Pay Attention to Me

in the bedroom.

When Yin Che woke up, he couldn't fall asleep, and lay on the bed in a daze.

What Yin Ze said before he left just now is not unreasonable. He has indeed never confided with him in these years, and it is only natural that he is hated.

But, if it doesn't get cured... Losing a brother you hate is better than losing a brother you like.

Let's talk about it later, he hasn't recovered yet.

I'd rather see another person.

Yin Che turned over and wanted to check the time with his mobile phone, when he suddenly found a school uniform jacket on the bed.

Wrinkled, it was casually thrown in the corner of the bed by the owner.

Jiang Yao always didn't make his bed, and his weekly dormitory score was the lowest in the class. Old Wu had criticized him several times, and it was still the same.

Yin Che stared at the coat.

After making sure that there were no footsteps in the corridor outside, he grabbed his coat, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath.

Couldn't smell anything other than a faint laundry soap smell.

After more than a month of treatment, there is still no effect at all.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.

Yin Che immediately stuffed his coat back into the corner.

Jiang Yao opened the door and walked in: "Are you awake? You scared me to death just now, and I don't even know how to hide."

Yin Che got out of bed: "I'm fine, how is your side? My brother said you called the police."

"Well, those few already had a history of fighting and fighting, and they refused to mend their ways after repeated admonitions. This time, they will be detained for a longer period of time. Don't worry about them finding fault for the time being."

Jiang Yao pulled down the zipper and was about to take off his jacket when he grinned suddenly and held onto his waist.

"What's wrong?" Yin Che stepped forward and asked.

"When I picked you up just now, I was accidentally attacked by them with a stick. It hurts a bit."

"I'll show you." Yin Che went to pull his clothes.

Jiang Yao pressed his hand: "It's okay, I guess it's just a little bruise, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"No, you stay and help me ask Lao Wu for leave, and then help me make a lie. I told the guard that these people were thieves who entered the school to steal things, and I just caught them. If the gate guard tells Master Zhang, Master Zhang will come Check, you just say you lost something."

Yin Che was speechless: "You are really skilled at making up reasons."

Jiang Yao smiled: "I have experienced a lot."

The next day, Master Zhang really came to ask about it.

"I heard that there are thieves in your class? See if you have lost anything?"

Zhang Ke flipped through the drawer and raised his hand: "Teacher! I lost my bread!"

Chen Yingying hit him: "You couldn't help but eat during self-study last night, did you forget?"

"Oh, yes, yes, teacher, I didn't lose anything."

Leader Zhang was speechless, and looked around at the others in the classroom: "Is anyone else missing something?"

Yin Che raised his hand: "Teacher, I lost the 1000 yuan I put on the table."

"What are you doing with so much money?"

"I want to top up my meal card today."

The classmates and the teacher expressed their understanding. As expected of the young master of the Yin family, the meal card is charged at a minimum of [-] yuan.

"That's not right... I saw Brother Che had more than 1 yuan in his meal card yesterday, why are you still charging it?" Han Meng muttered, glanced at the empty seat of Jiang Yao who was said to be going to the hospital, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized, Raise your hand, "Teacher, I lost money too."

"How many?"

"Two hundred." I don't know what exactly happened, so I dare not say too much just to be on the safe side.

Zhang Ke turned around in confusion: "Old Han, when will you..."

Han Meng gave him a meaningful look.

"..." Zhang Ke continued to raise his hand, "Teacher, I just found out that the money in my pencil bag was also lost."

"How many?"

"Five dollars and five." Added a fraction for authenticity.

Leader Zhang: "What? Stealing even fifty cents? This thief is too shameless."

"That's right, shameless."

"Okay, I got it, I will definitely get the money back for you guys. Really, what's wrong with you, even stealing fifty cents..." Leader Zhang left cursing.

It took Zhao Zhengsheng and others a long time to piece together the 1000, two hundred and five yuan and fifty cents. When they handed it over to the police, they howled like a pig, heartbroken:

"I really didn't steal money!! It was just a fight! I have been wronged a lot!!"

Policeman: "What's the matter with me, you say foul language here, do you want to detain me for a few more days?"

"..."

