Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 46

By the time Shen Xian carried Lin Qinghan down the mountain, she was already on the verge of collapse. It was only with Han Rui’s help supporting Lin Qinghan that the three of them didn’t all collapse together.

Director Zhao quickly called over the bus driver to bring the vehicle closer.

Shen Xian and Han Rui helped Lin Qinghan onto the bus, carefully laying her down on the inner seat. Shen Xian slumped into the outer seat, her hands trembling slightly, yet she still held Lin Qinghan in her arms,

letting her rest against her chest despite the discomfort.

Director Zhao urged the driver to get going, and the bus slowly began its journey back toward the city.

Exhausted to the point of mental fog, Shen Xian rested her cheek against Lin Qinghan’s forehead. She couldn’t even speak, her throat burning as if it were scorched, her nasal cavity and chest ablaze. Lin Qinghan didn’t seem to be doing much better—cold sweat continued to bead on her forehead. Shen Xian held her tightly, forcing herself to stay awake.

Both of them were in a sorry state. Their clothes were soaked and stuck to their skin. Shen Xian tried to retrieve tissues from her bag to wipe Lin Qinghan’s sweat, but her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Director Zhao, worried, asked, “What happened? How did things suddenly get so serious?” It was, after all, an incident that happened during an organized team outing, so the unit had some responsibility.

Shen Xian took a moment before speaking hoarsely, “I think someone tampered with the water. There’s no way her susceptibility period would have arrived this early otherwise. I checked on the way down—the trash bag where I threw the water bottle is gone. But it’s too late to talk about that now. What matters most is that Qinghan’s safe. We can deal with the rest later.”

Director Zhao nodded. The water had been provided by Lu Jianbai, but with no proof and considering Lu Jianbai’s good standing in the hospital, it was unlikely they’d be able to pursue it.

Just saying those few words left Shen Xian’s throat aching unbearably, so Director Zhao and Han Rui stopped pressing her, letting the two rest.

About an hour later, the bus arrived at Linhai City Hospital. Shen Xian, suppressing the soreness in her body, carried the unconscious Lin Qinghan on her back. Han Rui followed, supporting Lin Qinghan from behind. But just as they passed through the hospital doors, Shen Xian’s knees buckled, and she collapsed in the lobby.

Director Zhao quickly registered Lin Qinghan for emergency care, while Han Rui called for doctors to help carry Lin Qinghan. They placed her on a gurney, and Shen Xian, after a moment’s rest, leaned on Han Rui to slowly make her way toward the emergency ward.

Due to Lin Qinghan’s susceptibility period, and the risk of pheromone leakage, the doctors placed her in a private room. They were clearly experienced in dealing with such cases and had already hooked her up to an IV drip.

One doctor glanced at the three of them and asked, “Who’s the family member? It’s best for an Omega in this state to have their partner nearby.”

Shen Xian’s voice was nearly gone, and sweat glistened on her neck and forehead. “I am. I’ll stay with her.”

“She’s also extremely fatigued. I just registered her for some sedative fluids too,” Director Zhao added.

“Alright. The rest of you should wait outside,” said the doctor, a Beta, as he gestured for Director Zhao and Han Rui to leave. They exited the room and closed the door behind them.

Once they were gone, the doctor turned to Shen Xian and said, “Remove your pheromone suppression patch. It will help her recovery. An unconscious Omega needs to feel secure. I recommend you receive your IV beside her.”

“Okay,” Shen Xian replied, dragging herself to Lin Qinghan’s side. After speaking to the nurse, the doctor instructed her to draw Shen Xian’s blood and prepare the IV.

Leaning against the headboard, Shen Xian gently lifted Lin Qinghan to one side and carefully removed the suppression patch from the back of her neck. The scent of osmanthus and dragon well tea quickly filled the room. The faint bite mark she’d left earlier was still visible. Heart aching, Shen Xian placed Lin Qinghan back down and brushed the damp hair from her cheek before removing her own patch.

