Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

"Hi doctor, is there anything he needs to pay attention to after he is discharged from the hospital?" Song Mi was still very worried when he was going through the discharge procedures for Yan Qinghe, and took a stack of inspection reports and pointed at the up and down arrows next to the indicators one by one ask.

"Are you his husband?" The doctor smiled friendly, and took a pen to briefly mark and outline on the report, "From the examination results of the pheromone system, the reason for Mr. Yan's pheromone degradation is that the glands The violent impact caused damage. His current hormone level is still not very optimistic, but he is basically out of danger. The rest is to take medicine and recuperate in time. During this period, he will most likely develop various physiological disorders. Omega-like estrus will occur."

"Are there any side effects from the medicine?"

"Every person's physical fitness is different. Generally speaking, patients may experience lethargy and loss of appetite during the medication period. Patients with weaker digestive systems may experience symptoms such as nausea and vomiting. They need to maintain good rest and light meals. diet."

"Then his legs..."

"What we have to do now is to come to the hospital regularly for reexamination, change the dressing, and participate in regular rehabilitation after the leg wound is completely healed. It is very likely that Mr. Yan's legs will return to normal. At least there should be no problem with taking care of himself. But if it is a strenuous sport such as basketball or football, it may not be so optimistic."

Song Mi thought of Yan Qinghe's No. 9 jersey, and opened her mouth only to realize that her voice was hoarse: "...I see, thank you doctor, is there anything else that needs attention?"

The other party paused for a moment, and said very tactfully: "Under normal circumstances, after being hit by the death of a relative, patients who have just been transferred from the ICU will have greater emotional ups and downs. I hope you can pay attention to Mr. Yan's mental health in time. Mr. Yan's hormones It is difficult to restore the level to the previous level, and the hope of giving birth to offspring is also..."

The doctor said nothing further, as if he felt that this was too cruel for the newlyweds.

"As long as he is safe and sound." Song Mi just lowered her head and wrote down the precautions one by one.

"President Song?" the assistant called cautiously.

Song Mi nodded, retracted her roaming thoughts without leaving a trace, and glanced at the plan on the screen: "That's it."

He finalized the plan in threes and fives, and contrary to his usual habits, he walked out of the meeting room first, leaving only his subordinates sitting in the meeting room and looking at each other.

"Is this... settled?"

"It should be, Mr. Song walked so fast today."

Those discussions were left far behind by Song Mi. He stood at the door of the elevator and waited for a while. Seeing that the elevator was late, he simply turned into the stairs of the safe passage. When he got to the office, he opened the door and saw the doctor was Give Yan Qinghe an injection.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Ordinary people turn their heads when giving intravenous injections. Few people, like Yan Qinghe, stare intently at the doctor as he pushes the needle tip into the back of his hand.

Song Mi just stood aside and watched, and felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand.

With her long hair hanging down, Song Mi couldn't see Yan Qinghe's eyes clearly, without the interference of those eyes, the smile on the corner of Yan Qinghe's mouth looked strange and cold.Song Mi suddenly understood one thing: to Yan Qinghe, a smile is just an expression and has nothing to do with emotions.

The doctor didn't tie a rubber band on Yan Qinghe, because he was too thin, and the veins on the back of his hands were already very obvious.The doctor finished the needle quickly, and left with the medical equipment tray.Song Mi stood silently at the door and watched from a distance——Yan Qinghe kept staring at the back of his hand without moving. After a while, he raised his head and saw Song Mi standing at the door, his face returned to the usual smile.

He turned his body sideways and tucked his too long bangs behind his ears: "What's wrong? Look at me with this expression."

Song Mi walked in and squatted down, carefully pressing back the medical tape that fixed the needle on the back of his hand, and said nothing, "Does it hurt? Doctor... It's time to go, what should I do when I pull out the needle?"

Yan Qinghe shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, I have pulled it out many times myself."

Song Mi looked at the blackness under his eyes, remembered the precautions the doctor ordered, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to sleep for a while? I have a bed in the company's lounge."

Yan Qinghe refused very tactfully: "I'm not too sleepy, thank you."

Song Mi felt uncomfortable, turned his head and looked out the window, and said after a while: "Good sleep can enhance resistance, speed up the recovery process, and relieve depression..."

"You can rest on my sofa, I'll read the documents next to you, you can see me when you open your eyes..."

"Pillows and blankets were freshly laundered."

"If you don't mind you can use my blindfold first, I've arranged for an assistant to get new bedding."

"Of course, if you don't want to rest in my office, I can also take you home."

