PMWAIAAPM Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Leave the Future to Me

Gland implantation, neural medicine—these two keywords, when combined, touch upon the uncharted waters of modern medical exploration.

Tan Zhiyu took the initiative to call Qiu Jing.

Originally, Qiu Jing didn’t want to inherit the family business, so he was working honestly as a doctor in the capital. After several attempts to reach Tan Zhiyu on his days off without success, today he happened to finish two surgeries, and as he sat slumped in his office chair, barely able to keep his eyes open, he took a sip of warm water.

The phone rang, and Qiu Jing said, “A rare caller~~”

But he didn’t expect that the first thing Tan Zhiyu would ask was, “Did you buy your graduation thesis?”

Qiu Jing: “…Are you sick?”

God knows how difficult it was for him to graduate from Germany—he extended his studies by three whole years!! The first call from his good brother back home would ask if his thesis was bought?

Qiu Jing nearly blacked out from rage.

“You’re the one who bought it! If I bought it, I’d eat my shoe insoles!” Qiu Jing lamented, feeling more jittery than he had on the operating table, and he was completely awake now.

However, despite being busy, he had heard quite a bit about things online: “What’s going on between you and Uncle Tan? Do you know that Uncle Tan’s foundation has been showing green numbers these days? My old man is shocked…”

Although Qiu Jing didn’t inherit the family business, he understood a lot about business matters.

Originally, if Yuanyin Real Estate was acquired, Tan Yushen would become the new executive director. Tan Yushen wanted to ruin Yuanyin’s reputation using tabloids, but Tan Zhiyu personally stepped in to turn the tide, clearly in opposition to Tan Yushen.

“He’s pregnant.” The alpha’s voice was unexpectedly low, but from the background noise, it could be heard he was at the airport.

“Who?” Qiu Jing straightened his back: “Xing Yang? No way, oh my god… were you doing it for the kid…”

“Stop talking nonsense.” Tan Zhiyu interrupted him, sounding particularly desolate, even a bit hoarse: “I’ll send you his medical records.”

Qiu Jing was puzzled, unsure of what he meant, until he saw the medical record Tan Zhiyu sent, detailing Xing Yang’s gland implantation from five years ago, and he was speechless: “Damn…..”

“What happened?” Tan Zhiyu’s heart tightened with his words.

“Don’t tell me Xing Yang’s gland was custom-made for your omega pheromones….”

Zhou Jiaoyue and Qiu Jing went to the same school; how could he not have heard of this girl’s name? A natural medical prodigy with incredible talent, she proposed using gland implantation concepts to influence neural healing for terminal illnesses during her freshman year, theoretically opening up a brand new field. However, normal human experimentation requires testing on animals beforehand.

Unfortunately, animals could not have glands implanted, and if this project couldn’t find human test subjects, it would result in nothing but theoretical shell.

Zhou Jiaoyue’s experiments not only proceeded smoothly later on but yielded surprisingly good data, all trial participants were kept confidential.

During the implantation process, emergency treatment came in seven or eight times.

“There was no anesthesia throughout, and based on cases of the reproductive cavity growing in the later stages, it cannot bear the speed of fetal growth. If he had the gland implanted later, without generating pheromones on his own, how could he ensure the fetus and his own pheromone supply? Is he out of his mind?!”

Qiu Jing was nearly stunned into silence: “Did he owe you something in his previous life?”

His mind turned rapidly, and being one of the few who already knew about their marriage, he was fully aware of Tan Zhiyu’s mental struggles.

If Xing Yang’s gland was artificially done, he was deliberately getting close…

Putting his life on the line for someone, this was both foolish and magical. Qiu Jing finally connected the dots: “So, you want him to abort the baby?”

“Yes…” Tan Zhiyu admitted, but he sighed with helplessness: “But he doesn’t want to. I want to know of any similar cases…”

Having worked in the capital for some time, Qiu Jing was well aware that the gland department and neurology department of the Capital Central Hospital were nationally renowned.

“To be honest, my medical skills can’t compare to Zhou Jiaoyue, and she’s in glandology while I’m in neurology. This girl is famously skilled. If she can’t do it, what example could I provide? Plus, my thesis isn’t bought! Pass that along to her!”

“Wait,” Qiu Jing suddenly thought of something before hanging up: “Jiang Ye!”

“Do you remember Jiang Ye had a miscarriage before? After his gland was removed for the first time, didn’t he get pregnant again? But Jiang Ye seems to have developed a lot of complications later. His attending physician isn’t me, and I heard the child was premature and in poor health. Him having a child at all is a miracle; Chi Yanchuan practically begged everyone just to keep this one.”

Tan Zhiyu tightened his grip on the phone, whispering, “I see.”

Jiang Ye…

He’s someone whose reproductive cavity was removed, living in decline with failing organs, relying on medication and surgeries to get through his life, and even their child was born with disabilities.

Would Xing Yang want such an outcome?

Or is such an outcome extremely lavish for both of them…

The airport announced boarding. Xing Yang accompanied Song Tian to check in their luggage, and upon returning, he found Tan Zhiyu anxiously fidgeting with his phone in the waiting area.

