After the Anesthetic, You Can Do Whatever You Want

After entering the consultation room, Li Mao followed the doctor's instructions and lay face-down on the simple operating bed.

He thoughtfully tied his long hair into a ponytail and pulled it in front of himself, leaving the gland that would soon be used to extract pheromones exposed.

A long time passed—so long that Li Mao was about to close his eyes and take another nap—before hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

Li Mao wanted to turn around and take a look, but Mediterranean quickly pressed down the back of his head, pinning his face firmly against the bed.

Mediterranean said, "Don't move around. Don't be nervous. It'll be quick. The anesthetic injection will hurt a little, but after that, you won't feel anything."

The moment Li Mao heard that he needed an anesthetic, he asked uneasily, "Local or g-general anesthesia? I'm allergic to anesthetics."

Having grown up stumbling through one small pit after another, then one big pit after another, Li Mao had been wary of everyone around him nearly every second of every day.

Losing control of his body terrified him.

So whether it had been broken arms and legs from fights in the past, or this supposedly level-ten painful mark-removal surgery now, Li Mao had always claimed to be allergic to anesthetics.

He would rather endure it than let someone inject him with anesthetic and leave him at their mercy.

"Allergic?" Mediterranean paused just as he was about to insert the needle, and even his tone turned colder. "Since when? This surgery can't be done without anesthetic. If necessary, I'll do another allergy test for you."

"N-no problem! I can take it! Just do it!" Li Mao chuckled.

But Mediterranean did not fall for that at all. Instead, he put the syringe away.

"Then you should go to another hospital. I definitely can't do this here. Don't bother extracting pheromones either. It's too dangerous without anesthetic, and I can't take responsibility for it."

Li Mao naturally refused to accept that.

If his leg had been broken today, he could have simply decided to leave.

But removing the mark was different.

He could spend his whole life dragging around a broken leg, but he could never spend his entire life as someone else's exclusive Omega.

So he could only resign himself to burying his face in his arms and muttering, "Don't, don't, bro. That was a long time ago. My resistance has gotten better recently. I'm not allergic anymore."

Mediterranean stared at the back of Li Mao's neck for a moment. In the end, he set the anesthetic aside for the time being and said, "I'd better do an allergy test first. We don't want any problems later. Wait a moment."

With no other choice, Li Mao had to undergo another allergy test.

Since he was not actually allergic to anesthetics, he naturally had no reaction.

The bald man grinned again. He picked up the anesthetic and used an iodine-soaked cotton swab to rub circles over the spot of Li Mao's gland, almost as though caressing it.

"Don't be nervous... It'll be over soon..." Mediterranean soothed him softly.

Li Mao could not see what was happening behind him, but he could feel the needle pierce his skin.

The liquid was slowly injected.

Then the needle was pulled out.

The anesthetic here clearly did not take effect as quickly as the dosage-blind anesthetic Li Mao had injected into Wan Fuqi.

Li Mao merely felt that the patch of skin on the back of his neck had ceased to belong to him the moment the needle was withdrawn.

He could no longer sense the existence of his gland.

Then the numbness gradually spread...

Mediterranean, wearing rubber gloves, squeezed the back of Li Mao's neck, but Li Mao could no longer feel anything at all.

Seeing no reaction from him, Mediterranean operated the professional pheromone-extraction machine and aimed it at his gland.

As the machine started running, the room gradually filled with the scent of green apples.

Of course, the Beta doctor could not appreciate it at all.

Li Mao's eyelids gradually grew heavy.

Just as the doctor had said, he could no longer feel anything.

With the aid of professional equipment, extracting a small dose of pheromones went very smoothly and quickly.

Even after the pheromone extraction was complete, Li Mao had not completely lost consciousness.

He was still secretly delighted that he had safely sold off a vial of pheromones without feeling any discomfort.

Perhaps there was discomfort, but he simply could not feel it because of the anesthetic.

Thinking of that while half-asleep, Li Mao's face still scrunched up on instinct.

Anesthetics really are awful...

Maybe this was karma coming around?

He now roughly understood the look in that Enigma's eyes before he had completely passed out that day.

It was the pain of wanting desperately to act but being powerless to do so, wanting to carve Li Mao's face into his heart so he could bring it out and whip it whenever he got the chance to vent his hatred.

That was exactly how Li Mao felt now.

It was just that he had no one to whip. All he had was the irritation brought on by helplessness.

By then, Li Mao's eyelids had grown so heavy that they shut completely.

But he could still hear some sounds nearby.

He prayed that when he woke up, Mediterranean would be holding his hand and excitedly telling him that he had completed the world's first surgery to remove an Enigma's permanent mark.

"Hehe..."

Li Mao bared his teeth in a foolish grin.

Just as he was about to relax and fall asleep, he suddenly heard Mediterranean say respectfully, "He's been anesthetized. He's being good. He's probably asleep already. An Alpha who's been fucked open is a rare find! And I gave him general anesthesia. You can do whatever you want to him, and he won't remember a thing afterward. There won't be any trouble at all!"

Who was he talking to?

Shouldn't there only be the two of them in the consultation room?

When did a third person come in?!

What did he mean, an Alpha who'd been fucked open was a rare find?

What did he mean, with general anesthesia, anything could be done?!

According to Mediterranean's calculated dosage, Li Mao should have been completely unconscious by now.

But he had overlooked the fact that Li Mao was an Alpha, and that his actual job was as a fighter. His physical condition was far better than average, so the drug would naturally take effect more slowly.

As a result, every one of those blunt words reached the ears of the person concerned.

In truth, his clinic could not remove an Enigma's mark at all. As for extracting pheromones, that had only been a lie to fool Li Mao.

What soothing effect could the pheromones of a marked Alpha possibly still have on an Omega?

The reason he had said so much to keep Li Mao there was entirely because he had thought of a more profitable scheme.

While preparing the surgical equipment outside earlier, he had already posted Li Mao's photo, pheromone scent, and basic information in a group chat.

Most of the people in that group were involved in pimping.

An Alpha who had been fucked open was practically priceless. Wasn't that far more profitable than the few hundred yuan commission from a vial of pheromones?

He had named a high price of ten thousand per session in the group and guaranteed there would be no consequences.

Because time was tight, many well-dressed beasts lusting after this beautiful Alpha could not get away and could only watch helplessly as the beauty slipped past them.

But a good thing was still a good thing.

Just a few minutes later, someone from the group contacted Mediterranean and said that one of his bosses was willing to pay, asking him to send over the address.