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The person sitting on the hospital bed looked very young, Miao An glanced at the label at the end of the bed, the bed number was No. 4, and the age was 30 years old.

He has reached the age of thirty, but this number 4 looks like a student. He looks clean, with soft hair and thin bangs hanging obediently on his forehead. His expression is also very gentle. See When Miao An came in, he smiled slightly.

Zhou Xiaoke sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed, and nodded his head as a greeting. He looked very tired and looked like he couldn't cheer up.

"Where to put it to eat?" Miao An raised the packing box in his hand.

"Put it on that table. We'll all eat there. Have you eaten? Or should we eat together?" Zhou Xiaoke stood up and glanced at the screen, then took off the instrument clamped on finger 4. Miao'an recognized this , is here to observe the pheromone fluctuations, he has to clip it every time he comes, and then enjoy his pheromone signals rolling up and down with Zhou Xiaoke.

However, this person's pheromone is very stable and beats very regularly, just like the electrocardiogram of a normal person.

Ah, I am a normal person...but who would go to the hospital to have their glands cut?

"I've already eaten. I just finished the meeting. I was starving to death, so I ate it directly at the store, and I want to drink the curry beef soup that you are not allowed to buy."

Miao An put the packing box on the table while talking, and then took it out one by one. He suddenly felt that he was so hardworking. Jiang Huan used to serve him food and drink. Jiang Huan would often bring him a bag with It was full of packaged food, sometimes Miao An wanted to eat right away, Jiang Huan would take out the boxes one by one, arrange them, and then ask Miao An to eat, he would never let Miao An do it.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Miao." Zhou Xiaoke put the thread away, then walked to the table with No. 4 and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks and handed them to No. 4, "Come and try this fried rice and small wontons. This is the best restaurant around our hospital."

Number 4 smiled, took the chopsticks and started eating.

"Would you like to dip it in some vinegar? It will taste better when dipped in some vinegar." Zhou Xiaoke turned out the small box of seasonings and placed it in front of No. 4, "Do you eat this fried rice in your hometown? There should be some."

"Yes, but we don't eat it very much every day." No. 4 took a dip in the pan fried and took another bite. "It's delicious, so fresh."

Zhou Xiao laughed, he said this was the second best pan fried he had ever eaten.

"The most delicious thing is this Mr. Miao's—a friend made it." Zhou Xiaoke pointed to Miao'an, "The things made by his friend are super delicious, not ordinary delicious, but super."

"Really? I'm really curious about what it smells like."

No. 4 smiled lightly, which really complied with the saying that people are as light as chrysanthemums, unlike Miao An, who loves to laugh, but looks like an old fox.

Miao An looked at No. 4, and it was hard to imagine that this calm-looking person would come to "voluntarily donate" his glands.

"Maybe there is a chance to eat it, and he will come to the hospital occasionally." Zhou Xiaoke looked up at Miao An when he said this, "Jiang Huan actually came to the hospital a few days ago, I thought you knew , but I called you today, and from the tone of your voice, you probably don’t know.”

"Oh, how is he doing?"

Of course Miao An didn't know that since he and Jiang Huan started to maintain a special relationship, they always came to the hospital together. Miao An said that doing so would be good for both of them, and that it would be convenient for Zhou Xiaoke Adjust the treatment plan accordingly.

He thought Jiang Huan was convinced.

"Jiang Huan is fine, the pheromone is quite stable, if he can keep it like this, maybe he won't need to put on barrier stickers anymore." Zhou Xiaoke said while eating, "His kind of pheromone secretion is too strong, as long as Just keep it under control, unlike you..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xiaoke suddenly stopped his chopsticks, and he turned his head to look at No. 4 who was eating wontons.

"Mr. Miao is the one I told you about." Zhou Xiaoke said, "Your pheromone smells almost the same."

"Can you smell it? You're a beta."

Miao An made himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He looked at No. 4, but No. 4 didn't look at him. No. 4 kept his head down and concentrated on eating.

"Now that the equipment is very advanced, I can't smell it, but the data will not lie. The similarity of your pheromone taste has reached more than 99%. What kind of concept is this? It means that you smell exactly the same."

When Zhou Xiaoke said this, he got up and took a report and handed it to Miao An. He asked Miao An to take a look, and it was written clearly.

"So?" Miao An turned directly to the last page of the report, and "99%" was clearly written below, which indicated that the man in front of him was an alpha with the same pheromone taste as himself.

"So my glands can be transplanted to you."

No. 4 wiped it with a tissue and said with a smile, "There will be almost no rejection."

When No. 4 said this, the tone seemed to be explaining the weather tomorrow, very gentle and everyday, Miao An's doubts became more and more serious, he really couldn't think of why such an alpha would cut off his glands.

Is it for money?

"Your glands are transplanted to me, what about you?" Miao An asked.

"I don't need glands." Number 4 said calmly, "It can just be reserved for those who need it."

"I also--"

"Miao'an! I want to go to the toilet, let's go together and throw away the trash by the way."

Just as Miao An was about to say his refusal, Zhou Xiaoke interrupted him. He winked at Miao An and asked Miao An to go with him.

Number 4 stared at them, then lowered his head again, and continued eating wontons slowly.

Miao An followed Zhou Xiaoke out, Zhou Xiaoke naturally didn't go to the toilet, he and Miao An went to the courtyard of the hospital, Zhou Xiaoke found a chair and sat down.

He bent his waist and hung his head without saying a word.

Miao An had never seen him like this, so he was still a little worried. He asked Zhou Xiaoke what was wrong, and whether there was something wrong with the No. 4 bed.

"Why doesn't he need glands?" Miao'an took out a cigarette case from his pocket and shook out a cigarette, "Doesn't he want to be an alpha? Want to be a beta? Can a beta be made by cutting out the glands?"

"No..." Zhou Xiaoke shook his head, "He wants to be an omega."

"Ok?"

"He wants to be an omega, so removing the glands is only the first step." Zhou Xiaoke raised his head and sighed, "But he has no money to pay for the surgery. After all, he has had several surgeries, big and small, and he wants to find a suitable omega." Glands need money too, so he wants to sell his glands..."