1% fit

Shi Muran finally chose to leave, no matter what, the operation had to continue.

It's just that when he left, he neither told An Bo nor Shang Bai.

He simply sent Shi Liyan a message: Father, I'm leaving.You have to take good care of An Bo, don't let him worry about me.

After receiving the news, Shi Liyan hurriedly left Omega who was trying on the dress, and rushed back to An Bo.

At that time, An Bo was holding the note left by Shi Muran on the table, feeling lost.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shi Liyan: "Of course he left with Lu Qizong, he said he was going to have an operation... But why did he leave suddenly without telling me?"

Shi Liyan opened his mouth: "He may be afraid that you will worry, nothing will happen, don't think about it, he is not a child anymore."

An Bo was silent for a while, the hand holding the branch trembled slightly, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

On the other side, the hangovered Shang Bai was rubbing his sore temples and slowly got up from the sofa. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an exquisite small gift box on the table. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he carefully took the box into the palm of his hand, and pressed the button. Press a small button.

The box opened with a "click", and there was a simple platinum ring inside, which was the same as the one he gave to Shi Muran.

Shang Bai's eyes softened, he took out the ring, and looked carefully, only to see an "R" engraved on the innermost part of the silver ring.

Shang Bai put the ring in his palm and treasured it, thinking in his heart that when he saw the young master later, he would have to preach to the young master, and to give him a gift and spend all his time getting him drunk and secretly giving it to him, it's not good to be so shy.

Little did he know that it would be the last time he saw Shi Muran who was still smiling at him.

Since then, he and Shi Muran have gone through so much toss and turn, and missed so many years that should have been in love.

He later recalled that when the young master celebrated his birthday for the first time, he would feel cold for no reason, worrying about gains and losses.

He also finally understood that he shouldn't go to celebrate his birthday again.

Once he lost Omeag's mother, and once he lost the love of his heart.

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But Shi Muran didn't know anything about it. After three days in Lu's house, he was hurriedly sent to the aseptic warehouse, and the isolation treatment before the operation officially started.

The aseptic warehouse is completely white, and it is full of vastness as far as the eye can see. Besides, there is boundless loneliness.

Shi Muran was lying on Nuo Da's hospital bed, his eyes half closed, breathing weakly, his whole body was paler than the sheets under his body.

His glands were injected with a large amount of inhibitors, and the back of his neck was like a hot air balloon full of air, ready to explode at any moment.

Consciousness gradually became unclear, and when I could occasionally open my eyes, my thinking was still stagnant between half asleep and half awake.

Several huge white chandeliers were turned on in the room, illuminating every corner of the room, and the young master curled up in it, as insignificant as a grain of grain.

The outside wall-mounted glass is actually a huge video wall, which is filled with dense pinhole cameras.

On the other side of the connection, medical staff and scientific research doctors in meticulous white coats looked at the precious and high-end Omega and started a heated discussion with each other.

"Hurry up and stop injecting the inhibitors, I'm afraid his glands will be damaged if they can't stand it!"

The other party quickly refuted: "No way! His newborn glands have already taken over the dominant position, and if he doesn't inject inhibitors, it will only flow more powerfully, completely killing his rare passion flower pheromone."

"Then let him drink some water and eat some food. He hasn't had a drop of water or rice for three days." A young female Beta looked at the beautiful Omega with an almost transparent face on the screen, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on." On the day of the operation, the person will be gone..."

Everyone shut up in tacit understanding for a while, and finally, someone in the crowd said: "The gland is too swollen, and the simple chewing function may cause it to burst suddenly. Get a nutritional injection."

So, the next day, a nurse with only two eyes, who had been sterilized and wrapped all over her body, stepped into the ward.

At that time, Shi Muran was raising his heavy eyelids to try hard to look outside the gate, but unfortunately the light was too glaring, he could only see a piece of paleness first, followed by pockmarks and dizziness from excessive light.

He opened his mouth, and each syllable came out hoarsely and intermittently from his throat: "Yes, it is...who?"

The visitor was startled by his broken voice: "Nurse, come here and give you a nutrient solution."

Shi Muran's bloodshot eyes dimmed: "Oh."

However, the nutrient solution can't be infused every day, because considering that his body's excretory function is declining, others and he can't enter and exit the sterile chamber at will.

When the nurse went to infuse him with nutrient solution, Shi Muran would wake up briefly, and his ethereal voice seemed to die immediately: "Yes, who is it?"

Every time the nurse patiently answered: "It's me."

But slowly, the doctor began to inject new hormone drugs into his body to restrain his newborn glands.Under the influence of drugs, his consciousness also became more chaotic.

When the nurse came again, his voice was even weaker: "Shang Bai?"

The nurse was surprised, who is Shang Bai?

She replied: "Master Lu, I am not."

Then, he saw the thin Omega on the bed curled up into a small ball, his shoulders trembling violently, ignoring the dull pain on the back of his neck and his frail body that hadn't eaten staple food for half a month, he sobbed in pain: "Shang Bai ..."

"Woooooo...I want to go home."

"I want... Shangbai..."