After boarding, Xing Yang patted his head: “Aren’t you happy?”

“How can I be happy?” Tan Zhiyu’s brow was tightly knitted; there were only the two of them in business class: “I’m scared…”

Once the plane took off, they had ten hours to get through together peacefully. Tan Zhiyu held his hand, his thumb gliding over the needle mark from a few days ago. Outside the window, the night sky looked like light blue fireworks, and the cities below flashed like stars in the Milky Way.

“Zhiyu, I’m right here with you, what is there to fear?” Xing Yang’s large palm caressed his pale face, and his voice held an unusual tenderness contrasting his stature: “If it’s just the fact that I’ve liked you for many years that frightens you about us potentially parting, then I must apologize.”

“Is that possible?”

Tan Zhiyu frowned: “Liking me isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

In truth, he was very displeased that Xing Yang always treated him like a child, but facing gentle Xing Yang, he couldn’t refuse any requests.

It was as if at that moment, Boss Xing had a certain charm, casting a spell on him, leading him by the nose.

Boss Xing was never a dramatic person; he understood life and death without the need for confusion, just wanting to bring happiness to the lonely Zhiyu in this world.

“But being with me is something embarrassing.” Xing Yang said.

Tan Zhiyu immediately retorted, “Who says that?”

“You said it.” Xing Yang chuckled, his laugh seeming to pull Tan Zhiyu’s thoughts along: “I don’t look good, and my personality isn’t great—”

These were the exact words Tan Zhiyu had once used to describe him, but hearing them from Xing Yang now was extremely ironic; Xing Yang was making fun of him.

“Xing Yang—!” Tan Zhiyu held back the ache in his heart: “I… I didn’t mean that.”

On the contrary, he looked seriously at Xing Yang’s face; his unremarkable bone structure didn’t matter, but when he smiled, he had a pair of dimples.

He was like a magnificent morpho butterfly in a tropical rainforest; at first glance, he appeared plain and black, but as he spread his wings, the deep green hue refracted dazzling colors under the sunlight.

“I was just teasing you.” Xing Yang leaned in gently; they were already so close together.

Xing Yang’s neck did not have a scent sticker, exuding a faint aroma of ebony, like a large wooden cabin warming by a charcoal fire.

With him nearby, it was the most reassuring moment.

Xing Yang let him lean against his shoulder; the man matched his stature, and it was somewhat challenging for him to fit snugly in his embrace.

Tan Zhiyu couldn’t help but lift his head and brush his lips against Xing Yang’s, seemingly apologizing for his earlier remarks about Xing Yang not being handsome and his lack of interest.

His sparkling eyes were full of guilt; how could he say something so hurtful?

Xing Yang cupped his face, carefully watching the trace of guilt in his eyes, wanting to comfort him.

He didn’t want them to carry their emotions into the night; otherwise, their eyes would be swollen the next day, and they wouldn’t be happy.

“Want to receive a kiss?” The man’s low, husky voice, paired with his sincere gaze, made it impossible for Tan Zhiyu to refuse.

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you…”

“Do I look very lewd and ungracious?” Xing Yang boldly rested his chin on his collarbone: “Just a peck, then forget the troubles, okay?”

Tan Zhiyu’s guilt had been palpable, but with Boss Xing’s words, his body unconsciously leaned in, cheeks moving closer.

Boss Xing almost brought all the tricks from the business world to play on him.

Tan Zhiyu couldn’t handle it.

He truly believed that Boss Xing’s beauty was not merely in his captivating dimples but also in his unique, gentle, and mature soul, which was simply too warm and enticing.

Tan Zhiyu had seen too many beautiful faces in the entertainment industry, but none could compare to Boss Xing.

He was ill, pregnant, yet still soothing him.

Tan Zhiyu never expected to receive such a uniquely tender love one day, leading him to want to divide his lifespan to give to Xing Yang at every moment.

Xing Yang understood what he was worried about, enveloping Tan Zhiyu tightly with that reassuring scent of ebony, his fingertips pinching his sensitive earlobes and the nape of his neck—his warm breath fanned over his skin, a little hot and a little ticklish.

When was the last time they kissed?

During their quarrel while mixed with tears.

This kiss was different; Xing Yang had just drunk some champagne to help him sleep, and his mouth was filled with the fragrance of roses, possibly mixed with a hint of fermented pine resin.

Xing Yang slowly kissed him, comforting him: “Zhiyu, your biggest worry right now should be how to face the swarming reporters when we land and whether we should hold hands to sleep now.”

Indeed, how many reporters would be waiting at the airport when they landed?

This couple, who seemed like they shouldn’t be together, was living under the scrutiny of public eyes, their relationship perceived as mere financial transaction and power.

Tan Zhiyu knew his thoughts were being led astray again.

He had truly become a fish, pulled along by Xing Yang’s fishing hook onto the shore.

Under Xing Yang’s pheromones, Tan Zhiyu was entranced, and Xing Yang planted a kiss on the back of his hand: “Zhiyu, leave the future to me, alright?”