Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 5

Having received the answer he wanted, Song Yang was satisfied. He didn’t press for the specific amount and simply lay back down.

He hadn’t eaten much all day, and combined with the discomfort from vomiting, he looked quite wan. Seeing Song Yang’s pale lips, Cheng Yan said worriedly, “I should still have the doctor come take a look.”

If they could prescribe something to alleviate the symptoms, he would be much more comfortable.

Song Yang’s eyelids drooped, but his gaze toward Cheng Yan was searching, as if he were weighing something. After a long silence, he let out a noncommittal grunt from his nose. “Mm.”

Cheng Yan acted as if he hadn’t noticed the strange look. He walked around the sofa in the sitting area and pressed the call bell.

As luck would have it, the doctors were in a meeting. The nurse informed them they would need to wait about twenty minutes.

Cheng Yan thanked her, turned back toward the sofa, but changed direction halfway to head for the door. He grabbed a bottle of water from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and took a long swig.

He could feel it—Song Yang’s eyes were fixed on him. No matter where he moved, that inscrutable gaze followed him like a shadow.

Frowning slightly, he walked back with his water and sat in the armchair opposite him. “Mr. Song, is there something wrong with me?”

Why does he keep staring?

Song Yang took two deep breaths and said something entirely non-sequitur: “Let’s wait another ten minutes and see.”

Wait ten minutes for what?

Cheng Yan was full of questions, but he lacked the urge to ask. Song Yang had already closed his eyes, adopting a posture that clearly signaled a refusal to communicate. Cheng Yan wasn’t about to make a fool of himself by prying.

Silence descended upon the ward. Cheng Yan was happy for the peace; he pulled out his phone and scrolled through it. Ten minutes passed quickly.

He glanced toward Song Yang, only to find that the man had opened his eyes and was staring at him unblinkingly.

Cheng Yan’s heart skipped a beat.

Out of sheer fright.

He let out a slow breath and offered a polite, professional smile. “Mr. Song, what is it?”

Has no one ever told the young master of the Song family that staring at people in silence is terrifying?

Song Yang climbed off the sofa and leaned toward Cheng Yan, stopping at a distance that wasn’t quite close but wasn’t far either. Then, he took a deep, audible breath.

What… kind of move is this?

Cheng Yan froze. A sense of unease crept into his mind. Song Yang was maintaining a respectful distance so as not to be offensive, yet his actions were anything but normal.

Song Yang, seemingly oblivious to how bizarre his behavior was, sat back and spaced out for a moment. Then, as if talking in a dream, he whispered, “I think I’m sick.”

Cheng Yan: “…”

Just then, the ward door finally opened, and a procession of doctors in white coats filed in.

It wasn’t the same doctor who had admitted Song Yang. This new doctor held Song Yang’s medical chart, followed by several nurses and about six or seven interns. The large group swarmed in, filling the VIP suite to capacity within seconds.

The doctor asked, “Bed 13, what’s the situation?”

Cheng Yan hadn’t expected such a grand turnout. He stood up, steadied his nerves, and replied, “He’s experiencing dizziness, loss of appetite, vomiting, and… mental trance?”

He added the last part on the fly. He wasn’t sure, but Song Yang certainly looked the part.

The doctor flipped through the records, then frowned at Song Yang, who did indeed look unwell. “When Director Zhong checked on you this morning, didn’t you say you weren’t feeling uncomfortable?”

Song Yang looked at the doctor and replied listlessly, “I had just woken up then. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed, so I didn’t feel much. I didn’t start vomiting until much later.”

The doctor reviewed the head CT report again, handed the documents to an assistant, and stepped forward to personally palpate the injury. “The report shows no internal bleeding or bone damage. The location isn’t particularly dangerous. Is the vomiting severe? How many times have you vomited since this morning?”

Song Yang thought for a moment. “About… three times.”

“That’s not too bad,” the doctor noted. “There is medication, but it’s better not to use it if you can help it. Just bear with it. You’re an Alpha; you should be able to handle this minor issue. It’ll only last a day or two. Try to eat whatever you can. Family members can buy some fresh fruit to help stimulate his appetite.”

Cheng Yan, playing the role of the “family member,” nodded in agreement. Fruit was easy enough; there was a shop downstairs.