The students in Class 1 didn't know about it. They only knew that their Brother Che suddenly distributed five big red envelopes of two hundred in the class group, and each person grabbed dozens of yuan. They were very happy, comparable to Chinese New Year.

municipal hospital.

Hospitals are as busy on weekdays as on weekends, with people coming and going, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Jiang Yao took a bunch of lilies and knocked on the door of a ward.

"Please come in."

He pushed open the door and went in.

The person inside was coughing, but when he saw him, he was so surprised that the coughing stopped: "Jiang Yao? Why are you here, shouldn't you be in class at this time?"

"Hello, President, I'm here on business, so I'll drop by to see you." Jiang Yao put the flowers on the small table next to the hospital bed, "I don't know what to bring, last time I saw your boyfriend bought a lily, I just I have learned a lot."

Xu Shou smiled: "Thank you, I like it very much. What are you doing here? Is a friend sick?"

"To be honest, it's for Yin Che." Jiang Yao went straight to the point, "Do you know about his illness?"

"I'm not sure...Although we are a doctor, we have different treatment methods. He always goes for an in-person consultation. Only Dr. Feng understands his condition."

Sure enough, the bastard fooled everyone.

"Okay, then I'll go to Dr. Feng, can you tell me where his office is?"

Xu Shou told him the exact location, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Xiao Che? Did something happen?"

"He's fine, I just want to know more about him, after all, he's his boyfriend." Jiang Yao blinked, "Please don't tell him I've been here, it's troublesome."

Xu Shou patted his chest: "Don't worry, I will never say anything."

Jiang Yao thanked him and wished him a speedy recovery, then went out, walked forward, passed the inpatient department, arrived at the doctor's office area that Xu Shou said, and found the consulting room with Dr. Feng's nameplate on it.

The door was not closed, there were people asking for a doctor inside, and there were three or four people lined up outside.

Jiang Yao sat on the empty seat, moved one seat forward when a person entered, and after a quarter of an hour, it was finally his turn.

"What's the problem?" Dr. Feng buried himself in the last patient's list and asked as usual.

Jiang Yao closed the door, went to the desk and sat down: "Hello, Doctor Feng, I'm not here to see a doctor, I want to ask you something."

Dr. Feng raised his head upon hearing this, and pushed his glasses. The boy in front of him looked handsome, wearing a school uniform, and this school uniform... looked familiar.

"Are you a student in No. [-] Middle School?"

"Well, I'm Yin Che's classmate." Jiang Yao said directly, "I'm also his boyfriend. I want to ask you, what is his illness like?"

Dr. Feng was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: "This... Even if you are his partner, he is still my patient, and I cannot disclose the patient's privacy."

"Actually, I probably understand it even if you don't tell me. He was kidnapped before and encountered some things, so he lost his omega pheromone, right?"

The surprised look on Dr. Feng's face proved that he was right.

Jiang Yao's heart sank quickly.

He was afraid that he would guess wrong, and even more afraid that he would guess right.

I wasn't 100% sure before I came here, but I just inferred this possibility from Yin Ze's description.

After all, based on his understanding of Yun Che, he would never be so stimulated to lose pheromones because of something like not eating.

There are all kinds of strange things about Yun Che, such as fear of electricity, such as injuries on his neck, and such as looking like an omega, and his skin is whiter than many omegas... If he is an omega, he was stimulated and became what he is now. It all makes sense.

He didn't dare to think about what happened during the days when he was kidnapped.

"I checked before I came here. It is almost impossible to cure the omega that loses pheromones the day after tomorrow. If it is not cured, it will not live until the age of 19... Is it true?"

Dr. Feng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "It's true."

Jiang Yao's eyes darkened, and he didn't slow down for a long time, his exhaled breath was trembling.

"But if it's true...why are his parents not nervous at all? Don't they know?"

"Hey, I really don't know. The patient has human rights protection and can choose not to inform the guardian of his condition, so his parents always thought that he can only be an ordinary beta in this life."

Dr. Feng felt that this topic was too heavy, and was afraid that the young man in front of him would collapse emotionally, so he comforted him: "But now there are already cured cases, and Yin Che is also very cooperative in the treatment, so miracles may not be impossible..."

