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"You're not... going to beat him up, are you?"

Cao Xicheng looked at him anxiously, but Mu Zhanxi didn't speak.

If Mu Zhanxi is compared to a young parent who dotes on his children very much, and Meng Yinan is his little boy, then the little girl was admitted to the hospital because of an innocent disaster in the eyes of the parents during the important period of differentiation, and anyone would feel distressed and feel sorry for himself. blame, and anger.

It is not incomprehensible to want to beat up the troublemaker.

What's more, the young man has no scruples and hits whenever he wants.

but……

Cao Xicheng twitched the corners of his mouth, making a crying expression, thinking, big brother, you beat that silly fork out of order, who do you think will suffer next?Who would be scolded miserably by his mother and go to the hospital every day to take care of him with food and drink?It's your good brother, how about me?

He stared at Mu Zhanxi resentfully, but the tears in his head were unknown, and Mu Zhanxi did not respond at all.

Cao Xicheng had no choice but to test out: "Brother Mu, are you really fake... I haven't seen you fight with anyone yet, are you kidding me?"

Mu Zhanxi glanced at him, because he was exhausted and lacked vitality, and his expression was relatively indifferent, making him look very indifferent and serious.

Cao Xicheng couldn't see the meaning of "joking" from his face, and his heart suddenly turned cold.

He was about to say something, when there were some small sounds in the consulting room.

Through the frosted glass on the door, someone could be seen walking to the door, as if one hand was already on the doorknob to get out, and he was talking inside.

It seemed that the inspection had come to an end, and Meng Yinan might be able to come out soon.

So Mu Zhanxi stopped talking to Cao Xicheng, took two steps forward, and stood beside him waiting.

After about 5 minutes, the door finally opened, and a little nurse came out and hurried to the side with the list.

Mu Zhanxi was about to stop him to ask about the situation, when he saw a hospital bed pushed out inside.

Meng Yinan was lying on it, with a hanging bottle hanging on the pole at the head of the bed, and the transparent infusion set was hanging from the mouth of the bottle, shaking slightly in the air, and the end point was the back of the hand that was casually placed on the side, which was covered with tape.

The owner of the back of the hand looked lifeless, which made Mu Zhanxi feel weak and pitiful.

But there wasn't much time for sadness. When the doctor asked who the family members were, Mu Zhanxi quickly came back to his senses and said he was.

After hearing Mu Zhanxi's answer, the doctor was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite believe it, he looked him up quickly and asked, "Are you him...?"

"Brother." Mu Zhanxi replied.

The doctor was probably very curious about why the child was not accompanied by an adult when he differentiated. This question was almost written on his face, but he didn't ask much, and asked the family members to go through the hospitalization procedures.

Mu Zhanxi took a look at Meng Yinan, and Cao Xicheng said that he would follow Yinan's brother to the ward, and told him not to worry, and go to work first.

The doctor went back to the consultation room and gave Mu Zhanxi an order, telling him the result of the examination: "There is a lump, which is compressing the glandular nerve. But it doesn't matter, his differentiation is too late, the gland is a bit inflamed, but the rest is quite healthy."

Mu Zhanxi nodded.

Probably because of Mu Zhanxi's serious expression and worried look, the doctor was fiddling with the printer, and at the same time popularized a few words about glands with him, and comforted him and said, "Your brother's situation can also be understood as his Late maturing, but the glands develop normally, and the pheromones can’t be released. It’s not uncommon, and there’s no big problem.”

Mu Zhanxi asked, "Then what about the lump?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, the lump usually disappears within a few months after differentiation."

As soon as the words were finished and the form was completed, the doctor gave Mu Zhanxi the way to go through the formalities. Before leaving, he told him that his brother had a high fever, so he had to hang up the water first. Today he will be observed in the hospital. It is estimated that he will be able to recover within a day. When the fever subsides, you can go home without any problems.

Mu Zhanxi had no other questions in mind, so he breathed a sigh of relief, said yes, and thanked the doctor.

When I finally settled down, it was almost four o'clock in the morning.

Uncle Li and Cao Xicheng had seen Meng Yinan, and went back to rest after Mu Zhanxi said that he could take care of him alone.

After they left, Mu Zhanxi returned to the ward.

It is estimated that in order to prevent pheromone interference, Meng Yinan lived in a single ward. The environment inside is good, the space is spacious, and it is relatively clean.

The nurse checked Meng Yinan's suspension bottle, adjusted the infusion speed, and then left.

Before leaving, I gave Mu Zhanxi a simple pheromone isolation sticker, saying that it is best to stick it during the differentiation of the patient, and said that when the infusion is over and the needle is pulled out, you can press the "call" button next to the bed.

After listening carefully, Mu Zhanxi said "OK" and "Thank you".

The nurse smiled at him and left.

The room was very quiet. The clock on the wall moved every second and made a sound. From time to time, there were some small sounds in the corridor outside the ward, but they were all isolated, making the place even quieter.

Mu Zhanxi left a night light with soft light. Seeing that Meng Yinan hadn't moved, he planned to go to the sofa to sleep for a while.

But when he closed his eyes, he didn't feel any sleepiness. He felt that the clock on the wall was making people uneasy. After lying down for less than half a minute, he got up again, moved a chair and sat beside Meng Yinan's bed.

Under the soft warm light, Meng Yinan's appearance seemed to have a soft light filter.