Seeing no other issues, the doctor gathered the reports, preparing to leave. “If there’s nothing else, we won’t disturb your rest. Ring the bell if anything changes.”

Cheng Yan thanked him and moved to see them out, but Song Yang suddenly spoke up. “I have another question.”

The doctor paused halfway out the door and turned back, puzzled. “What is it?”

Song Yang rubbed the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowed. “I want to know can a concussion affect my perception of pheromones?”

The doctor turned around and walked back. “Your perception is affected? In what way? Can you not smell others’ pheromones?”

Song Yang shook his head. “No, I can smell them, but my brain seems to be processing the results incorrectly.”

Accustomed to unusual cases, the doctor went quiet for a moment before asking tentatively, “Do you mean you’re smelling Alpha pheromones as Omega pheromones?”

Song Yang nodded with absolute certainty. “Yes. I just smelled Omega pheromones on an Alpha.”

The doctor’s expression stiffened for a split second.

Are they talking about the same thing?

Mistaking Alpha pheromones for Omega ones is called “Cognitive Pheromone Processing Deviation.” But smelling Omega pheromones on an Alpha… isn’t it more likely that the scent belongs to that Alpha’s Omega partner?

After a brief silence, the doctor looked at Cheng Yan. “Maybe I should order another head MRI? Could you take him to get it done later? Did he actually damage his brain? Isn’t it normal to smell an Omega on an Alpha? Young couples are like that all the time.”

Looking at the doctor’s sincere face, Cheng Yan almost laughed. Though the doctor likely didn’t mean it as an insult, it felt like a very polite way of saying Song Yang was an idiot.

It’s common for Alphas to carry the scent of their Omega partners. Even in normal social interactions, an Alpha might accidentally pick up a stranger’s scent, though it usually dissipates within ten minutes.

Song Yang hissed impatiently. “That’s not what I mean.” He pointed a finger directly at Cheng Yan. “I smelled it on him.”

Cheng Yan stared at the finger pointed at him, genuinely surprised. Since when did he carry the scent of an Omega?

Song Yang continued in a low voice, “I’ve known him for seven years. I have never smelled pheromones on him—not even his own. Today he is supposed to be in his ‘physiological period.’ How could someone who hides his own scent so perfectly suddenly reek of an Omega?”

“Maybe he just accidentally brushed against someone?” an intern whispered from the crowd.

Song Yang immediately countered, “I specifically waited twenty minutes just to see if the scent would fade. It’s still there. There is no way it’s an accident.” He turned back to the doctor. “So, my perception is malfunctioning.”

Looking at Song Yang’s clear speech and logical flow, the doctor wavered. He stepped toward Cheng Yan, stopping at a polite social distance. “Apologies, let me take a scent.”

After a few seconds, the doctor looked at Cheng Yan in surprise. “You’re an Alpha, right? I really can’t smell any pheromones on you. Are you really in your period? Which day?”

Cheng Yan smiled gently. “Day six. I took a PB shot.”

A PB shot—Potent Blockade—was an expensive intramuscular injection that effectively blocked all pheromone release. It was usually used by people with specific job requirements or those whose natural scent was… unique.

The doctor let out an “Oh,” immediately categorizing Cheng Yan as someone with a “unique” scent. As a specialist, he knew how difficult life could be for such people, and his gaze toward Cheng Yan turned sympathetic. “Oh, I see. Tough break, young man.”

Turning back to Song Yang, the doctor adopted a more serious tone. “Smelling an Omega on an Alpha during his period is… very common.” The doctor paused, clearly trying to choose his words carefully. “You’re an S-class; your perception is strong and sensitive. Try to be more understanding. I couldn’t even smell it just now, which means he’s being very careful. Besides, without an Omega’s ‘comforting,’ this family member wouldn’t even be able to be here at the hospital with you. He’s being a great friend; don’t pick on the poor guy about what he smells like.”

In their world, it was common knowledge: if an Alpha is walking around during his period with the scent of an Omega on him, it means an Omega helped him through it.

Song Yang stopped talking. He lowered his head, a visible cloud of gloom settling over him.

The doctor added awkwardly, “If you’re still worried, we can do another CT in three days. For now, just get plenty of rest.”

With that, the medical team hurried out of the room. Stumbling upon a “family secret” while treating a patient was embarrassing for everyone involved. They were more than happy to give the pair some space.

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