Camouflage Alpha

Shen Yaochuan's eyes were tightly closed.

The sudden awakening three days ago seemed to be a flash in the pan, and after that, he fell into a coma again.

In the past few days, no matter how the medical staff checked him or tried to call him softly, he didn't give any response.

Even the best doctor at St. Langning's Hospital, the old doctor Cranch, who was born in the Imperial Military Medical College, was sent to the Star Alliance Medical University to study for a doctorate, and later worked in the top Imperial Military First Hospital for 20 years, Can't do anything about it either.

Shen Yaochuan's vital signs are stable, considering that apart from the influence of mutants on his body, his physiological indicators as a "human" tend to be normal.

The only possibility is that people themselves do not want to wake up.

Fortunately, President Xiao Song didn't embarrass them too much.

After hearing that Shen Yaochuan had woken up, Mr. Song personally visited the hospital once, and asked Dr. Cranky a few words, but there seemed to be other matters, so he left in a hurry after not staying for long.

Shen Yaochuan himself is actually conscious.

He was really just sleeping, but it was because he was mentally exhausted.

Although in this era, medicine and technology have been very developed, even cancers such as malignant tumors in the ancient earth era are now only minor diseases that can be cured with money.

However, spiritual research has not achieved a clear breakthrough.

The human brain remains a great mystery.

Shen Yaochuan was very tired, he seemed to have sunk into darkness, but it was not completely darkness.

It seems that there is another universe, and he is in the galaxy.

He seemed to know everything and see everything, but he couldn't perceive it accurately.

For a moment, he seemed to know every little thing in this universe, but these "justs" were like empty air, slipping through his fingers, unable to grasp anything.

It made him very mentally weak.

But the tip of his nose suddenly smelled a scent of cold water.

Very cold, but familiar.

He opened his eyes from fatigue, and a black figure was reflected in the light gray pupils.

It was Xiang Shaoyang.

Out of the most primitive reaction of the body, Shen Yaochuan smiled at him.

His voice was still weak, and his sense of powerlessness hadn't improved, but he still said: "You're here."

It was a voice I hadn't heard for a long time, and Xiang Shaoyang's heart moved: "I'm here."

"I seem to be going to sleep again, very sleepy." Shen Yaochuan raised his hand as he spoke, pointing his fingertips in the direction of Xiang Shaoyang, as if he wanted to touch something.

Xiang Shaoyang noticed his small movements and got closer.

Shen Yaochuan's dry and cold fingertips grabbed the sleeve of his left hand, then slipped down, and gently pinched Xiang Shaoyang's fingers.

His strength was so small that it was almost slight, and he gently tugged Xiang Shaoyang's hand.

Xiang Shaoyang handed him his left hand obediently.

Shen Yaochuan's gaze fell on his hand, new flesh grew on the fingertips, but it was not plump, and still a little soft.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It doesn't hurt," Xiang Shaoyang said, "I don't feel anything, I forgot about it."

Shen Yaochuan's fingers climbed up and lifted the edge of his sleeve.

There was a flat horizontal scar on Xiang Shaoyang's wrist, and there were some pinhole marks of sutures.

This time Shen Yaochuan didn't ask him, he stared at the scar for a while, then moved his hand under Xiang Shaoyang's palm, as if holding his hand.

Although he had little strength, his hand was steady.

But the hand he was holding was trembling slightly.

After a long time, Shen Yaochuan sighed regretfully.

"There are neurotoxins in the teeth of some mutants, which will have a lifelong effect. At that time, you should reject me." He said slowly.

Weakness made it very difficult for him to pronounce. He almost pulled up all the strength in his body to finish the sentence, and then lowered his hand as if he lost his strength.

Xiang Shaoyang withdrew his hand naturally: "Dr. Shen is a professional. Without your instructions, I can't judge the situation well, do you think so?"

Shen Yaochuan's smile was very light: "... throw the pot away."

Xiang Shaoyang raised his eyebrows: "How could it be, it was obviously Dr. Shen who first dumped the blame on me."

Shen Yaochuan's eyes moved to him, there were some inexplicable emotions written in those light-colored eyes, maybe it was the weakness that made him softer, not as indifferent as usual.

"You called me again..." This time he spoke with more difficulty, "Dr. Shen?"

Xiang Shaoyang gave an "hmm" with a rising tone, with a sense of doubt.

"You, you called me Yaochuan before." Shen Yaochuan said.

"Then which one do you want me to call you?" Xiang Shaoyang smiled, "Dr. Shen, or Yaochuan?"

Shen Yaochuan's pupils became dizzy, he closed his eyes slowly, and said in a soft voice, "It's all good..."

The tail sound is a bit slender and sticky, like a coquettish kitten.

But this coquettish kitten has fallen asleep again at the moment.

Xiang Shaoyang suddenly had an impulse in his heart.

He bent down and kissed Shen Yaochuan lightly on the corner of his mouth.

The touch on the lips is soft and cold.

He was so shocked by his actions that he even straightened his upper body and took two steps back.

Some stared at the hand held by Shen Yaochuan just now in disbelief.

