I Married A Proud, Beautiful Omega First, Then Fell In Love - Chapter 16: The Hug – "If You Won’t Go, You Won’t Go; I Won't Care Even If You Die."

“Good question. What he signed up for is the medical activity you are about to participate in—Post-War Trauma Treatment,” Qin answered faintly.

Douglas: “…”

Douglas opened his mouth, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, but he said nothing.

The medical department examinations drew to a close. A “dudu” electronic tone signaled the end of the test; the candidates stood up, gathered their belongings, and departed.

Douglas stared at the bottom right corner of the light screen. That person’s movements as he organized his things were very slow and meticulous. When most of the other screens were already empty of people, he still had not left.

Perhaps sensing something, Elan looked up toward the direction of the monitor. Douglas couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he felt that this glance lasted a long time, as if the man were looking at something intentionally.

Douglas felt a bit dazed. Knowing full well the other party couldn’t possibly see him, he nonetheless shifted his gaze away awkwardly. To hide his unnatural behavior, like a thief with a guilty conscience, he cleared his throat and pointed at the screen:

“Has the scar on his forehead disappeared?”

That scar was only as big as a mosquito’s leg and was hidden under his bangs. By the time Qin looked over, Elan had already withdrawn his gaze and turned to leave; there was no way for him to see it.

Qin simply estimated and said, “I gave him the medicine five days ago. If he followed the doctor’s orders, the scar should be gone by now.”

Douglas asked again, “He didn’t ask anything else? For example, why you would send him medicine? The two of you aren’t that close, right? Does he lack even that much vigilance?”

Qin gave him a speechless look. “He didn’t ask. After all, I am his primary physician and a formal researcher at the Institute. If anything went wrong, I could be found within ten minutes. There’s no need for me to harm him.”

Douglas gave an “oh” in response.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. After Qin granted access, a short-haired female Beta in a white suit entered. She held a stack of paper examination papers in her arms. After nodding to Douglas, she placed the items on the console in front of Qin.

“Dr. Qin, these are the candidates’ answer sheets.”

Douglas suddenly realized something and laughed wantonly. “You insisted on an all-paper exam, and now you’re reaping what you sowed. You have to grade them now? Let me see how many there are.”

He walked over to flip through the papers. Since the papers weren’t numbered, Douglas, with his blunt nerves, couldn’t tell exactly how many there were. So, he grabbed the stack, gave it a squeeze, threw it back, and tossed out a random number: “About two hundred and fifty copies?”

Qin looked unpleasantly at the console Douglas had messed up. “Wrong. It’s three hundred and thirty-seven.”

Douglas shrugged. “I’m not going to help you grade them.”

Qin let out a cold, chilling chuckle. “I never planned to count on you anyway.”

As if resigned to his fate, he left Douglas aside and picked up a pen to begin grading. He had always been a traditionalist; he was quite skilled with a pen, and his grading speed was very fast.

However, halfway through, he finally couldn’t take it anymore. Gritting his teeth, he said, “You’re very bored, aren’t you?”

Douglas innocently retracted his thoughts—which appeared to be on Qin but had actually been wandering in outer space long ago—and lamented, “I am quite bored.”

A weirdly “kind” smile curled at the corner of Qin’s mouth as he tossed the graded papers to him. “Take these and play.”

Douglas: “…”

He flipped through the papers from beginning to end and found not a single recognizable name. Mr. Douglas, treated like a child, urged like a brat, “Grade faster. My time is precious; it can’t be wasted waiting for you to give me treatment.”

Qin had no choice but to speed up his grading.

An hour later, he made the final stroke of red ink and, with a dark expression, forcefully wrote the number “23” in the score column. He then threw all the papers to the Artificial Intelligence.

The AI rapidly scanned the scores, and the data was transmitted to the central control hub for statistical analysis and ranking.

Dense rows of white code scrolled across the pale gold light screen. As Douglas watched, a sense of tension arose from nowhere, as if he were the one waiting for exam results.

He rubbed his arm, feeling that he had been a bit strange lately. Perhaps he should do a full psychological check-up later?

The data finally stopped scrolling. Qin glanced at it and said in surprise, “The first place is Mr. Elan.”

Looking at the name at the top of the screen, Douglas sneered, “What’s there to be surprised about? He’s an elite raised with the resources of an entire family. It would be strange if he didn’t get first.”

“Alright, stop looking. Hurry up and give me the treatment; I have things to do later.” Douglas turned around mercilessly, his attitude so decisive that Qin felt he was doing it on purpose.

Douglas soaked naked in the medical treatment machine. The thick blue liquid barely covered his pectoral muscles. Contact chips were embedded at the base of his slightly messy short brown hair, connected by black brainwave transmission lines to Qin’s terminal.

Earlier, Qin had been questioning him about his physical condition. Douglas thought for a moment and replied, “It’s fine.”

Qin’s expression didn’t change. Just as Douglas thought Qin had accepted this answer—and while Douglas was soaking in the machine, unable to move or resist—Qin pressed his head down and installed several more contact chips into his hair.

He clearly didn’t trust him.