"You got up early today, so take a break."

The instructor once commented that Song Mi was too silent, and Yan Qinghe felt that there might be some misunderstanding.

Seeing that Song Mi might give an impromptu speech on "how to persuade Yan Qinghe to sleep", Yan Qinghe took the blindfold calmly: "I'll just take a nap on the sofa for a while."

The black silk blindfold was extremely soft. Yan Qinghe put it on his head and smelled the faint incense. He called Song Mi's name softly and did not pull down the blindfold again.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Song Mi became nervous again for a moment.

"None." Yan Qinghe grabbed his hem, "I just wanted to call you by your name."

Song Mi's hand paused in the air for a while, as if he couldn't find a place to put it, he pulled out the hem of the clothes from Yan Qinghe's hand while avoiding his eyes, turned and left without saying a word.

He moved so neatly that he didn't even look back.

Yan Qinghe stared at his empty palm with a gloomy expression. The other hand with needles was slowly clenched into a fist, and the medical tape that had been pressed down just now was raised again.

The smell of Song Mi's pheromone was very cold, and the bitter fragrance engulfed the air and penetrated deep into his body. His body was warmed by the blanket, but his heart sank slowly. Feeling it, Yan Qinghe bent over and covered his mouth.

Song Mi made up her mind to sit on the sofa and accompany Yan Qinghe while working. He took the documents and stood at the door, but dared not go in.

His heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, he was always embarrassed when facing Yan Qinghe, and it was difficult to pretend to be calm even though he racked his brains.

After taking a few deep breaths, he felt that his heartbeat finally calmed down a bit, but the scene that greeted him after pushing the door disrupted his heartbeat again - Yan Qinghe was curled up on the sofa at this time, his face pale.

He rushed in and knelt anxiously in front of Yan Qinghe: "What's wrong with you? I'll call the doctor!"

Song Mi held Yan Qinghe with one hand, he used a lot of strength, Yan Qinghe moved twice, but still couldn't push him away, and finally had to vomit on him.

Blindfolds, clothes for the two, sofas, documents, none were spared.

Song Mi froze for a moment, but did not let go. He adjusted his posture slightly so that Yan Qinghe could lie in his arms more comfortably.

After throwing up for a while, Yan Qinghe closed his eyes, lay on Song Mi's shoulder and panted weakly, feeling the burning of the esophagus, the nauseating feeling began to surge again, he covered his abdomen, and began to vomit again.

After vomiting, he felt a sense of exhaustion. It took a while for his eyes to focus. He moved his hands, but found that he was being held down with fingers crossed.

It was Song Mi, with his other hand firmly protecting the place where Yan Qinghe got the needle.

Yan Qinghe stopped his gaze at the place where the two of them clasped their palms, panting slightly, and only after his breathing stabilized, he asked in a very soft voice: "Why don't you hide?"

Song Mi was stunned, he lowered his head and looked at the medical tape on the back of Yan Qinghe's hand in a daze.They are not very good quality and always have a curled edge.But if the stickiness is too strong, will it hurt Yan Qinghe?

He thought wildly, but there was no result, he just pressed the tape back in silence.

That moment came very suddenly, Song Mi didn't think much, he only had one thought in his mind: If Yan Qinghe's needle point pierced a blood vessel while struggling, he would have to ask the doctor to get the needle again.

Song Mi didn't want to do this.

Yan Qinghe's eyes were red, but his complexion was too pale, and his sweaty temple hair stuck to his face. He didn't ask any more questions, but said a little tiredly, "I want to change clothes."

Song Mi squatted down and looked directly into the other party's wet eyes, and said in a coaxing tone, "But you are still in the infusion, and your hands are not convenient. I will take you to take a bath later, okay?"

"Not good." Yan Qinghe frowned, "Help me take it off."

"But you don't like people touching you." Song Mi unconsciously expressed her thoughts in a daze.As soon as the words were finished, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Song Mi almost wanted to run away, but was grabbed by the corner of her clothes again, this time Yan Qinghe held her tightly.

"You are not someone else."

This sentence kept replaying in his mind, and Song Mi still didn't recover when she wiped her hands with a disinfectant wipe.He tried several times before he finally undid the first button of Yan Qinghe's collar.

He carefully pulled up the large patient gown, trying to avoid touching the other party's bare chest, lowered his head and gently raised the edge of the cuff with scissors.

"Song Mi, itchy." Yan Qinghe wrapped himself in a thin blanket and called him softly.

Song Mi silently accelerated the speed in her hands, her ears were so red that she was about to bleed.