A soft orange fragrance slowly spread through the air, mixing with the scent of osmanthus tea. Lin Qinghan, whose brows had been furrowed, began to relax. Her nose twitched slightly, inhaling the sweet citrus scent. Sensing the familiar pheromones, she instinctively leaned closer to Shen Xian.

Worried Lin Qinghan might dislodge her IV, Shen Xian simply lay down and held her close. As if comforted, Lin Qinghan snuggled into Shen Xian’s neck, rubbing her head gently like a kitten.

A faint smile tugged at Shen Xian’s pale lips. She whispered into Lin Qinghan’s ear, “And you say I’m the clingy one… Who’s clinging to whom now?”

Her gentle breath caressed Lin Qinghan’s ear, and Lin Qinghan nudged her neck again in response.

Tenderly, Shen Xian wiped away the sweat from Lin Qinghan’s face, her smile fading. “I’m sorry, Qinghan. I failed to protect you again.”

Fear crept into her heart. What would have happened if she hadn’t been there? If she hadn’t transmigrated into this world—how hard must Qinghan’s life have been? And her daughter, so young yet already so mature. She still remembered how afraid Qinghan and the child had been of her when she first arrived.

About ten minutes later, the nurse returned with a trolley and started Shen Xian’s IV on her left hand. As the fluid slowly dripped in, Shen Xian’s eyelids grew heavier. She eventually fell into a deep sleep and only woke up four hours later when the nurse came to remove the needle. By then, both IV bags were empty. Thankfully, the equipment automatically stopped when only a little fluid remained.

The nurse removed Lin Qinghan’s needle first. Shen Xian pressed down on the spot to stop the bleeding, only letting go when she was sure it had clotted. Then the nurse removed her own needle.

After resting a bit, Shen Xian felt slightly better, though her arms and legs still ached, and her sweat-soaked clothes clung uncomfortably to her body.

Lin Qinghan was still sound asleep. Shen Xian gently touched the area near her gland—no longer hot, just comfortably warm. She finally relaxed.

She tried to get up to wash her face, but the moment she moved, Lin Qinghan hugged her tightly. Shen Xian looked at the octopus-like embrace and smiled helplessly. Oh well, messy as she was, she couldn’t wake

Qinghan now.

She sent a message to Fang Jinglan, saying she’d pick up the child tomorrow, then looked down at the person in her arms.

Lin Qinghan’s complexion had improved, and the sweat had stopped. Still, she clung tightly, like a cat rubbing against a bundle of catnip, breathing in Shen Xian’s scent.

Shen Xian closed her eyes again and soon drifted off. She was woken up later by a knock on the door—Han Rui had come back, carrying dinner. It was already past 7 p.m., and Shen Xian hadn’t eaten all day. She was genuinely hungry.

Seeing Lin Qinghan wrapped around Shen Xian, Han Rui decided to drop off the food and leave quickly—this was just too much PDA for one room.

“I brought dinner for you two,” she said, placing the bags on a nearby stool. “But it looks like I should leave now. Just remember to eat later, alright?”

Shen Xian dared not move, lying there as she said, “Thanks, Dr. Han. You’ve been worrying over us all day.”

“No worries, we’re colleagues after all. I’ll leave you two now—take good care of her.”

Once Han Rui left, Shen Xian figured it was time to wake Lin Qinghan. She gently nudged her and coaxed softly at her ear, “Qinghan, time to wake up, hmm? You’ve been asleep a long time. Let’s eat something, okay?”

Looking at her pale face, Shen Xian couldn’t help but poke her cheek.

Lin Qinghan stirred, rubbing her eyes and blinking slowly. When she opened them, she found herself still nestled in Shen Xian’s arms, their faces inches apart. Realizing the position, her ears turned red—and the blush quickly spread across her entire face.

Her voice was weak. “Shen Xian, let me go.” But she couldn’t meet Shen Xian’s gaze.

Shen Xian chuckled softly, “You were the one hugging me so tightly. But alright—if you insist.” She let go… though not completely. She gently adjusted Lin Qinghan’s pillow and propped her up comfortably.

The citrus and osmanthus scents in the room had blended into a soothing warmth. Lin Qinghan breathed it in and felt her heart soften.

