This Alpha Is So Devoted to His Wife - Chapter 49

The white fluorescent lights outside the operating room shone brightly.

On the cold, long bench, the tall young man sat with his hands clasped between his thighs, his head bowed, his broad shoulders tight. He was murmuring something quietly, like a prayer.

Just then, the operating room doors opened, and a blonde nurse walked out in a rush.

Seeing this, Lu Xinghe stood up abruptly, forgetting where he had left off in his silent plea to the Bodhisattva. He quickly walked up to the nurse, his face filled with anxiety: “How is he? How is he doing?”

“The patient’s condition is critical, and he’s lost too much blood. The doctor is preparing a critical illness notice. Are his family members here? We must use an auto-transfusion technique immediately and urgently need to find matching blood. I need to ask, are you his Alpha? The one who has marked him?”

Lu Xinghe froze for a moment, then shook his head: “No, I am his Alpha, but we haven’t marked each other.”

…So he couldn’t sign the documents.

A boyfriend wasn’t useful now.

The blonde nurse hesitated for two seconds upon hearing this, but there wasn’t much time for delay, as the hospital had the right to proceed with surgery in an emergency: “Do you have the same blood type?”

Lu Xinghe nodded: “The same.”

“Good, then I’ll arrange for you to draw blood now.”

Lu Xinghe grabbed the nurse, suddenly thinking of something: “I want to ask, if the Alpha who marked him gave blood, would it be more effective?”

“Yes, because pheromones are integrated into the blood. The blood of an AO couple with high compatibility would have a better effect.”

Two minutes later—

Lu Xinghe walked out of the blood drawing room, distracted, and returned to the long bench in front of the operating room. He buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. He couldn’t afford to worry about irrelevant things now; marked or unmarked, they would never separate.

He had to pull himself together and wait for Duan Yu’luo to come out. His guy would definitely be very upset.

When he was out, he would have to be thoroughly consoled.

“Bennett.”

A few hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

Lu Xinghe looked up and saw his parents rushing over, followed by several bodyguards. Perhaps seeing his family, the young man—who was, after all, only twenty years old—could not help but feel guilt and agony in the face of such an incident.

His eyes welled up, and he called out sullenly: “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t protect Zai Zai well.”

Lu Qing sat down next to her son and gripped his hand anxiously: “That really scared me to death. How could something like this happen? Weren’t the bodyguards with you? How is Zai Zai now? His fathers are rushing over.”

Hearing his mother’s voice, Lu Xinghe couldn’t maintain his composure either. He forced himself to hold back his emotions, his eyes red: “I was useless.”

“How are you useless? It’s those people who are truly ungrateful. Zai Zai sacrificed so much to do this, applying for so many grants from the country, and they still do something so outrageous!” Lu Qing was naturally furious. She hugged her son’s head and, incidentally, glared at Clemens: “And you said coming back here would be better. The public safety is terrible!”

Clemens was helpless, but he could only endure his wife’s scolding for now. Noticing the needle mark on Lu Xinghe’s arm, he frowned: “Did you donate blood? What’s Zai Zai’s situation right now?”

“The nurse said he lost too much blood and is undergoing emergency rescue. But I’m not the Alpha who marked him, so my blood might have only an ordinary effect, and I’m not his family, so I couldn’t sign the critical illness notice.” Lu Xinghe wiped his face, his eyes turning red again and again. His chest felt so tight he couldn’t breathe. He stared at the operating room door with red eyes, feeling a sense of failure he had never experienced before: “I want to marry him.”

Clemens & Lu Qing: “…” Son, maybe now isn’t the time to be thinking about that.

Lu Xinghe lowered his head again, pressing his forehead into his clasped hands, silently praying a thousand times that his Zai Zai would be fine. If he just came out of this okay, he wouldn’t do anything else. He would just stay obediently by his side.

And also, this place was too dangerous. They would return to their home country as soon as he graduated.

Inside the operating room.

The chief surgeon stood at the operating table, calmly performing the thoracotomy.

The cold scalpel sliced through the fair skin of the chest, and blood directly splattered onto his cheek. The nurse quickly wiped the blood from the chief surgeon’s face, unconcerned that it had splashed onto herself.