A few days ago, this hand couldn't even touch the coffee cup that Deni handed over—the contact barrier that has become more and more serious recently made his body instinctively loathe any contact, even indirect contact is no longer possible .

This is after Wyden's psychotherapy.

A month ago, Xiang Shaoyang was even afraid of going out, refusing to breathe the same air as others.

But just now he handed Shen Yaochuan his hand naturally, and accepted the other party's touch naturally.

And kissed him.

It's as if this body accepts Shen Yaochuan unconditionally, it was so in the past, and it's even more so now.

The Omega lying on the hospital bed in front of him is a special case for him.

It is he who rejects everyone who wants to have contact with him.

A bright sun shines in from outside the window, warm and bright.

Xiang Shaoyang already had the answer in his mind.

Suddenly his terminal beeped.

The incoming call showed an unknown number.

Xiang Shaoyang glanced at Shen Yaochuan, and quickly walked out of the ward: "Who is it?"

There was a lazy voice on the other end of the phone, and it sounded a little bit of a beating: "You answered pretty quickly. I didn't expect Yaochuan to call you, and you really came to the door."

The voice was so familiar that Xiang Shaoyang recognized Song Zhicheng almost immediately.

His tone was a little bad: "Is there something wrong?"

"I can't chat with you if I have nothing to do? You S-level Alphas have this attitude towards Omega, no wonder you are single," Song Zhicheng's voice was very lazy, and there were some slight gasps from his throat during the period, as if he was having a massage or What, "I can earn 1 yuan in one minute, and if I spend my time on you, I will lose 80 yuan in one minute. Don't worry, I'm not here to gossip about you."

Xiang Shaoyang looked at the ward sharply: "You monitor him."

"I rescued him, snatched him from those anti-epidemic special forces, raised him well in my hospital, and found the best doctor to treat him. Without me, you can only see his The relic... not even the ashes are left, and your focus is on me monitoring him?" Song Zhicheng said.

These words were like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples in Xiang Shaoyang's exhausted memory.

They were locked in the church for a long time without electricity, water, or food—there was some food on the dining table, but it was all tainted with blood.

Xiang Shaoyang persisted for a long time, and finally the blood fed to Shen Yaochuan consumed the little bit of energy left in his body.

At the end he fell into a coma.

In the gap of this memory, he vaguely saw someone carrying himself on a stretcher.

He held Shen Yaochuan in his arms, and at that time he had only one thought, that he couldn't let go.

The memory is interrupted.

Then he woke up in the ward of the No. 1 civilian hospital in Miyada City, and soon colleagues from the Investigation Bureau came to visit him.

The investigation bureau's explanation is: he participated in an extremely dangerous secret operation and was injured in the operation.

Did not tell him any news related to Shen Yaochuan.

Thinking of this, Xiang Shaoyang rubbed his temples: "What do you want to say to me?"

Scattered applause came from the receiver: "Mr. Xiang Shaoyang, congratulations on finally grasping the point of our conversation."

Song Zhicheng said: "I need your help. Recently, I am looking for a particularly good doctor, especially one with comprehensive knowledge. Most of the experts' research on diseases is too simple. Although the level is good, it is not what I want... Someone recommended you to me, I heard that you worked as a doctor on the Noah ship?"

Xiang Shaoyang's eyes kept looking through the crack of the door, and fell on Shen Yaochuan: "What's wrong?"

"The patient is right in front of you. I hope you haven't left my hospital yet." Song Zhicheng bit the word "mine" hard, as if to show territorial rights.

Xiang Shaoyang frowned: "You mean Yaochuan?"

Song Zhicheng: "Tsk tsk tsk, don't call him that in front of me, I will be very jealous of you, maybe I will find someone to kill you after you are cured, and throw your body to the underground city, so that you will be exposed to radiation. Rotten in the air."

This rich second generation really has no serious words.

Xiang Shaoyang disdained to care about his "crazyness": "I will cure him."

"There is a doctor named Crankey Langdon waiting for you in the office on the third floor. He has Yaochuan's complete medical record, including the previous part. I hope you can find out what the person you think about day and night is. Don't be too scared afterwards," Song Zhicheng said: "If you need time, I can greet you at the Bureau of Investigation. As long as you can cure Yaochuan, I can agree to all your requests, including sleeping with him."

"You don't need to promise to sleep with him, he is not your thing." Xiang Shaoyang said bluntly.

"That's what I said, but if I'm not happy, I'll hire someone to kill you," Song Zhicheng said, his voice was nice and he spoke slowly, but there was a sense of tension hidden in it. It came out through the loudspeaker, "I am the only one worthy of Yaochuan."

The author has something to say:

To be honest, I've been doubting myself recently

I feel that my writing is really bad, the text seems to be different, it is ugly, the pressure is so great that it is difficult to type, I am forcing myself to at least write down every day

I originally wanted to find some sweet articles to read and adjust my mentality, but the more I read, the more I feel that I am a piece of rubbish. How can I write so ugly? I am really sorry for everyone who followed my article

I really envy those fairy wives with beautiful writing, I can only cry and then get up and continue to type

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