Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (9)

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Maybe every CEO in every world has a “good brother,” who is actually just a personal doctor and a tool for everything else.

 

Unfortunately, Wei Qing was exactly that kind of tool.

 

“Hello, Uncle,” Shui Que greeted politely.

 

Wei Qing was dressed in a suit, his hair neatly combed, looking impeccable. If it weren’t for the medical kit in his hand, anyone would think he had just come back from a high-society gathering.

 


”Song Shui Que? Right?” Wei Qing put down the medical kit, and Shui Que noticed he was wearing white gloves, spotless.

 

Do doctors all have a cleanliness obsession?

 


Shui Que was lost in thought.

 

Wei Qing teased, “I went to university with your brother, so it doesn’t make sense for you to call him ‘brother’ and me ‘uncle’, does it?”

 


”Did you teach him?” he then looked toward Song Qin.

 

Song Qin didn’t say anything. His expression was inscrutable, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

 


But it seemed he wasn’t too happy with Shui Que calling Wei Qing “brother.”

 

Tch, such a petty and boring old fossil.

 


Wei Qing muttered, but didn’t press the issue.

 

He had already reviewed the medical records and past health check-up notes when Song Shui Que was first brought back. He was just here to verify the situation.

 

Wei Qing took out a stethoscope, put the earpieces in, and motioned, “Lift your shirt a little.”

 

“Okay.”

 


Shui Que obediently started to lift the corner of his shirt. As his pale belly briefly showed, Song Qin immediately pressed down on his hand, furrowing his brows in suspicion, “Can’t you do it over the clothes?”

 

Wei Qing shrugged and pointed to the earpieces of his stethoscope, “The sound of fabric rubbing would be too loud and inaccurate. How about you try listening through the clothes, Mr. Song?”

 

Song Qin withdrew his hand.

 

This time, Wei Qing didn’t let Shui Que lift his shirt again. Instead, he held the stethoscope and slipped the chest piece under the hem of Shui Que’s clothes.

 

Although Shui Que had already become used to routine physical exams in the laboratory, the cold, vibrating chest piece pressing suddenly against his chest still made him shudder.

 

“Hmm? Don’t move, it’ll be over soon,” Wei Qing thought he was just not used to private doctor check-ups.

 

After his hand emerged from under Shui Que’s clothes, Wei Qing took off the stethoscope, noticing that Song Qin had a serious expression, and thought he might be issuing some kind of critical health notice.

 

“Your body seems fine,” he said, putting the stethoscope back in its place. He then flipped through Shui Que’s previous health check-up report. “All the indicators are generally normal. You might be a bit malnourished, so pay attention to your diet.”

 

“Alright, now we just need to check the glands,” Wei Qing asked. “Can I take some blood?”

 

Shui Que had undergone a check-up at a public hospital when he first returned, but it wasn’t very thorough, especially the gland examination.

 

Wei Qing, however, was not only the Song family’s private doctor, but also in charge of a biological medical research lab funded by Song Investments. The lab was equipped with the world’s most advanced medical technology, so he could take Shui Que’s blood sample and perform a much deeper analysis.

 

Shui Que involuntarily recalled the sterile, white lab and shuddered.

 

[Don’t worry, host. Your special ability only activates in specific apocalyptic world settings. In this world, the medical conditions can’t detect anything unusual.] System 77 comforted him gently.

 

Seeing Shui Que’s fearful expression, Song Qin awkwardly pulled him closer, covering his eyes with his hand. “Let the doctor be gentle; it’ll be over in the blink of an eye.”

 


If he couldn’t see, he wouldn’t be scared.

 


Song Qin’s solution was simple and direct.

 

Wei Qing glanced at them, looking confused.

 


What’s going on? Why is he being so gentle?

 


Is Song Shui Que really not his brother but his own illegitimate child?

 

The warm touch covered Shui Que’s eyelids, bringing a sense of calm, as though he were about to fall asleep.

 


Shui Que almost wanted to tell him that he could just close his eyes on his own because he’d done it like this every time before when having blood drawn.