The bleeding was heavy. The anesthesiologist began to give warnings, and the chief surgeon’s forehead started to sweat. He looked at the instruments, squinting slightly. It was difficult to pinpoint the source of the bleeding.

The anesthesiologist stated: “Hemopericardium is nearing 1000 milliliters. The situation is dangerous.”

The chief surgeon acknowledged this, then calmly instructed: “First, suction the accumulated blood.”

After the fluid was cleared, the instrument detected a laceration on the left side of the pericardium.

The chief surgeon looked at the monitoring equipment and diagnosed: “A 4 cm penetrating injury laceration on the left chest wall. Large-area hematoma found in the fatty tissue on the thoracic side of the left pericardium. Clear and stop the bleeding first.”

The surgery once again plunged into serious solemnity.

An hour later, the chief surgeon again inquired about the patient’s status from the anesthesiologist.

Hearing the anesthesiologist report favorable vital signs, the chief surgeon nodded: “Transfuse 200 milliliters of plasma.”

The anesthesiologist monitored the instruments: “No abnormalities.”

The chief surgeon: “Transfuse 2 units of packed red blood cells.”

But just then, the instrument emitted a sharp sound. Blood pressure showed a significant drop. The chief surgeon furrowed his brow, and a nurse nearby immediately said, “Dr. Zhang!”

The chief surgeon: “Inject metaraminol and dopamine.”

A moment later, the anesthesiologist stood up to observe and noticed pinpoint flushing on the pale waist and abdomen: “Highly suspected transfusion reaction! He has an allergic constitution!”

The atmosphere in the operating room plummeted.

“Stop the transfusion immediately! Replace the infusion set and administer compound sodium chloride injection.”

“Is the patient’s Alpha’s plasma ready?”

“It’s ready.”

“What is their pheromone blood concentration?”

“Very high, 120%.”

The chief surgeon showed a second of surprise, but quickly regained his composure: “Excellent.”

…

The person in a coma did not know what was happening to him, but he could sense that he must be dreaming.

In the dream, he repeatedly saw Lu Xinghe, seeing him standing below the stage, and seeing his red-rimmed eyes when he was injured—a look of shock, heartache, self-reproach, and agony. That expression kept replaying in his mind.

This was an unforeseen accident, not what he wanted, and certainly not what Lu Xinghe wanted.

But he saw Lu Xinghe cry. He could only imagine how scared, sad, and distressed Lu Xinghe must be right now.

This boyfriend, who was always obedient to him, never allowed him to suffer the slightest wrong. They rarely argued even over small misunderstandings. This love, which could not be described in a few words, was almost an ingrained loyalty and infatuation for one another.

They both knew they were sincere and passionate romantics, rational yet mutually supportive.

When he took over the task given to him by his family to lead this project, Lu Xinghe had hesitated, but still chose to support him. Just like before, they worked on this project for their CTB competition in high school. They had argued slightly about the danger, but which time did Lu Xinghe not accompany him when he entered the lab?

He clearly understood Lu Xinghe’s level of anxiety over him. Precisely because he knew it so well, he couldn’t imagine how scared Lu Xinghe was right now.

So no matter what, he had to go back.

He had to at least hug Lu Xinghe and tell him that he was fine, that it was not a big problem, and that he couldn’t let his Baobao be afraid.

…

—Stop spreading anxiety. You think you’re a hero who can save them, but in reality, you’ve harmed countless people and shattered countless families. You deserve to die.

—Only with your death can this plan stop! You deserve to die!

…

The sharp, stabbing pain of the cold knife in his heart was dense and agonizing. Everything was black before his eyes, as if he had returned to the moment the auditorium lights suddenly vanished. The ceaseless, unbearable curses denying and criticizing what he had done echoed in his ear.

Over and over, like a nightmare, he felt himself being violently pulled by some irresistible force, threatening to tear his body apart. There was no light source in his vision, and fear surged up from the depths of his heart like a tidal wave.

—It’s alright, Baobao, I’m here, it’s alright.

A gentle, familiar voice suddenly descended like a light in the darkness, gradually calming the surging fear and anxiety.

Yes, what was he afraid of? With Lu Xinghe here, he didn’t need to be afraid.

Beneath the operating lights, a surgical scar—grotesque and glaring—now adorned the fair skin of his chest.

Like a badge of honor.

