After the Sickly Child Differentiates into A - Chapter 49
A drowsy, hesitant call echoed through the room.
No one was left to answer her.
The emaciated girl lay collapsed on the soft carpet, blood trickling from the corners of her lips and nostrils. The blood vessels beneath her skin had ruptured from the impact, surfacing like blue vines coiling around her slender neck.
The area at the nape of her neck, where a gland should have gradually formed, was now inexplicably seeping blood.
In the deep of night, the figure stained with blood silently, slowly sank into the dark mire.
“Xiao You? Is something wrong?”
Perhaps because there had been no response from the other end, Wen Xihe gradually roused from her drowsiness during the wait and noticed the time nearly five in the morning.
The little one had never called her at this hour before.
Only silence answered her.
Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, a wave of inexplicable panic washing over her, dispelling all sleepiness.
“Xiao You?”
“Xiao You!”
Clutching her phone, she got out of bed, hastily threw on a trench coat, and rushed out the door.
A red sports car sped down the empty road.
Wen Xihe, her face grim, repeatedly called out to the person on the other end of the line, but received no response not even the sound of breathing.
She could only console herself, thinking that perhaps the phone was too far away, or maybe it had been accidentally pressed or dialed while asleep.
But with each unanswered call, that panic gradually morphed into terror.
The heavy feeling of impending loss weighed on her heart, making her voice tremble as she called out.
The light-colored carpet was slowly stained with blood. Not far from the girl, the overturned phone, still glowing, had red seeping beneath it.
“Beep!”
The speeding car on the road suddenly braked, nearly scraping against the guardrail in the middle.
Wen Xihe slammed her hand against the steering wheel, her face dark as she restarted the car. She grabbed her phone and dialed Wen Jingzhi’s number.
Y Country, mountain ski resort, 8 p.m.
The door to the private hot spring room opened, and Wen Jingzhi stepped out wrapped in a bathrobe, her long hair still damp. Without waiting for Shen Yuan next door, she took the elevator up to the 7th floor and headed to her room.
For some reason, she had felt unsettled all day.
Even after venting her frustrations by skiing almost the entire day, the unease in her heart hadn’t faded in the slightest.
She had only soaked in the hot spring for a short while.
Swiping her key card to enter the room, she walked to the window and drew back the curtains, gazing out at the night with a cold, stern expression.
Her heartbeat felt erratic.
Turning to pour a glass of warm water, her hand inexplicably slipped as she set it on the coffee table. The cup fell, water spilling out and soaking the carpet.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Her phone, charging by the bed, vibrated, its ringtone shattering the silence.
She hurried over, but the lit screen didn’t show an incoming call interface. Instead, it displayed a pop-up notification, one she hadn’t seen in years but still made her heart clench.
The sense of unease rapidly swelled, twisting her emotions.
The ringtone lasted only three seconds before cutting off.
Wen Jingzhi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable panic, and picked up her phone.
The missed call screen jumped to the forefront, covering the series of red pop-up notifications.
Her gaze fell, and she saw that the caller was Wen Xihe. There were eleven missed calls in total.
Scrolling down, her cold eyes suddenly constricted, her heart aching with a dense, piercing pain.
Two hours earlier, at around 6 p.m. in Y Country, it was 4 a.m. back home.
While she had been leisurely dining and soaking in the hot spring.
The girl, alone at home, facing who knows what, in what state of mind, had called her twice, half an hour apart.
And she didn’t answer a single one.
Return to the country.
Without hesitation, she changed her clothes, grabbed the necessary documents, didn’t even pack any luggage, and headed straight to the garage. As she started the car, she dialed her assistant, who had already returned to the country the night before.
“Ms. Wen?” The assistant’s voice was groggy with sleep.
“Book me the earliest flight back to the country, departing within the next hour.”
It would take at least an hour to drive to the airport.
Without waiting for the assistant’s response, she hung up and called Wen Xihe.
The dial tone rang countless times, but no one answered.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her veins bulged.
Wen Xihe had no mind to answer the phone.
Carrying the blood-soaked girl, she ran into the emergency room of Military Zone One Hospital, her eyes red, looking as helpless as a child.
“Doctor! Doctor!!”
“Save my sister!”
The on-duty doctor rushed out, took one look, and his expression turned grim. “Carry her and follow me!”
Wen Xihe followed the doctor at a jog, her mind blank, completely empty.
It wasn’t until she was gently pushed aside and the door to the isolation room closed that she suddenly snapped back to reality. Trembling, she slowly crouched down, her back trembling.
She stretched out her palm, stained crimson with blood.
A few minutes later, Su Yue hurried over with three others. “Step aside!”
Wen Xihe stood up dazedly and moved aside, watching as the group rushed into the isolation room.
Su Yue put on an isolation suit and a blocker in the outer room before entering the inner room. She glanced at the bloodied figure on the hospital bed and asked sharply, “What’s the differentiation direction?”
“Alpha.”
Su Yue couldn’t hold back a curse. “Where’s Wen Jingzhi? Is Wen Jingzhi outside?”
“No, only the second young lady of the Wen family is here.”
“Damn it!”
“Vital signs?”
“Extremely unstable.”
“Tachycardia, internal bleeding, and abnormal activity in pheromones.”
“Step back! Release the pseudo-pheromone gas.” Su Yue led the team back to the outer room, staring through the glass wall at the vents above the hospital bed.
A mist-like pheromone sprayed from the vents, settling on the girl.
Su Yue stared intently at the figure. “Has she regained consciousness?”
“Data feedback!”
“Professor Su! It’s not working!”
“Her body’s data shows rejection!”