 


Every time, it had always been like this.

 

But it felt especially different now that he was in this world.


 

Someone actually cared if he was scared of the needle…

 

His innocent, water-dwelling-like eyelids fluttered constantly, and his long eyelashes brushed gently against Song Qin’s palm.

 


Suddenly, Song Qin had a thought.

 

If… Shui Que were his child, he would be quite good.

 


After his repressed childhood, he had stopped hoping for a brother.

 

Instead, sometimes he thought, if he ever had a child in the future, he would never suppress them the way his parents did. He would gently guide them, be there for them, until they grew into an adult who might not be a genius but would be kind and upright.

 

Aside from age and blood relation, Shui Que actually met the ideal image Song Qin had for his future child.

 

Song Qin embraced him, feeling a twisted sense of relief that his parents had neither the time nor energy to raise another child. That way—

 

He could be Shui Que’s father, mother, brother, teacher, and even his friend.


Would Shui Que one day rely on him completely?

 

Song Qin’s eyes remained emotionless, but suddenly, his brows furrowed.


No.


Why would he have such a thought?

 

“Is it done?” Shui Que felt a sharp sting at the tip of his finger, as if an ant had bitten him.

 

It turned out it wasn’t drawing blood, just pricking his finger?

 

A small, round bead of blood oozed from the wound. It didn’t hurt, just a slight tingling itch.

 

Shui Que took the cotton ball that Wei Qing handed him and pressed it against the spot where the blood was seeping out. He nervously bit his lip.

 


Would they think he’s too delicate?

 


It was just a finger prick after all. He had thought they were going to draw a whole vial of blood, which was why he had been too afraid to look.

 

Wei Qing carefully packaged the blood sample in a sterile container and placed it in the compartment of his toolbox. He continued with the examination process. “Turn around, I need to check the glands.”

 

Shui Que obediently turned around and sat down. But now, he had to face Song Qin.


He couldn’t bring himself to stare at his face, so he lowered his head.

 

The man’s legs were encased in dark, patterned suit pants. Because of his movements and years of training, the fabric clung to his legs, outlining the contours of his muscles.

 

Wei Qing’s white-gloved hands gently brushed over the skin at the back of Shui Que’s neck, where the glands were located.


 

“Sorry.” Wei Qing took off his gloves. Without the barrier, his fingertip pressed directly onto the glands.

 

It was both itchy and numbing.

 


Shui Que trembled, biting his lip tightly.


The scent of pheromones in the air became heavier.

 

Wei Qing’s face grew serious. There was indeed a pheromone disorder, but he hadn’t expected the condition to be so severe. He could hardly detect any of the usual Alpha pheromone undertones, not even a hint of the typical oolong scent.

 

Song Qin also realized it. Though he had studied finance in college, he had once been interested in medicine, so he had some understanding of medical concepts.


”Would it help if he were given daily injections of medical-grade Alpha pheromones as a supplement?”

 

Medical-grade Alpha pheromones were industrially produced pheromone components used as supplements to help with conditions where the body couldn’t produce enough pheromones during puberty. Unfortunately, there were very few qualified production lines for this in the country, making it expensive and inaccessible for most families.

 

Wei Qing shook his head. “He’s already an adult; he missed the best period for treatment. If it had been used during his developmental years, his condition would have improved significantly. But now…”

 

It would almost have no effect.

 

“Industrial supplements won’t work,” Wei Qing mused, then proposed a bold treatment. “Perhaps we could try having him inhale high-quality Alpha pheromones.”

 


This referred to pheromones released by a person’s body, not industrially produced ones.

 

He mentioned that this idea had been proposed by a leading scholar in the field of pheromones abroad. However, it was still in phase two of trials. The published reports showed good results in the first phase, and the experimental data confirmed that it was a viable method.

 

Shui Que gloomily replied, “That won’t work. I’m allergic to Alpha pheromones. I feel awful after I smell them.”

 

Wei Qing smiled. “You’re an Alpha, so it’s normal to feel discomfort or even aggression when you smell Alpha pheromones. This just means things aren’t too bad.”

