective gear.

"My hand..."

"Two tendons were broken, but they have been reattached. After the sutures are removed, as long as the reconstruction is continued, the flexibility will not be affected." As if afraid that I would not believe it, he added, " It's the operation performed by the best doctor in the country, don't worry, it will be alright."

It seems that I will not be able to use my hands for a while. Last year obviously passed the year of birth, why is the bad luck still lingering? I don't know if there is a dojo with good luck there, I really should go and get rid of bad luck.

The conversation is over, quiet down and neither of us speak.

Every second was hard in the awkward silence.

"By the way, how is Xiang Ping?" I asked.

Song Bailao's complexion suddenly darkened, the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line, and his voice became a little colder unconsciously.

"I'm still alive, and I'm in this hospital." He smiled at me without a smile, "Don't worry about this, I have treated him well."

It's okay if he doesn't laugh, but when he laughs, my hair stands upright, and I can't help shaking.

Later I learned that the hospital I was in was the property of Luo Mengbai and his family, which meant that it was too easy for Song Bailao to make Xiang Ping feel uncomfortable.

"He... did he attack others?" I remember that when I met Xiang Ping, he had blood on his body. Where did he go before he came to find me? Who did you find again?

Song Bailao handed me a glass of water and said casually, "Well, that's his ex-partner, what's it called, that omega?"

I was shocked: "Chang Xingze?"

"Ah yes."

According to Song Bailao, before Xiang Ping came to me, he invited Chang Xingze out on the grounds of discussing the details of property division, took him to Weijing Mountain, stabbed him at the foot of the mountain, and then ran away Come to me on the mountain.

It is also my fate that I should have this disaster. He will not come sooner or later, but he has to come when I go down the mountain alone today.

But the other way around, maybe it's my luck. After all, Xiang Ping is in the dark and I am in the bright. If you change the location and the time, maybe I can't escape.

Chang Xingze was stabbed five or six times by Xiang Ping, and with one breath left, he called the police himself. So not long after I passed out, the police rushed up the hill and found us.

Drinking two sips of water from the water glass, I accidentally choked.

Song Bailao clicked his tongue and patted my back: "I tell you to be careful."

I coughed in a low voice, my stomach suddenly made a series of buzzing sounds, I looked down at my lower abdomen, and when I looked up again, I found that Song Bailao was also staring at my stomach, with a complicated expression.

"I'm… hungry."

He looked back: "You wait." He stood up and walked out.

I felt my belly and felt that Song Bailao was a little strange today.

Thinking of the unexplained abdominal pain when avoiding Xiang Ping's pursuit, I thought it was running too fast, and now combined with Song Bailao's reaction, is it...

Am I suffering from some incurable disease?