please feel my love

Yan Shanlan's plane arrived 10 minutes ahead of schedule.

When Jiang Wan woke him up, the plane had already landed on the bridge, and the assistant had already taken the luggage from the luggage rack above his head.

Yan Shanlan tore off the blanket on his body and stood up while supporting the armrest.

It was originally a very simple movement, but when Yan Shanlan stood up, the world suddenly spun, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Lan...Lan..."

Yan Shanlan heard a voice next to his ear, which seemed to be calling himself.

"Yan Shanlan!"

Jiang Wan's voice exploded in his ears.

Yan Shanlan opened his eyes, the dazzling light made his eyes hurt.

He squinted his eyes and waited for a while before meeting Jiang Wan's worried eyes.

Jiang Wan put his hand on Yan Shanlan's forehead, "You have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital."

Yan Shanlan was so dizzy that he couldn't speak, but nodded weakly.

He looked around and found that he was still sitting in a first-class seat, surrounded by flight attendants and team members.

Seeing his pale face, a flight attendant squatted down and asked, "Can you stand up? Do you need help?"

Yan Shanlan wanted to shake his head, but his body suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.

This time he felt himself leaning against someone, and there was a loud noise around him.

He couldn't hear clearly, his vision was blurred, and white light spots jumped up and down.

The dizziness lasted for a long time before Yan Shanlan's vision completely went black.

He fell into a coma again.

Fu Sirong found Yan Shanlan's ward according to the text message sent by his assistant.

Yan Shanlan had just finished the examination and was undergoing an infusion, while Jiang Wan and his assistant were accompanying him.

Seeing Fu Sirong coming in, Jiang Wan quickly stood up, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Sirong nodded to her, and walked lightly to Yan Shanlan's bedside.

It has only been a week since the last video call, and Yan Shanlan has become much haggard.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and the hand that was putting the infusion on the quilt seemed to have lost weight again.

Fu Sirong glanced at the label on the infusion bag, and turned to ask Jiang Wan, but the sound of the ward door opening interrupted him.

A young doctor stood at the door with a roll of white paper stuck in his white coat.

He said to the two people in the ward: "The patient's family members come here."

"I'll go first." Fu Sirong patted Jiang Wan's shoulder.

The doctor took Fu Sirong to a quiet corner of the corridor, and asked straight to the point: "Are you the patient's husband?"

Fu Sirong nodded, "How is he?"

The doctor raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly behind the lens, "During the examination, I found that the patient has not been fully marked."

"Hmm..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Fu Sirong's face, "We just got married not long ago."

The doctor nodded indifferently, "My personal suggestion is not to mark it completely for the time being."

Fu Sirong was slightly taken aback, a little unresponsive.

The doctor noticed his expression, stared at him sharply, and asked, "Do you know that the patient has been on a diet?"

Fu Sirong's heart skipped a beat.

He originally wanted to refute, but after thinking about it for a while, Yan Shanlan really didn't eat much.

"I know he eats very little and sometimes skips dinner."

Fu Sirong added: "He is a model."

"The model will go on a diet more or less, but his current condition has already begun to affect his health." The doctor looked at Fu Sirong with reproachful eyes, and took out the volume of reports in his pocket.

He took a pen to circle the data marked in red on the report, "Omega's physique was originally worse than that of Alpha, coupled with long-term dieting and insufficient nutrition, he now has symptoms of hypoglycemia and hypotension, and his body fat percentage is also lower than that of Alpha. Normal Omega is much lower."

"It will take about seven days for the estrus period to be fully marked. During this time, Omega's body and spirit will be in an extremely excited state..." The doctor paused for a moment, "It's hard for him to bear it in his current situation."

He didn't speak too bluntly.

There are countless Omegas who are hospitalized during the estrus, either with congenital diseases, or tortured into a coma by Alpha, such cases as Yan Shanlan's are rare.

Fu Sirong looked at the series of data marked in red on the report, and his heart was raised, "Then how is he doing now? Is it serious?"

"Currently it's only a low-grade fever and anemia, and he'll be fine if he takes a good rest for a while, but he must adjust his work, rest and eating habits after that. Tiredness is just an inducement. If he goes on like this for a long time, not only will he cause gastritis, but also heart and brain problems. By that time It’s not as simple as fainting and having a fever.”

The doctor quickly wrote a few lines on the note, tore it off and handed it to Fu Sirong, "Give him some vitamins and protein, and if possible, hire a nutritionist."

"I see." Fu Sirong stuffed the note into his pocket and thanked the doctor.

The doctor pushed his glasses and smiled flatly, "You're welcome."

Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's report and walked quickly through the corridor.

Sunlight falls on the wall through the glass window, cut off by Fu Sirong's shadow, and the blue sky outside the window is intertwined with orange and pink.

Yan Shanlan likes sunset very much, and Fu Sirong has accompanied him to see it several times.But he is still lying on the hospital bed unconscious.

The transparent glass window framed the brilliant sunset into a painting, but Fu Sirong didn't care to appreciate it.

He stood outside Yan Shanlan's ward, suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart, and gently opened the door.

Jiang Wan walked up anxiously and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Fu Sirong glanced at Yan Shanlan, lowered his voice and said, "It's nothing, it's just caused by low blood pressure. After the infusion, there's nothing wrong and you can leave the hospital."

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Seeing her relax, Fu Sirong said, "Go back and rest first, I'll accompany him."

Jiang Wan glanced at Yan Shanlan, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

She handed Yan Shanlan's personal belongings and luggage to Fu Sirong, and left the ward with her assistant.

The private ward in the private hospital was very quiet, and it seemed even more empty without two people.

Fu Sirong sat on the chair beside Yan Shanlan's bed.

