Pheromones-mediated immune deficiency.
Luan Yenan frowned.
She had seen this term in the original owner's medical examination report.
The original owner's chili-scented pheromones caused rejection from all Alphas and Omegas because of this condition.
There is no solution for hospitals; the only quality control method in China is to adjust the medication.
Every week, being immersed in the strange smell of Chinese medicine, and having pheromones shackled, completely destroyed the original body's dignity, and there's no guarantee of a cure.
This led the original owner to outwardly comply but inwardly defy the rules, choosing an even more extreme approach: not taking the medication properly, not cooperating with the treatment, and instead constantly seeking a suitable Omega to bear the effects of her pheromones.
This situation only changed after Luan Yenan transmigrated.
The pheromone that smells like chili peppers has transformed into the pheromone that smells like vodka.
Luan Yenan didn't know whether he had caused the body's second differentiation or it should be considered his normal differentiation.
After thinking for a moment, she told the doctor, "I was diagnosed with pheromone immune deficiency for a period of time before, but it improved after being treated with traditional Chinese medicine. Especially after getting married, I experienced secondary differentiation when having sex with my wife, and my pheromones changed. When I am in a friendly state, I do not experience rejection. My wife and I have a very high pheromone compatibility, as high as 95%."
The doctor made a list of each case and asked, "So, are you marking your wife as the one showing rejection symptoms?"
“Of course.” Luan Yenan nodded.
To prevent the doctor from suggesting that she "try to find a 100% compatible Omega," Luan Yenan added, "I've only ever marked her, and I'll only ever mark her."
The doctor looked up at Luan Yennan, and hesitated for a moment under Luan Yennan's firm gaze: "Then your condition remains the same, and we cannot rule out the possibility of a relapse of the pheromone immune deficiency. But since you only mark your wife, things are actually simpler. You only need to pay attention to her condition. How has the marking been recently? Would you mind telling me?"
Luan Yenan never shied away from talking about doctors.
However, since this matter concerned Zuo Baixuan, Luan Yenan still subconsciously resisted it.
The doctor, also an Alpha, felt the hostile pheromone pressure from Luan Ye Nan and couldn't help but scratch his head.
This situation was added to the notes.
An abnormally strong possessiveness increases the likelihood of relapse.
"If you mind, you don't have to say anything, but you can observe it more yourself," the doctor said, offering a compromise.
Luan Yenan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and explained the circumstances of these temporary markings in detail.
The doctor pondered for a moment, then picked out a few key points and asked again: "There was a rejection reaction even with just temporary labeling, but the rejection only started after the labeling was done?"
Luan Yenan nodded.
The doctor gave the final diagnosis: suspected relapse of pheromone immune deficiency, with strong pheromone aggression, and a follow-up visit is required within six months of observation.
It also points out things that most Alphas care about: pheromones are highly active, can be used to mark partners, and can make their partners pregnant, but they can also affect the partners' health and carry certain risks.
Holding the diagnosis report, Luan Yenan couldn't help but clench the papers in his hand.
It can affect the health of one's spouse.
No wonder Zuo Baixuan always reacts so strongly after receiving temporary marking, and is always particularly tired.
Luan Yenan did fantasize about raising a lovely daughter together with Zuo Baixuan when she was marking her, but she would choose not to if it were for Zuo Baixuan's health.
I just don't know if Zuo Baixuan would want to have a child... with me... or perhaps...
Seeing the young Alpha, who possessed exceptional temperament and high spirits, suddenly fall into a complex state of sadness and anger, the doctor couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "If traditional Chinese medicine was effective for you in your country, perhaps you can continue to try it when you go back. Moreover, rare diseases like pheromone immune deficiency are also highly susceptible to misdiagnosis, and many adverse reactions caused by excessively high pheromone concentrations are misdiagnosed."
Luan Yenan didn't want to hear words of comfort; he only wanted to know the exact pheromones: "Doctor, give me the answer. If we prepare for the worst, to what extent will my pheromones affect my wife?"
The doctor hesitated, not wanting to deliver another fatal blow to the young Alpha who loved his wife so much, but the legal right of patients to know forced her to tell the truth: "The most serious case I know of was one where an Alpha's pheromones killed an Omega. He later died of organ failure."
Luan Yenan's expression was serious as he looked up. Just a glance at the doctor sent a chill down her spine. She unconsciously touched her mechanical watch, hoping this unbearable time would pass quickly.
“Madam, you really don’t need to worry so much. Since you asked about the worst-case scenario, it really is a once-in-a-lifetime event, happening only once every few decades worldwide. You don’t need to be so pessimistic,” the doctor began her professional reassurance.
Luan Yenan simply picked up a notepad and pen from the table and wrote down the possibility of the worst-case scenario on the paper.
Doctors even wondered if they should add psychological counseling to Luan Yenan's services: "Many times, such tragedies are caused by humans being too 'rebellious.' For example, modern people know that going to bed early and getting up early is the most natural way to meet the body's needs, or at least that the body should get enough sleep periodically, but everyone still stays up late, which has damaged the health of many people."
"You look very healthy, which means your pheromones aren't that bad. Maybe you should just let nature take its course."
Luan Yenan looked up and stared at the doctor: "After my glands underwent secondary development, I experienced a pheromone self-attack, which caused me to fall into a coma. If my wife hadn't been there to help me release pheromones, I might not even be alive now."