 

He continued explaining. “The principle is to create an environment with a high concentration of Alpha pheromones around you, which will stimulate the glands to process the information and naturally secrete more Alpha pheromones to counteract the effects. It’s similar to… fighting fire with fire?”

 

He explained it in simple terms.

 

Was it aggression? Shui Que thought that his symptoms of feeling weak all over today didn’t quite fit, but since he wasn’t a professional, he simply nodded without arguing.

 

“You want to try?” Wei Qing looked at Song Qin and said, “I took a pheromone suppressant before coming today.”

 

Song Qin nodded.

 

Since Wei Qing was also an Alpha, he worried that he might lose control upon smelling pheromones from another Alpha. He retrieved a pheromone-blocking mask from his toolbox and put it on, giving an “OK” gesture.

 

The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood mixed with sage, the pheromones of a young Alpha at their prime.

 


Powerful and oppressive, yet they didn’t seem aggressive. Instead, they wrapped around and enveloped the weaker Alpha in front of him.

 

Wait, no… it was causing an allergic reaction again…

 


The warmth inside his body surged, spreading to his delicate skin. Shui Que’s face flushed with a faint, almost imperceptible pink, and he instinctively bent his back slightly, curling in a way that made the line of his back, hidden beneath his school uniform, resemble a beautifully taut bow.

 

Song Qin gently held Shui Que, awkwardly at first, like he was hugging someone for the first time.

 

Neither of them noticed how ambiguous the scene was.

 

The frail Alpha was squeezed between the two powerful men, their pheromones helplessly entwined, struggling like trapped animals.

 


Shui Que clutched Song Qin’s suit tightly, the once smooth fabric now wrinkled in layers.

 

A dark stain spread over the chest of Song Qin’s suit.

 

It was so hot…

 


Shui Que let out a soft sob, feeling utterly helpless.

 

Song Qin’s pupils constricted, and he stopped releasing any more pheromones.


”Are you feeling that bad?”

 

Shui Que wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes due to the stimulation, nodding.


He couldn’t believe he was crying like this. Song Qin must think he was especially troublesome and delicate…

 

But Song Qin merely comforted him, gently patting his back.

 

Wei Qing furrowed his brows, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of unease.


Having been friends with Song Qin for many years, he naturally knew that Song Qin had been adopted from a collateral branch of his so-called mother’s family. On one hand, they weren’t blood relatives to Shui Que, but on the other hand, Shui Que was the direct descendant of the Song family patriarch. Even though Shui Que no longer posed any real threat to Song Qin’s position, they were still both adult Alphas.

 

Normally, the two brothers shouldn’t be so close, should they?

 

He couldn’t make sense of it. His mind automatically went into a state of self-hypnosis, and continuing to dig into it might involve the secrets of wealthy families.

 

So, he changed the subject. Wei Qing said, “There are very few cases of pheromone disorder in the country, and currently, only our lab is researching it. But do you guys know about pheromone addiction? It’s also a rare glandular disease.”

 

“Patients are usually Omega, showing an extreme craving for a specific pheromone. This can even affect the nervous system, causing them to lose control. If they don’t get the desired pheromone to soothe them, they might even harm themselves.”

 

“So, the treatment for pheromone addiction usually requires both clinical medicine and psychological intervention.”

 

“Initial treatment is quite expensive, and the demand is low. I think only the Qu family is working on it domestically, and they’ve only started researching it in the past couple of years.”

 

Shui Que caught the key term: “The Qu family?”

 

“Yes,” Wei Qing said, holding an instrument to monitor the pheromone components and density in the air, casually noting the readings. “The Qu family from Haicheng. If I’m not mistaken, the heir is also attending No. 1 High School.”

 

He continued, “I think they’re in the same year as you, Shui Que? Do you know them?”

 

Shui Que shook his head.


It might be related to Qu Jiuchao? But he couldn’t be sure.

 

Song Qin interrupted their conversation.


He asked Shui Que, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

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