Yan Shanlan's mobile phone was placed on the bedside table by Jiang Wan. One corner of the screen was broken, and a spiderweb of cracks spread from that corner to the center.

Fu Sirong scratched the edge of the screen with his nails, and the broken tempered film made a crisp cracking sound.

He peeled off the tempered film, and the original screen of the phone was intact, with only a little bit of the tempered film on it.

Fu Sirong threw away the tempered film, put the phone back on the bedside table, and accidentally slid his fingertips across the screen, waking up the phone that was turned off.

The phone suddenly turned on, and Fu Sirong looked over subconsciously, and the photo that Yan Shanlan put in the book appeared in front of Fu Sirong again.

He stared at Yan Shanlan's cell phone, his pupils shrank slightly.

Fu Sirong stretched out his hand, wanting to take a closer look, when Yan Shanlan's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

The caller is displayed on the screen: sister.

Fu Sirong looked at Yan Shanlan, hesitating whether to pick it up for him, the sleeping person on the hospital bed moved slightly.

"Brother Rong?" Yan Shanlan called out hoarsely.

Fu Sirong shook for a moment, retracted his hand that was going to hold the phone, and touched Yan Shanlan's forehead to test his temperature.

"It's still burning, will you feel uncomfortable?"

"A little bit." Yan Shanlan said weakly, but rubbed Fu Sirong's hand a little.

He had no strength, and his head was still aching, but the dizziness and tinnitus had disappeared.

The cell phone on the bedside table kept vibrating, Fu Sirong handed it over, "Your sister's phone."

Holding the phone in his hands, Yan Shanlan turned his back to Fu Sirong.

He picked up the phone: "Sister."

What Yan Xueqing asked, Yan Shanlan replied: "It's nothing, just a little sleepy."

He just woke up, and easily put on the sleepy tone when he woke up.

"We're home, Brother Rong is here." Yan Shanlan lied to Yan Xueqing while lying in the hospital.

When Fu Sirong saw him finish these words, his shoulders tensed up, and it took a while for him to relax slowly.

"Bye-Bye."

Yan Shanlan and Yan Xueqing said goodbye, but Fu Sirong heard a feeling of relief.

Yan Shanlan hung up the phone and turned to face Fu Sirong again.

Hearing that he was lying, Fu Sirong looked at each other a lot more.

Yan Shanlan shrank his neck guiltily when he met Fu Sirong's gaze.

"Brother Rong, don't tell her about my illness." He gently tugged on Fu Sirong's sleeve, "I don't want her to worry."

"Then you're willing to make me worry?" Fu Sirong frowned, unmoved.

When he heard that Yan Shanlan was sent to the hospital, he hurried over and heard some not-so-good news, so he was worried for a while.

As a result, Yan Shanlan woke up, lied to Yan Xueqing, and dragged him into the water together.

Fu Sirong's face was fierce, and Yan Shanlan couldn't help it.

He grabbed Fu Sirong's hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Fu Sirong's body froze, and the expression on his face almost froze.

What he couldn't stand the most was Yan Shanlan talking to him in such an aggrieved voice.

Yan Shanlan is not an Omega that conforms to the mainstream aesthetics of the public. She is not gentle enough or cute enough, but she is the most beautiful and attractive.

His slightly raised eyes are full of charm, when he looks at himself, those beautiful eyes are always full of water.

That's what Fu Sirong likes.

So as soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Sirong agreed to everything.

Fu Sirong held Yan Shanlan's hand and sighed, "I won't tell her."

Yan Shanlan responded with a soft hum from his nasal cavity.

He looked at Fu Sirong's face and asked, "You look so bad, what did the doctor say?"

"No big problem, you can leave the hospital after your fever subsides." Fu Sirong touched the back of Yan Shanlan's hand, rubbing his fingertips back and forth on the protruding muscles and bones.

"Is that all?" Yan Shanlan looked at him.

"I can't hide it from you." Fu Sirong smiled helplessly, "He said that your illness this time was caused by a long-term diet, and your physical condition is not very good, so we can't completely mark it for the time being, we have to wait for you to recuperate."

He refused to mark Yan Shanlan before, just because he didn't want to turn the union between partners into an instinct-driven barbaric act, but he didn't expect that by mistake, Yan Shanlan would suffer less.

Fu Sirong kissed the back of Yan Shanlan's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you."

Yan Shanlan shook his head and said, "I did it myself, and I don't blame you."

There was tiredness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was very gentle.

Fu Sirong pursed his lips, his eyes full of worry.

Yan Shanlan shook the hands they were holding together, and comforted him: "It's okay, it just so happens that I decided to retire, and the doctor also said that it will be fine if I adjust slowly."

I don't know if it is the doctor's words that work, or Alpha is born with this kind of thing, Fu Sirong's face softened a little.

"After you go back, ask the housekeeper to make you some delicious food and make up for it." Fu Sirong said, "Eat more, you are too thin."

"Okay." Yan Shanlan nodded obediently.

Yan Shanlan still had a fever, talked to Fu Sirong for a while, and fell asleep leaning on the pillow before finishing the drip.

He doesn't move when he's asleep, and now he's sick and looks like a beautiful breaker.

Fu Sirong looked at him sleeping peacefully, and suddenly remembered the time when Yan Shanlan was angry because he refused to accept the mark.

During that time, Yan Shanlan always kept a cold face and didn't speak, although his whole body exuded the aura of not getting close to strangers, but it was vivid and vivid.

Fu Sirong felt that even if Yan Shanlan got angry with him and had a cold war with him, biting his shoulder and throwing a temper tantrum, it would be better than sleeping like this now.

He took Yan Shanlan's hand and slowly leaned his head on it.