"..." The doctor was truly at a loss for words.
Even though the doctor didn't say anything, Luan Yenan saw the answer in the changes in her facial expression.
My past coma is a major problem. If I hadn't taken the diagnosis report with me, the doctor would definitely have included this experience, increasing the possibility of a suspected relapse.
Luan Yenan put the diagnosis report and notes into a folder that had been prepared for her beforehand.
After leaving the doctor's office, she sat on a bench at the hospital entrance for a long time, looking at the warm sun in the sky, but feeling cold all over.
Life is indeed cruel.
It always takes everything away from you just when you think you've got it all.
So, did those unknown higher beings give themselves a chance to be reborn just to toy with the feelings of weak humans?
If that's the case, then you've succeeded. You've made me feel like I've gained everything, only to have it all snatched away from me.
Luan Yenan chuckled softly, suppressing all negative emotions, his eyes revealing resentment.
She left the hospital.
At least the doctor was right about one thing: there's no need to be so pessimistic. Even if you were to leave this world tomorrow, you can still do what you need to do today.
What should we do?
As Luan Ye South Station entered the hotel elevator, he pondered how the company's expansion and strategic layout needed to be accelerated, so that he could acquire the "front-end" as soon as possible, at least to ensure his mother could live out her later years in peace.
bite--
The elevator arrived at the top floor.
Luan Yenan then glanced at the hotel staff member who had been sharing the elevator with him since the first floor and had now followed him all the way to the top floor.
"You've come to the rooftop for something?"
The blond, blue-eyed young man looked very young and was a new employee. He was extremely nervous when faced with questions from such distinguished guests on the top floor, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.
He truthfully replied, "It was room service; they sent me to a specific place to get something."
Luan Yenan looked at the brown paper bag in the young man's hand.
Without saying anything, she let the errand boy go first.
Eager to prove himself, the deliveryman immediately ran to the presidential suite and handed the brown paper bag to Zuo Baixuan.
Luan Yenan remained silent, standing in the elevator.
She waited until the deliveryman returned before stepping out of the elevator and gave him a tip.
The deliveryman thanked him repeatedly.
Luan Yenan walked into the house at a leisurely pace.
Upon hearing the door open, Zuo Baixuan hurriedly stuffed a stack of papers back into the opened kraft paper bag in her hand.
Then, I put it into my backpack along with the black-covered notebook I was holding.
Luan Yenan recognized the black-covered notebook; it was the one with the word "plan" written on it.
Luan Yenan roughly knew what was inside the brown paper bag.
They also learned that what Zuo Baixuan said the night she arrived was not a lie; she did indeed have her own purpose in coming to New York.
A helpless smile crept across Luan Yenan's face as she secretly made a decision.
Zuo Baixuan was in a hurry, but asked, "You went to the hospital, what did they say?"
"It's pretty much the same as how it's said in China," Luan Yenan replied casually, walking to the bar.
Zuo Baixuan called room service, and the mess in the room had been completely cleaned up.
Luan Yenan sat at the clean bar and poured himself a glass of water.
Zuo Baixuan had a strange feeling looking at Luan Yenan. Even though Luan Yenan seemed perfectly normal, something was off. Was it because she felt too guilty?
They deliberately had someone deliver the paper documents to a designated location outside the hotel, then sent a hotel errand boy to pick them up and deliver them to the presidential suite.
Even if someone has connections and influence, they will eventually realize that Luan Yenan was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes. They've made Luan Yenan take the blame.
However, Luan Yennan clearly stated that it was permissible to use her. Since they've already agreed to be used, surely it wouldn't be a problem for her to take the blame, right?
Luan Yenan wouldn't be that petty.
Zuo Baixuan put down her bag and walked to the bar. She placed her hands on the counter and said with a smile, "It's pretty good news too. You can focus on your treatment in China. Professor Zhong's medicine has entered the formal approval stage recently, which means the clinical trials are going very well. You can use it with peace of mind."
"Mm." Luan Yenan responded, smiled at Zuo Baixuan, and handed her a glass of water.
Zuo Baixuan took the water.
It's still very strange.
Given Luan Yenan's attitude last night—he could break a zipper just by wearing a necklace—how come he's sitting so calmly across the bar table from me now, without making a single move?
Luan Yenan had a faint scent of barrier agent on him, and his attitude was even more polite than when the two had just signed the contract.
"Let me see your medical report." Zuo Baixuan reached for the folder next to her.
Luan Yenan reached out and pressed it down.
There was definitely a problem!
Zuo Baixuan stared at Luan Yenan.
But then Luan Yenan's expression changed to a cunning smile, making her look like a beautiful and intelligent fox spirit.
"Sure, but I'm also very interested in the information in your parchment. How about we exchange them?"
What kind of trap is this?
What's interesting about a medical examination report?
Zuo Baixuan withdrew her hand, snorted, and ignored her. Then she asked, "Did you eat breakfast and lunch?"
Luan Yenan didn't mind her quick change of topic and answered truthfully, "I had breakfast at the hospital. What about you?"
Zuo Baixuan replied, "I slept until almost noon before getting up and ate something quick."
"How are you feeling now? Are you still sleepy?" Luan Yenan asked as he reached out to touch her forehead.