His voice was too sad, like a blunt knife scratched on the glass, tearing heavily, and finally, the little nurse couldn't bear to tell the truth anymore.

Later, when Shi Muran asked her again, she lied to him: "Well, it's me."

It's a pity that Shi Muran at that time no longer had the slightest strength to explore who the person was.

Half a month later, the doctors began to give him medicine that could trigger the fever period. Shi Muran had never experienced a fever period, and he didn't feel much at the beginning.

But three days later, the drug fermented in the body and began to take effect officially.

The back of Shi Muran's neck was burning like a fire, and his whole body was like a dead fish exposed to the sun on the beach, waiting for the tide to return to the ocean.

His breathing was weak, his face pale and haggard, like a perfect piece of porcelain that would break at the touch of a touch, he hugged his arms tightly and curled up into a small ball, he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, his throat was jerky as if it had been filled with lead, and he couldn't spit out any dryness words.

He was twitching, his face was exhausted, as if half of his body was about to sink into the ground.

And his father Lu Qizong finally came to see him through the glass window on the third day before the operation.

Shi Muran stretched out his thin veined hand, and a hoarse and inarticulate sob came out of his throat.

"I want to go out.

"I want to go home.

"I..." I want...Shang Bai...

But no one could understand his appeal, only the rumbling sound in his throat, as if the throat was broken.

Or even if someone understands, they won't talk to him.

Surgery is still going on.

Lu Qizong turned around and said to the people beside him: "Give him three times the dose of medicine, and the operation will start normally three days later."

The face of the doctor beside him changed, and he replied cautiously: "But, Mr. Speaker, in this way he—"

Lu Qizong turned around, with a solemn look on his face that could not be offended: "Will he die or be disabled?"

"It's all... possible."

Lu Qizong continued to order coldly without any emotion: "Then add, as long as people don't die."

Not to die, as long as you don't die, it doesn't matter if you get injured or disabled.

And the next three days will be the nightmare of Shi Muran's life.

The doctor changed a thick needle more than ten centimeters long, and it pierced into his meridian when he fell asleep.

Shi Muran woke up suddenly from his sleep, with a dull growl from his throat, the doctor pinned his head: "Don't move around, Young Master Lu, the injection is not finished yet."

Shi Muran's heart suddenly felt cold, and his blood flowed backwards. The great fear and pain made him resist instinctively.

It may also be that the heart-piercing pain awakened the potential of his body, and he still had the strength to roll off the bed.

When the bone hit the floor, it seemed to be completely shattered, and he didn't care about it. With a strong desire to survive, he crawled towards the door with all his strength, in a state of embarrassment.

The blue veins on his hand were still pierced with needles, he pulled them out with difficulty, and immediately, a large blood stain stained his snow-white hospital gown red.

He doesn't care, he just wants to escape.

At this moment, he finally knew how well his life was protected.

An Bo loves him and pets him, and has never made him suffer a little bit. No matter how much Shi Liyan hates him, he has never hurt him a bit.

Later, he also met his Alpha, who loved him and loved him to the bone.

He has never experienced suffering, and only when he knew his life experience, he felt pitiful and magnified his suffering infinitely.

But those are nothing compared to now, the physical pain and psychological fear tormented him one after another, making him fall into Abi Hell.

Only now did he understand personally what kind of pain Ling Lan had experienced back then, but he was not Ling Lan after all.

He is not Ling Lan, he has a solid body and the tenacity not to admit defeat, he is Shi Muran.

He is Shi Muran, the young master who grew up in the palm of his hand, he is most afraid of pain, even a small cut in his hand can make someone cry for a long time.

However, those people tore his flesh and blood and gave him piercing pain.

How could he not be afraid.

He is afraid of pain and death.

Worse yet is not seeing...

Can't see... his Alpha.

He uttered two syllables in an extremely low, short, like bamboo shoots breaking through the yellow mud: "Shang... Bai."

The doctor was still holding a thick needle that was dripping with blood, and after a moment of panic, he finally heard the name he had whimpered intermittently in his sleep these days...

It turned out that it was Shang Bai.

He didn't know who Shang Bai was, but he knew that this person must be very important to this weak Omega.

"he's not here."

"If you leave, the glands in your body will never wake up..."

Shi Muran put down his hand slumping to the floor, and the light in his pupils was completely extinguished.

he's not here.But here I am.

It was so painful, so frightening, he even forgot that he was here to wake up the original gland, to bet on the 100% fit.

At that moment, the young master's five senses returned, and his consciousness began to wake up. In the end, he lay on his back on the floor, no longer hiding or running away.

He remembered that he wanted to find a high-quality gland that was highly compatible with Alpha.

The glare of the light shone on his skinny face, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and a smile appeared on his mouth.

The doctor helped him up, and he sat numbly on the bed, and found that he could no longer maintain a normal sitting position, every joint in his bones was screaming with pain crazily, he could only shrink back subconsciously.

then……

Then he watched the long and thick needle tube shining with a cold light, stabbing into his veins and piercing his flesh and blood.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

But he didn't struggle.

Him, give up struggling.