Chapter 12
No wonder he felt like he had forgotten something just now; now he remembered.
In the original novel, besides the long-term oppression, there was a particularly important and direct factor for Wen Jiafei’s “blackening”: because of the original host’s malicious willfulness, he missed seeing his critically ill mother for the last time.
Because the text didn’t describe it much, just a simple line, he hadn’t reacted just now. He didn’t expect Wen Jiafei’s mother to be ill this early.
Shen Shuyu also suddenly understood what the system said—that the original host would give Wen Jiafei a sum of hush money after bullying him.
No wonder Wen Jiafei, this little pervert, was willing to be bullied by the original host. It seemed this hush money was used here.
Inside the office, the doctor said, “Xiao Wen, your mother’s condition stabilized a lot after the rescue this afternoon. However, judging by her state, we’ll have to increase the dosage to stabilize her in the coming days. There is a specific drug—its price is on the higher side, but the effect is quite good. During the treatment process, it can make your mother suffer less. Of course, this specific drug has the best efficacy currently, but there are other drugs that are cheaper. It’s up to you.”
Wen Jiafei looked at the doctor in front of him. He pursed his lips slightly: “Doctor An, let’s use the specific drug.”
Doctor An sighed: “If it’s the specific drug, you need to pay the fees in full in advance. For the others, I can help you talk to the nurse station to pay later.”
Doctor An looked at him: “I know it’s not easy for you and your mother depending on each other, but I can’t help with this point.”
“I’ve troubled you.” Wen Jiafei said, “I’ve saved up the money. Please give me the fee slip, and I’ll come to pay after school tomorrow.”
Doctor An said okay. He clicked the mouse a few times, and the printer beside him buzzed, printing out the fee slip.
Wen Jiafei glanced at it. He said, “I’ll pay a portion tonight. Can the specific drug be used tomorrow first?”
Doctor An pursed his lips in difficulty, then nodded. “Alright, go pay some, and I’ll negotiate with the hospital.”
“Sorry to trouble you.”
Shen Shuyu heard everything from outside. Wen Jiafei was actually… suffering this much?
This involuntarily reminded him that the first time he saw Wen Jiafei seemed to be at the back door of a bar. He was wearing a waiter’s uniform, so he must have secretly taken leave to work part-time.
As an Alpha, even with a damaged gland, there were few who were this miserable.
Wen Jiafei in the office proposed to go see his mother. Shen Shuyu snapped back to reality, looked left and right, and quickly ran toward the laundry room deep in the corridor.
Watching the two of them stop at the deepest end of the corridor, standing at the door of the intensive care unit talking for a while, Doctor An left. Wen Jiafei remained standing at the door. It was around nine in the evening, and no one was passing by in the corridor. He stood quietly, as if loneliness was about to swallow him.
Shen Shuyu pursed his lips watching Wen Jiafei until he left. After waiting a while to confirm Wen Jiafei wouldn’t return, he strode over, stood where he had just been, and looked inside.
Lying on the hospital bed inside was a very emaciated woman. The woman wore an oxygen mask, one hand resting weakly on the quilt. A section of her arm exposed by the sleeve was too thin; it seemed like only a layer of skin hanging on the bone, making one’s heart ache just looking at it.
What illness does Wen Jiafei’s mother have? And where did Wen Jiafei’s father go?
These two questions circled in his mind for a long time, but he couldn’t extract any useful information from the novel.
“You are?”
Just as he was absorbed in thought, a voice interrupted him. Shen Shuyu looked up; it was Doctor An who had just been talking to Wen Jiafei.
Doctor An looked at him in confusion and asked again, “You are?”
Shen Shuyu gave him a well-behaved smile. “I came to see my family member, but I forgot the room number. The sisters and brothers at the nurse station went for rounds, so I wanted to look for it myself.”
Doctor An gave an “Oh.” Shen Shuyu asked again, “Doctor, what illness does the person living in here have? She looks so pitiful.”
Doctor An said, “Pheromone disorder coupled with gland abuse disability. Basically ruined.”
Pheromone disorder?
Shen Shuyu got the information he wanted and didn’t stay longer. He said, “That is indeed very tragic. I’ll get going then, Doctor. You’re busy, you’re busy.”
Shen Shuyu slipped away after speaking. Doctor An had intended to ask for his family member’s name since he knew all the patients in the intensive care unit, but Shen Shuyu slipped away extremely fast. He muttered, “Strange kid.”
Shen Shuyu ran quickly into the elevator. That was close! Fortunately, he ran fast, or he really wouldn’t know how to round off his lie.
But how come both Wen Jiafei and his mother have damaged glands?
Looking at the changing elevator numbers, he called out Xiao 1 in his mind again.
[Help me check the novel. How did Wen Jiafei’s gland become disabled?]
Xiao 1 lagged for a long time before replying: [Sorry Master~ The book didn’t write why it was disabled, so Xiao 1 doesn’t know either.]
…What kind of author is this! Wen Jiafei counts as a big villain; can’t there even be a plot point to tie up the foreshadowing! If he were a reader, he’d definitely give a negative ten bad review!
Xiao 1 went back to rest after speaking.
Shen Shuyu exited the inpatient department. The oncoming evening breeze blew on him, scattering the smell of disinfectant a bit.
Just as he reached the hospital gate, he saw the driver on the phone, looking quite anxious. He clicked his tongue, having almost forgotten about the driver.
Shen Shuyu walked over. “Let’s go, Uncle Li.”
Uncle Li glanced at him, then said to the person on the phone, “President Shen, the Little Young Master is back.”
After hearing something from the other end, Uncle Li handed the phone to Shen Shuyu. “President Shen wants you to answer the phone.”
Shen Shuyu picked up the phone. “Brother, what’s up?”
“Where did you go?” Shen Yisi asked on the other end. “Xiao Yu, Brother was very worried about you.”
In this world, the ABO ratio was roughly 3:5:2.
Omegas were rare and precious, so the entire society had a responsibility to care for this group. If there was an Omega in the family, they could be said to be the family favorite. Shen Shuyu was such an existence.
Sensing Shen Yisi’s worry, he lied without batting an eye. “I just went to the restroom and forgot to tell Uncle Li. Sorry, Brother.”
Shen Yisi sighed. “Xiao Yu, Brother didn’t mean to scold you, but as an Omega, it’s dangerous to be outside alone at night, understand?”
“Understood, Brother. Don’t worry, Brother, I will take good care of myself.” Shen Shuyu comforted him with a few sentences before hanging up and handing the phone back to Uncle Li.
Uncle Li wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. Shen Shuyu’s disappearance just now had really scared him badly.
Shen Shuyu also said to him, “Sorry Uncle Li, I made you worry.”
Uncle Li waved his hand. “Little Young Master, then let’s go back.”
Shen Shuyu had originally wanted to go look for Wen Jiafei, but hearing this, he could only nod. “Okay.”
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