Night fell, and the nearly five-hour surgery finally concluded.

The unconscious Duan Yu’luo was moved to the ICU for continued monitoring of his vital signs.

There were many bodyguards outside the Royal Hospital, positioned in almost every location. The accident today, unsurprisingly, made headlines on major foreign websites and even domestic news. Various conflicting statements immediately pushed the Secondary Differentiation Gene Defect Detection Plan into the eye of the storm.

Furthermore, some individuals went to great lengths to post Duan Yu’luo’s personal information on foreign websites and spun the joint Huaxia and Country D detection plan as a marriage alliance between the Galaxy Group and the Country D Royal Family. Lu Xinghe’s identity as the Duke of Country D’s son was also exposed online.

The internet was in an uproar due to this incident.

“Their objective is clear: to attack the Galaxy Group, and to use Zai Zai’s accident to try and stop this plan by threatening the Galaxy Group.”

Outside the ICU ward, Duan Yizhou and Luo Songran, who had rushed over overnight, looked through the glass window at their still-unconscious youngest son, and then glanced at Lu Xinghe, who was leaning nearby without speaking.

Duan Yizhou retracted his gaze and looked at Clemens, his expression grim: “These extremists are wantonly raising the banner of so-called freedom of speech, attempting to provoke our friendship, and even hurting my child because of it. Hackers are indiscriminately spreading Zai Zai’s information on foreign sites. I cannot tolerate this. The reason I haven’t let Zai Zai appear in public for years is precisely this concern. I trust your protection of Xinghe is for the same reason.”

Clemens stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious: “I know. Since this incident occurred in Country D, I will handle it. Rest assured.”

“Since this is our collaborative project, I’d like to know your mother’s stance. Will she personally step in to resolve this matter?” Duan Yizhou paused, then looked back into the ward.

He recalled how every medical revolution of the Galaxy Group had sparked a frenzy.

From the first-generation president’s development of the Inhibitor, its promotion, and eventual universal vaccination, which freed Alpha and Omega from the effects of heat and rut, reducing the impact of pheromones on the population.

Then came the second-generation president’s development of the BO-Guidance Agent, which significantly reduced the imbalance in the ABO population ratio, raised the social status of Beta individuals, and increased birth rates. This revolution even shook the absolute dominance of Alphas and, to some extent, achieved gender equality.

And then the subsequent sex-change Guidance Agent, which allowed for conversion between ABO genders, further dramatically increasing the population and even boosting the scarce number of Omegas, gradually balancing the population ratio.

Even the development of the BO-Guidance Agent to serve as a neutralizer when Secondary Differentiation Gene Defect patients had episodes—every revolution was full of enormous doubt and challenges.

Which generation had not weathered such storms?

He had never demanded that his child achieve any great feats, but he couldn’t stop the child’s own ambition. This little golden boy, protected since childhood, was still shining brightly in this field, carrying the excellent genes of his elders.

It was impossible to hide.

The more brilliant he was, the more dangerous it became.

This wave of controversy might not subside so quickly.

“I will go and speak to her.” Lu Xinghe spoke up. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Duan Yu’luo’s eldest father: “Uncle Duan, this is my home country. He was injured here, and he was injured because of this matter. Regardless of what happens, I must speak to my grandmother personally, and I hope she can give me a clear position. Moreover, he is the Omega I intend to love for a lifetime. I will not let him suffer any grievance.”

“I will not forgive the person who harmed him, no matter what.”

Under the fluorescent light, the tall young man with bloodshot eyes had lost his usual tenderness. His brows were tinged with coldness, a look they had never seen before, as if all softness had been instantly stripped away, leaving only sharp edges.

Lu Xinghe turned his head and stared at the unconscious Duan Yu’luo through the glass window, slowly hiding the love in his eyes: “I just can’t bear for him to suffer even a little bit. Not one bit.”

These words were spoken neither loudly nor softly, yet they revealed an almost explosive, restrained emotion.

He had never been willing to even speak harshly to Duan Yu’luo, not allowing himself to utter a single heavy word. This was his little rose, whom he had pampered and spoiled since childhood. He couldn’t stand to see him cry, let alone have him lying in there now.

His heart was aching to the point of madness.

At this moment, this tall figure seemed to be suppressing frantic emotions, waiting for an outlet.