His cheeks were reddish due to the high heat, his eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes rested quietly, his lips were a little dry, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.The facial features are not considered mature, and sixteen or seventeen is certainly not a very old age. It seems that there is a childishness that has not faded, and there is also a cleanliness and elegance that belong to the youth.

Although differentiation is not a disease, it still has uncomfortable symptoms. Meng Yinan loses his joy and vitality. In Mu Zhanxi's view, he is inevitably weak and helpless.Distressing.

After watching for a while, Mu Zhanxi touched Meng Yinan's forehead with the back of his hand.

Physical cooling should have been done, and the fever subsided a little, not as serious as when I first arrived at the hospital.

Not sure if the pain will be lessened too.

Mu Zhanxi tried to compare with his own experience of differentiation.

He once learned some descriptions of his differentiation from Mu Ting.

Although the gender is Alpha, the pheromone intensity is lower, not the more stimulating type, and the differentiation is not too painful.

It was just lying in bed for two days, and there was some fever caused by changes in physiological development. On the surface, it looked the same as usual. If the concentration of pheromones in the house did not increase, it would seem to have slept for a long time.

In Mu Zhanxi's own impression, it seems that he was indeed sleeping and having bizarre dreams. He can't remember what he dreamed clearly, like a serial drama with chaotic and vague plots, without leaving any meaningful memories.

Just after waking up, Mu Zhanxi became an Alpha. In the next few months, he matured and gradually possessed a physique that matched this gender, becoming a real Alpha.

In comparison, maybe Meng Yinan is also like this, he is having some kind of dream, maybe when he wakes up from the dream, he will be full of energy again, alive and kicking, instead of lying on the bed like he is now.

Mu Zhanxi looked at it for a while, waited, and remembered that Meng Yinan must have fought before he split up, so he went to check his hands.

The blood on the hand has been washed, the left hand was hung with water, the right hand was cleaned of the breach, and medicine was applied to the small wound.

Mu Zhanxi didn't know why, even though his fingers had been sterilized, he would still think of Meng Yinan's hands covered in blood, and he lost consciousness. , made him very uncomfortable.

So after a while, he went to get the disinfectant wipes, avoiding the adhesive tape, ointment and wounds, and wiped both of Meng Yinan's hands carefully.

After wiping, after making sure there was no blood, he held the child's hand in his palm.

After a while, he suddenly lowered his head, pressed his forehead against the skin of Meng Yinan's wrist, and closed his eyes quietly.It seems that this is the only way to feel a little more at ease.

After posting it like this for a while, without knowing when, he fell asleep leaning on it in this rather strange position.

Mu Zhanxi was woken up by the sound of the alarm clock.

When I woke up, the light was still very weak, shining through the window into the ward, it was a faint grayish blue.

He turned off the alarm clock with a frown, and when he moved, he felt pain in his body, headache, and nausea.After propping his head up for a while, seeing the surrounding environment, he gradually remembered that he drank a lot of wine yesterday, and he was in the ward at this time, next to Meng Yinan who had not yet finished his differentiation.

He waited, and suddenly remembered the reason for setting the alarm clock, and immediately looked up at the hanging bottle by the bed.

Fortunately, he didn't get up late, and there was still some transparent liquid in it.

Mu Zhanxi sat up and rubbed his face, then looked at Meng Yinan, he washed his face when he saw that there was nothing unusual about him, and called the doctors and nurses to pull out the needle when it was almost time.

After the nurse pulled out the needle, she took Meng Yinan's temperature. She still had a low-grade fever. The nurse said it was all right, and observed again, and then left to go to another ward.

Because the low-grade fever persisted, Meng Yinan could not be discharged and stayed in the hospital.

Mu Zhanxi stayed with him all day, until four or five o'clock in the afternoon, when Meng Yinan's inspection report came out.

It was a pile of not-so-thin reports. Some pages were about Meng Yinan's inspection, while others were some puzzling images.

Mu Zhanxi skimmed through those reports, and finally found a conclusion of differentiation in a relatively late place.

He held the report and looked at it for a while, then left the consulting room without any disturbance and went to the ward.

Differentiation sounds like a change, as if undergoing this change will lead to a second sex, but it is actually more like a node in development.

Previously, the gland quietly existed in the body, lying on the back of the neck, quietly waiting for the opportunity, until one day, it finally matured, affecting the changes of various indicators of the human body in one fell swoop.

From this day on, under the influence of mature glands, people will develop more obvious sexual characteristics and become a named "certain category".

The same will be true of Meng Yinan.

In fact, a long time ago, Mu Zhanxi knew that he would differentiate into either Alpha or Omega. The probability was [-] to [-], and there were only two possible outcomes. In fact, it was not completely unpredictable.

But because Meng Yinan resists thinking and resists changes, it seems that no matter which one he divides into, it will not be satisfactory.

That night, Meng Yinan woke up briefly.

When he woke up, Mu Zhanxi was sitting on the sidelines watching him, as if he had been sitting there for a long time, looking at him until Meng Yinan woke up.

According to Meng Yinan's own memories, he was not very sober at the time, and his memory was rather vague. If he had to say that he remembered something, it was that his brother looked very calm and gentle.

Meng Yinan seemed to ask him if he was divided, and whether the division had any results.

Mu Zhanxi said yes, then patted his head and told him in a nice voice that it was a good sex.