Shen Xian got up and fetched the dinner. Han Rui had thoughtfully bought congee for Lin Qinghan. Shen Xian held out the bowl and asked gently, “Do you have the strength to eat on your own? Want me to feed you?”

Lin Qinghan’s cheeks colored again. “I can manage,” she replied hastily.

Shen Xian smiled, handing over the bowl.

She herself was starving and quickly began eating her meal. Lin Qinghan took a few sips of congee, then remembered what happened on the mountain. Everything had gone hazy after her susceptibility period hit, but she remembered being carried—though the back hadn’t been broad, it had felt reassuring. It felt like Shen Xian. But surely she couldn’t have carried her all the way down?

“Shen Xian, who carried me down the mountain?”

Shen Xian took a sip of water before answering, “I did. Some of the male colleagues offered to help, but I didn’t think it was appropriate. I’ve got enough strength anyway. Look, we’re both safe now, aren’t we?” She smiled at Lin Qinghan.

But tears welled up in Lin Qinghan’s eyes and began to fall.

Startled, Shen Xian put down her bowl and reached over to comfort her. “Hey, why are you crying? I’m really fine. Of course I’d be the one to carry you. Why would I let someone else do it?”

Seeing her cry made Shen Xian’s heart ache too. She gently wiped Lin Qinghan’s tears and murmured, “Don’t cry, okay? If you cry, I’ll start crying too. I promise I’m fine.” She ruffled Lin Qinghan’s hair softly.

Lin Qinghan placed the bowl aside, scooted closer, and buried her face in Shen Xian’s chest. Shen Xian froze—it was the first time Qinghan had sought her out like this while fully conscious.

After a brief hesitation, Shen Xian wrapped her arms around Lin Qinghan’s waist and back, holding her close and rubbing her back gently. “You’re so light. It was nothing. Don’t cry, alright?”

Still hidden in her embrace, Lin Qinghan mumbled, “You’re so stupid… carrying me down such a steep mountain. What if something happened to you?”

“I didn’t think that far. You needed help, and I couldn’t let anyone else touch you,” Shen Xian replied honestly. Lin Qinghan’s clothes had been wet, and she trusted herself, but she couldn’t trust others’ intentions.

Lin Qinghan tightened her grip on Shen Xian’s waist. “So stupid…” she whispered tearfully.

She never expected to cry like this in someone’s arms. Usually, she cried alone—no one ever understood her or had the time to care. She always had to be strong for her daughter. But now, leaning against Shen Xian, her armor felt a little less necessary. It actually felt… comforting.

Shen Xian didn’t argue. She just held her tighter and said, “Whatever you say. You call me clingy, I’m clingy. You call me stupid, I’m stupid.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a soft smack, then nestled in her arms until she stopped crying.

Shen Xian gently wiped her face with a tissue. “You barely ate—have a few more bites, okay?” she coaxed softly.

Lin Qinghan, now feeling a little self-conscious, nodded. Shen Xian handed her the congee again. Lin Qinghan drank slowly, occasionally sneaking glances at Shen Xian.

Shen Xian didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. In fact, when their eyes met, she’d flash Lin Qinghan a big smile—until Lin Qinghan turned away in embarrassment.

“When are we being discharged?” she asked after finishing her congee.

“Let’s stay one more night. If everything looks good in the morning, we’ll head out.”

Lin Qinghan nodded, and the room fell into a peaceful silence. Though she felt better, she was still sleepy. Shen Xian sat on the spare bed but then recalled what the doctor had said—that Lin Qinghan probably wanted her close, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

So she stood up, returned to Lin Qinghan’s side, and awkwardly asked, “Qinghan, do you… want to sleep together tonight?”

Lin Qinghan’s ears turned red. She said nothing, just flattened the pillow, turned on her side, and shifted toward the edge of the bed—leaving a space for Shen Xian.

Shen Xian smiled, recognizing her shyness, and lay down in the space beside her.

The hospital bed was narrow. With both of them on it, they were pressed close together. At first, they felt a bit tense, but exhaustion quickly overtook them, and they fell asleep side by side.