Huo Xingye took Nan Zhou's phone and called Hao Jia.
Getting a call from Nan Zhou in the middle of the night, only to hear Huo Xingye speaking, nearly drove Hao Jia mad.
He instinctively assumed that this shameless Alpha had gone and ravaged Nan Zhou again.
But when Huo Xingye asked about Nan Zhou's medical records, he grew cautious. "What do you want those for? Give the phone to Nan Zhou. I want to talk to him."
"He's having a severe allergic reaction. Send me his medical records," Huo Xingye instructed.
"That's our Zhouzhou's private information!"
"I know about his gland. Don't waste time. Every second you delay is torture for him."
Even over the phone, the Alpha's cold voice made Hao Jia feel a hint of pressure.
Apart from his instinctive submission, there was also the fact that Huo Xingye was right. If Nan Zhou really was too sick to even talk on the phone, wasting words here was pointless and would only add to his suffering.
So, after hanging up, Hao Jia immediately sent Nan Zhou's medical records to his WeChat account.
Of course, he didn't forget to ask, "Zhouzhou, why did you tell him something as private as your damaged gland?"
Huo Xingye ignored the message, forwarded the medical records to his own phone, and handed it to the doctor.
The doctor read them carefully and gained an understanding of the situation.
"His allergic reaction looks severe, but it isn't a major problem. The main issue is still his gland."
With that, she looked at Huo Xingye. "Have you ever marked him?"
Huo Xingye froze briefly, then nodded.
"That makes things easier. Since you've marked him before..."
Before the doctor could finish, Huo Xingye interrupted her. "He doesn't like being marked."
The doctor paused.
She looked