The ship of friendship was about to capsize into the sea.

But Qin’s actions were clearly wise. Looking at Douglas’s physical data compiled on the terminal, he sneered, “You only sleep 2 hours a day, and you call this ‘fine’?”

“If you weren’t an Alpha, you would have dropped dead long ago.”

Douglas actually took this as a compliment, saying proudly, “Envious? If you want to be an Alpha, it’s not impossible. Hasn’t there been a very popular gene modification project in the last two years?”

Qin pushed his glasses, a strange look flashing in his eyes behind the lenses. “That is aimed at unborn embryos, and the cost is enormous. Even if Planet SK had that technology back then, my mother’s economic situation certainly couldn’t have afforded it.”

“Besides, being a Beta is fine. I don’t have to be controlled by pheromones, and I won’t be unexpectedly interrupted while conducting research.” He seemed to feel his tone was a bit strange, so he added that last sentence.

Douglas had been joking, but now his heart sank. He opened his mouth, but in the end, could only say, “I’m sorry. I made you think of her.”

Qin continued to operate the terminal as if nothing had happened. “It’s fine. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten.”

Douglas silently closed his eyes, his body sliding downward as the blue liquid submerged his tightly closed lips.

Two hours later, Qin handed the now-dressed Douglas something like a greeting card.

Douglas held the simply yet elegantly designed piece of paper between two fingers, puzzled. “What is this? Wishing me a happy birthday? You know I don’t remember which day my birthday is, so I never celebrate it.”

Qin put away the other “cards.” “This is your partner’s admission notice. I’ll take the others to Bohill so he can deliver them to the students.”

“Why give it to me?” Douglas twirled Elan’s admission notice in his hand with considerable disdain, then tossed it back onto the table.

Qin’s gaze swept over the admission notice that had fallen on the table like a discarded leaf. He said calmly, “Because the address he filled in is your house.”

Douglas: “…”

What did he mean “his house”? That place had almost become Elan’s personal nest.

Qin stuffed the admission notice back to Douglas. Unable to refuse, Douglas could only tuck it into the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

After Douglas left, Qin opened his terminal and sent a file to Elan.

Qin: Mr. Elan, this is Doug’s physical data.

Qin: After analysis, his sexual function is completely normal; the “incapable” situation does not exist.

Elan: Thank you.

Elan: As a reward, I will introduce you to Professor Kazir.

Qin: [Pleasant cooperation] [Handshake]

Douglas piloted the starship to Villa Area No. 003.

The last time he sent Elan back, he had only dropped him off from a distance and left immediately, so they hadn’t had close contact again. Returning here now, Douglas felt a sense of dread.

What happened here that night had left a deep shadow on Douglas. Now, just looking at this house made him feel bursts of cold wind, making even his gland feel numb.

The biological imprint security system automatically scanned his eyes, and then opened calmly and naturally. Douglas’s footsteps hesitated for a moment before he stepped in with high vigilance.

He expected to run into Elan, but to his surprise, Douglas wandered through the living room several times with his heart in his throat and found no one. The smell of red wine in the air was very faint, and his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

Had he run away from home?

Douglas asked his AI for a structural diagram of the villa. He began his search using this “map,” circling the upstairs again, but there was still no trace. For a moment, he felt the villa was empty and lacked the presence of a person.

With no sign of Elan, Douglas felt a sense of relief. He sat down on the sofa quite relaxed and pulled the card-like admission notice from his pocket, tossing it onto the table.

Wait, there was one more place he hadn’t checked.

Douglas slapped his forehead and followed the diagram to the balcony. It was a very cramped space—so small that Douglas doubted if the designer had just randomly labeled a leftover corner as a “balcony” for convenience after placing all the living areas.

Clang— Douglas pressed the button, and the balcony door slid open automatically. His eyes widened, a curse exploded from his mouth, and he immediately rushed in.

“Where is the AI? Is it a ‘Mental Retardation’ AI? Is it muted now? Call the rescue ship!!”

He effortlessly scooped up the blonde Omega who had collapsed on the floor. He shouted with a panicked expression, his hurried footsteps just exiting the balcony when he was startled into a halt by the movement of the person in his arms.

Seeing Elan’s slowly opening eyes, Douglas said almost immediately, “The AI is broken and can’t call a rescue ship. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Elan’s eyes were misty with the moisture of just waking up. Hearing this, he reacted for a moment, then pursed his lips. “I’m fine. Put me down.”

Douglas didn’t let go; instead, he held him tighter. He was so angry his voice could have lifted the roof. “You’re fine but you fainted on the balcony? Elan Reimann, do I look like an idiot to you?”

Elan’s eardrums felt like they were going to burst. He annoyedly tugged at Douglas’s collar, his tone unfriendly: “I said I’m fine. What are you blindly worrying about? I just fell asleep.”

His tone sounded like he was complaining about Douglas making a fuss over nothing. Douglas’s teeth were nearly crushed from grinding. He cursed the “heartless thing” under his breath and sneered, tossing the man onto the sofa.

“If you won’t go, you won’t go; I won’t care even if you die.”