"I also read the report of that case, and the pheromone is stimulated by recreating the scene?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yao was very calm, except for the bloodshot eyes and slightly hoarse voice, no emotional fluctuations could be seen.

"Doctor Feng, he has been getting thinner and thinner recently, and he eats very little. It seems that it has been since the beginning of treatment... Can you tell me how he was treated?"

Doctor Feng was silent.

Everything is clear.

How else can it be treated, the scene reappears, as the name suggests, to re-experience the torture that has been experienced in the past.

"Because if you want to be cured, you may suffer. I would rather die."

The bastard didn't want to be cured.

I would rather reject him, I would rather not live, and I don't want to go through it again.

Jiang Yao took a deep breath, his nails almost pierced into the flesh, and his voice choked: "Doctor Feng, if he is willing to treat him this way, I respect his wish. But I'm afraid that even if he endures all this, he will still..."

Dr. Feng sighed: "I understand what you mean and how you feel. According to theory, it is indeed feasible, but there are too few cases to refer to, and I am not 100% sure...Moreover, the treatment of this disease requires a physical body. And psychological treatment, although his glands and genital cavity have been restored through surgery, but psychologically..."

"What surgery?" Jiang Yao was stunned, and suddenly felt scalp numbness, "Isn't it caused by electric shock? Why do glands and genital cavity need surgery?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"No……"

No, it was said.

"I took a break from elementary school for a year and had two surgeries on my body."

It turned out to be these two places.

The nerves in Jiang Yao's brain began to tremble, and he grabbed the armrest of the chair, almost out of breath.

He thought he knew everything, but it turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg.

The scariest part was even scarier than he had guessed.

"Since he didn't say it, it's inconvenient for me to disclose it." Dr. Feng skipped this point, "In short, to be cured, both mental and physical aspects must experience re-enactment. That's how the cured case was cured. The desire to survive combined with the stimulation of bodily functions when dying. But Yun Che's situation is much more complicated, and by studying his case more deeply recently, I feel that my psychotherapy may be in the wrong direction."

Jiang Yao temporarily pulled away from his emotions, and asked intently, "What do you mean?"

Dr. Feng took out a document from the drawer: "After more than a month of treatment, there was no effect at all, and I was also anxious, so I went through the results of his psychological examination when he had an accident ten years ago, and found... ah, No, I can't tell you about this. Anyway, I will try again later, so don't worry."

How could Jiang Yao not be in a hurry: "Doctor Feng, I won't tell others."

"It's really not good. Any external cause may affect the patient's mood. I can't take the risk to tell you. Besides, it won't help if you know it."

"Is there nothing I can do?"

"You can spend more time with him, try to keep him emotionally stable, and don't let him be stimulated by other things."

"……okay, I get it."

Jiang Yao had no choice but to accept his fate, took a pen and paper from the table, wrote down his number, stood up, and bowed respectfully: "Please, Doctor Feng, if you need my help, please come to me. He came to heal for me, and I am willing to do anything, please cure him."

Dr. Feng nodded: "He can be regarded as the child I grew up with. I will try my best. Don't worry."

"Well, then I'll go first and waste your time." Jiang Yao sniffed, said goodbye, and walked to the door.

"Wait a minute." Doctor Feng suddenly stopped him, "What did you just say?"

Jiang Yao turned around: "Did you waste your time?"

"No, the previous sentence."

"I am willing to do anything, please cure him?"

"No! One more sentence!"

"He came to heal for me..."

"Yes! That's the sentence!" Dr. Feng was suddenly excited, stood up from behind the desk, and strode towards him, "Really? He is for you?"

"It should be true. He didn't want to treat it at first, but he was willing to treat it after I was with him..."

"Great!" Dr. Feng said happily, "Young man, forget what I just said!"

"……what?"

"You can help, you can definitely help. However, you may not be able to bear the process and the result..."

"I can bear it." Jiang Yao said without hesitation, "Tell me, what do you want me to do? It's okay to go up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire."

"Okay, as long as you have this awareness. No one can say what I say next."

"Promise not to tell, I swear."

Dr. Feng nodded, and sat down with his shoulder pressed: "Only you can cure Yin Che's disease..."