“She’s consciously resisting the pheromone gas!”
Su Yue gritted her teeth.
Was it really impossible without the real thing!?
This kid really knew how to throw them a tough problem!
“Professor Su, the pheromones in her body are being suppressed and can’t emerge!”
“The probability of differentiation failure is extremely high!”
After stopping the release of the pseudo-pheromone gas, Su Yue and her team members approached the hospital bed. They connected the girl to the instruments and quickly analyzed the data.
“If the gland can form, there’s still hope!”
“As long as we can temporarily suppress those pheromones!”
“Can other Omegas’ pheromones work?”
Su Yue shook her head. “We’ve tried all the pheromones from the Omegas in our team and the hospital, including mine. None of them worked.”
“If the compatibility isn’t at least 80%, it won’t help Lin Li’s situation.”
“80%!? A compatibility rate above 50% is already considered excellent!”
The person on the bed suddenly convulsed, blood continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth. Su Yue frowned and led the team out again. “There are too many people here, the scents are too mixed.”
“Head to the monitoring room.”
The group hurriedly opened the door and rushed to the monitoring room. Su Yue stayed behind, took off her blocker suit, closed the door, and walked over to Wen Xihe, who was hanging her head, lost in thought. She hesitated, unsure of what to say.
“Forget it, desperate times call for desperate measures!”
“Second Miss Wen.”
Wen Xihe seemed startled, trembling slightly as she looked up.
“Where is Third Miss Wen?”
Though puzzled, Wen Xihe still answered, “In Country Y.”
Of all times…
Su Yue bit her lip. “Can you get items that Third Miss frequently uses?”
“The more personal, the better. The stronger the scent, the better.”
Wen Xihe blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Can you get them?”
As if finally realizing something, Wen Xihe abruptly stood up. “Yes, I’ll go right now.”
This wasn’t the time for questioning!
She rushed to the hospital entrance, started the car, and called Aunt Li to ask for the temporary passcode, a familiar routine.
Just after hanging up, her phone rang again. The moment she saw the name on the screen, a wave of grievance washed over her.
“Why weren’t you answering your phone?”
That icy block! Why did he have to be absent at a time like this? Grandpa wasn’t here, her eldest brother wasn’t here, and now even she wasn’t here!
“Where’s Lin Li?” The voice on the other end was cold, with a hint of breathlessness from running.
“Hospital.” Wen Xihe stepped on the accelerator to overtake a car, her eyes welling up again as she stared ahead. “She’s presenting.”
“Jingzhi.” She took a deep breath. “She collapsed on the carpet, covered in blood.”
No one bleeds during presentation.
Over the years, she hadn’t been oblivious to Lin Li’s uniqueness, but she also understood that some things weren’t hers to know just because she wanted to.
So, if Grandpa and the others didn’t say anything, she didn’t ask.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared.
There was no response from the other end, only increasingly heavy breathing.
“Where are you?”
“At the airport.”
Having reached the residential area, Wen Xihe wiped the corner of her eye. “How long until boarding?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Don’t hang up!” Wen Xihe got out of the car and sprinted. “When did you last change your bedsheets?”
Wen Jingzhi stood at the boarding gate, catching her breath, and frowned at the question. “What?”
“Don’t ask! Just tell me!”
“Three days ago.”
“Tch!” Wen Xihe tossed the quilt aside, thought for a moment, grabbed the pillow, and opened the wardrobe door. “Which set of clothes did you wear before you left but didn’t wash?”
Wen Jingzhi sounded annoyed. “Wen Xihe.”
“Just tell me! Xiao You might need it!”
Her cold eyes flickered. “The black pajamas.”
“Come back as soon as possible.” Wen Xihe hung up, retrieved the pajamas, and clutching them along with the pillow, she started running again.
Presentation was a process almost equivalent to “rebirth” painful and dangerous.
It took 12 to 48 hours, and the longer it lasted, the higher the risk of failure, the human body had its limits for enduring pain.
External interference was impossible during presentation, and the person had to remain conscious. Falling asleep could easily lead to eternal slumber in agony.
Hospitals typically used pheromone calming, injecting isolation rooms with gentle Omega pheromones.
Whether presenting as an Alpha or an Omega, Omega pheromones were used Alpha pheromones repel each other and are too aggressive, far less effective for calming than Omega pheromones.
Wen Xihe had a rough idea why Su Yue wanted these items, but she didn’t quite understand why it had to be Wen Jingzhi’s.
Couldn’t the ones the hospital had on hand work?
What puzzled her the most was that someone who had clearly presented as an Omega five years ago was now presenting as an Alpha.
This was truly like something out of “Arabian Nights.”
From the emergence of secondary genders to the present day, there had never been a single documented case of a presentation changing direction.
“Will these do?”
Wen Xihe, panting, handed the items to Su Yue, but received no response Su Yue took them directly into the isolation room.
She sat down on a chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
“Hang in there, Xiao You.”
The pillow and pajamas were placed at the head of the bed. Su Yue lifted the girl’s left eyelid, frowned, and stepped out.
When she entered the monitoring room, a group of people was crowded around the screen. Hearing the door open, they turned and asked, “Professor Su, has she regained consciousness?”
“No.”
“Let’s wait.”
At times like this, there was nothing they could do.
Half an hour passed, and on the monitor, the “blood-covered figure” on the hospital bed remained motionless. If not for the data showing a heartbeat, they would have rushed in.
Another ten minutes went by, and Su Yue grew so anxious that she paced in circles around the room.
“She moved!!!”
She rushed to the monitor screen, where the girl slowly raised her hand, trembling, and hugged the pajamas and pillow beside her.
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