What Could Compare to Him?

The flush on Bian He's face suddenly drained away.

His eyes flew open, and he bent over the bedside, dry-heaving.

Nothing came out.

"What's wrong? You've already had the injection. You should be feeling a little better..." Wan Ying looked tense as he gently patted his back.

Each dry heave stabbed at his heart.

He should have given him a temporary mark. Anything was better than letting Puppy suffer like this.

Bian He lay slumped over the bedside, his pheromones spilling out uncontrollably.

There was no color in his face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Don't look... I... I'll be okay in a moment..."

He could not throw up anything, yet he looked as though he were about to cough up his insides.

After retching for a while,

Bian He braced himself and tried to sit up, but the special period had drained all his strength.

He weakly urged him, almost pleading, "Wan Ying, please... could you leave? Come back in a little while. I look too ugly like this..."

Bian He spoke in broken fragments, tugging at his hand as he tried to shake off Wan Ying's support.

"You want me to leave now? Be good and don't move. I'm taking you to the infirmary." Wan Ying's chest felt clogged as he watched him, and his tone was far from gentle.

Bian He's condition did not look like the suppressant was working.

Could someone have deliberately deceived him? Or had the medication been tampered with?

Wan Ying carried him downstairs.

They ran into several colleagues on the way.

Seeing Wan Ying's terrible expression, they hurried over. "Bro, what's wrong?"

"What happened? Bro, where are you going?"

"I'll get the car..."

Wan Ying glanced at the suffering Bian He in his arms. "Don't worry about it. I'm going to the infirmary."

It seemed Bian He had appearance anxiety, or perhaps he simply did not want anyone to see him like this. He hid inside Wan Ying's coat, unwilling to show his face.

Bang!

With a dark expression, Wan Ying strode swiftly to the infirmary.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked the door open.

The door shook violently before finally crashing to the floor.

"Which lunatic kicked down my door? Are you trying to scare me to death?" The Alpha medic stormed out furiously.

The moment he recognized the visitor, guilt immediately appeared on his face. "Director, why are you here?"

Wan Ying raised a hand and released his pheromones, directly locking down the other man's throat. "You dared to deceive me... Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The pheromone concentration intensified. The Alpha clutched his neck tightly as his face gradually turned red.

He released bitter, cool pheromones in resistance, gaining a sliver of breathing room before hurriedly defending himself. "Director, don't be angry. I don't understand what you mean..."

Even now, he was still trying to argue.

"Why did the pheromone suppressant I got from you have no effect at all? If anything happens to him, I'll tear you into pieces."

Wan Ying spoke coldly.

Feeling Bian He clutching his clothes tighter, he stopped wasting time and turned to leave.

His pheromones withdrew.

The Alpha medic collapsed to the floor. He immediately recognized the patient's problem and weakly said, "Director, don't worry. He's probably allergic to Omega pheromone suppressants. A dose of cleansing agent will fix it."

Wan Ying stopped, his eyes full of suspicion.

Bian He's miserable state was still vivid in his mind. He did not trust anyone now.

The Alpha got to his feet and forced himself to approach. "His face is flushed, he keeps dry-coughing, and his whole body is itching. Those are symptoms of an allergic reaction to pheromone suppressants. I'll give him the injection now. If anything happens to him, you can deal with me however you want."

His promise rang firm and clear.

He was gambling with his own life.

Wan Ying lifted his cold gaze and curled his lips mockingly. "What makes you think your life is worth as much as his? If anything happens to him, everyone connected to you will be buried with him."

And even that would not be enough.

He could not afford to gamble.

He had finally found a Puppy who suited his heart. He would never allow any accident to happen.

The Alpha's expression stiffened. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Rest assured, Director. I've worked in the Elite Law District for years, so my medical skills are naturally not lacking. If you keep delaying, he'll only suffer more."

This concerned Puppy.

With suspicion written all over his face, Wan Ying reluctantly walked to the medical bed, preparing to lay Bian He down.

Just as he was about to touch the bed, he sat down at its edge while still holding him.

"Give it to him like this. Be gentle. He's afraid of pain."

A pair of icy eyes watched closely, afraid that even the slightest movement would go wrong.

The Alpha medic resigned himself to his fate and took out a vial of red medicine.

"Director, expose his shoulder... Uh, his wrist will do too."

He hurriedly changed his words.

Wan Ying withdrew his gaze and rolled up Bian He's sleeve.

The puppy bandage on his arm was conspicuous.

For no reason at all, he received a strange look from the doctor.

Like the man had some kind of problem.

Who knew what the hell he was thinking.

The needle went in.

Bian He instinctively burrowed into his arms.

Wan Ying tightened his embrace and maintained that position.

A few minutes later, Bian He stopped coughing, and the redness on his face gradually faded, restoring his original beautiful appearance.

Wan Ying stood up and scanned the code to pay fifty thousand gold coins. "Use this money to replace the door."

He carried Bian He back to the office.

He did not spare a glance for his colleagues' gossiping looks.

Leaving a group of people standing there and whispering among themselves.

"Damn, did you see that just now? The director's expression... If something had really happened to that Omega in his arms, I feel like he could have killed every living thing."

"Bro, are you okay? I almost thought you were dead just now. I was ready to collect your body."

The Alpha rubbed his neck and gave a light cough. "Thanks, I guess."

"By the way, who was the one he was carrying? I've never seen him so nervous over anyone. He was actually ready to kill me, his former classmate. What a rare sight."

He had just walked back from death's door and was still in the mood to joke.

"Bro, I really admire you. You were so calm. The Enigma's pheromones had me so suppressed that I could barely breathe."

"That's the director's Omega. He brought him here this morning, and he's incredibly beautiful."

"But it's so strange. If he's the director's Omega, why didn't he mark him during his heat? Even a temporary mark would have been fine. Why use suppressants? Could it be they still haven't... you know?"

"Who knows? The director must have his reasons, but I noticed something serious. We'd better all be careful from now on. It looks like the director has a weak spot now. That beautiful Omega is not someone we can provoke."

"Exactly, exactly. I thought I was going to die from pheromone suppression."

"Who do you think killed Shen Qiao? Alpha and Enigma really aren't on the same level. It was complete, absolute domination."

The group talked as they walked back.

Xu Gu stood behind them.

He watched Wan Ying's retreating figure at the front, his lips pressed tightly together as something unreadable flickered in his eyes.

Only after everyone had gone far away

did he withdraw his gaze.

He set the stethoscope on the table, took tools from the cabinet, lifted the door panel, and installed it alone.

In the office upstairs,

Bian He sat at the edge of the bed, both arms draped around the man as his legs swung happily.

"Did I cause you trouble?"

Rarely, Wan Ying was patient as he held and soothed him. "If you really think you're troublesome, hurry up and go back to how you were before. Look at how pale your face is. There's not a trace of color left. It looks awful."

Heat was hard to endure. Even with suppressants, it still harmed the body.

"Why are you allergic to suppressants? How did you get through it before?"

Wan Ying leaned against the bedside and pinched his cheek, jealousy rising in his eyes.

Had Bian He been temporarily marked by another Alpha before?