Accidentally Marked My Ex’s Crush, the Ice-Cold Goddess O - Chapter 7: Don’t Want to Die So Early

Chapter 7: Don’t Want to Die So Early

Outside the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, the crescent moon silently shifted westward.

When Jiang Ci, feeling neck pain from bending over, lifted her head to stretch, she noticed dawn breaking on the horizon.

A brilliant orange-red hue appeared.

Summer was great; even such a beautiful sunrise could be seen.

Jiang Ci stared for a while, put down the folder in her hand, picked up her phone, and walked to the window.

She opened the camera, slowly zoomed in to adjust the focus.

When the lens captured the vibrant sunrise, her thumb pressed the shutter, freezing the moment in her album.

Then she sat back down, working until daylight before leaving the company.

At eight in the morning, she arrived at the hospital with documents.

Jiang Ci stood respectfully at the foot of the bed and said, “This is the contract prepared for cooperation with Shengding Group. I revised all the terms, especially the profit-sharing part, where I adjusted to the lowest standard to leave room for negotiation.”

Though she knew Shengding Group wouldn’t take a small profit, business was about tugging and negotiating to secure the best interests.

If she gave all the profits upfront, the other side would only grow greedier.

Qian Ying leaned against the headboard, flipping through the contract, reading every line and word carefully.

Two company lawyers beside her also reviewed it, checking for legal loopholes in the terms.

Jiang Ci waited nearby.

After about two hours, Qian Ying finally said it was fine, just needing slight tweaks to some details.

Hearing this, Jiang Ci felt a wave of relief, took the documents, and left the ward.

Every second inside felt suffocating.

As the ward door closed, the lawyers who followed her out stepped forward, glancing at her forehead with concern. “President Jiang, you should rebandage the wound on your forehead. The bl00d has completely soaked the gauze.”

In fact, when President Jiang came in, only a corner of the gauze was still white. Now, it felt like bl00d could be wrung out.

Jiang Ci touched the gauze, her fingertip instantly stained with bl00d. She wiped it with her thumb and said, “I know. Try to finalize the contract today. Tomorrow, we’ll go negotiate with Shengding Group.”

“Got it, President Jiang. We’ll head out now,” the two said, waving as they left.

“Hmm, bye,” Jiang Ci waved back.

After they left, Jiang Ci took out her phone to message Jiang Lan, wanting Little Aunt to quickly treat her wound.

She still had to return to the company for a meeting.

Several minutes after sending the message, Little Aunt didn’t reply, so Jiang Ci went to the general surgery department herself.

Jiang Ci knew where Jiang Lan’s office was, but when she got there, no one was around.

So she went to the nurse’s station to ask.

The nurse said today was Little Aunt’s surgery day, and she was in the operating room, likely unavailable all day.

With no other choice, Jiang Ci contacted Dr. Gu.

Gu Feiran was changing dressings and checking on patients.

When she got Jiang Ci’s WeChat call, she had just finished a dressing and answered smoothly, “What’s up?”

Jiang Ci said, “Little Aunt is in surgery. Can I take a few minutes of your time to change my dressing?”

Gu Feiran’s voice was cold. “You didn’t even pick up your CT report yesterday, but today you’re thinking about changing dressings. Not so dumb after all.”

Jiang Ci: “…”

This woman was too sarcastic, but since Jiang Ci needed her help, she couldn’t talk back.

Jiang Ci quickly put on a smile and said nicely, “Sorry, I was forgetful yesterday. Can you spare a few minutes now to change my dressing?”

Gu Feiran: “Where are you?”

Jiang Ci hurriedly said, “At the door of the office where you changed my dressing yesterday. Should I wait here, or?”

Gu Feiran: “I’m coming now.”

Jiang Ci quickly replied, “Okay.”

She was a bit sarcastic, but still a decent person.

After hanging up, Jiang Ci waited less than ten minutes before Gu Feiran arrived at the office door.

When Gu Feiran got closer and saw the bl00d-soaked gauze on Jiang Ci’s forehead, her face visibly turned serious.

Jiang Ci thought her bad expression was because she was angry about the uncollected report. She stepped forward, apologized, and thanked her. “Thank you, Dr. Gu, for picking up my report yesterday and bandaging my wound. If there’s a chance, I’ll treat you to a meal as thanks.”

She said this casually, not really planning to follow through.

The company was too busy, leaving her no time, and she had to return to school in a couple of days.

Also, about the marking issue, she hadn’t figured out how to discuss it with Dr. Gu.

According to current laws, an S-level omega could only be marked once in their lifetime.

If an alpha forcibly marked an S-level omega, they’d be dragged off and shot.

If the alpha who marked an S-level omega didn’t take responsibility, they’d either go to jail or pay the omega a million in living expenses annually.

A million was affordable, but she didn’t know what Dr. Gu thought about it.

And Jiang Ci had one big question.

As the number of S-level omegas dwindled, the government required that at age twenty-five, S-level omegas would be matched with an alpha with compatible pheromones for marriage.

Dr. Gu, who had her own office in the hospital, must be over twenty-five.

So why hadn’t she been matched? Was there no suitable match, or was there another reason?

“Come in,” Gu Feiran said, staring at her wound for a few seconds before turning to push open the office door.

Jiang Ci obediently followed her.

For now, it was better to stay on good terms with Dr. Gu.

If she told the government that Jiang Ci forcibly marked her, wouldn’t Jiang Ci be dragged off and shot immediately?

She didn’t want to die so early.

Gu Feiran took out the medical kit from the cabinet and asked, “Did the wound get wet?”

If it didn’t get wet, how could it bleed so badly?

Jiang Ci sat on a chair, about to reply to work messages on her phone. Hearing the question, she flipped her phone onto her lap and answered, “It got a little wet during my shower this morning, but not much.”

After leaving the company, she went home, showered, and changed clothes.

To avoid getting the wound wet, she soaked in the bathtub and might have gotten a little water on it while washing her hair.

Gu Feiran prepared the dressing supplies, put on disposable medical gloves, and slowly removed the gauze.

Once uncovered, the wound clearly had pus, and the surrounding area was swollen.

Gu Feiran told her, “The wound is infected.”

“Is it serious?” Jiang Ci got nervous.

Gu Feiran removed the bl00d-soaked gauze and showed it to her. “The bl00d’s like this, and you’re not worried. But when I say it’s infected, you start panicking?”

Jiang Ci tilted her head up, letting Gu Feiran handle her forehead. “You’re the doctor, you know more. And I trust you.”

Gu Feiran turned to grab saline and a cotton swab, dipped it, and gently cleaned the bl00d around the wound. “You trust me but don’t listen, huh?”

Jiang Ci felt guilty. “No, no way.”

Gu Feiran cleaned some of the bl00d, saw the swab was unusable, tossed it into the tray, and grabbed another.

While working, she suddenly said softly, “If you don’t want your brain to rot, follow the doctor’s orders. Don’t get it wet, don’t eat greasy or spicy food, and come back in two days to change the dressing. You can either come to the hospital or do it yourself at home.”

Change the dressing in two days?

Coming to the hospital was too much hassle—booking in advance and waiting in line.

With that time, she could write another paper.

But changing it herself, she was afraid of the pain.

Jiang Ci calculated in her mind, her gaze quietly falling on Dr. Gu.

She was gentle and careful when changing dressings, and as a doctor, it’d be easier to go to her than to the hospital.

“Dr. Gu,” Jiang Ci called softly.

Gu Feiran’s cleaning motion froze, her eyes slowly lowering to look at her, then she refused without hesitation. “I’m busy. Two days from now is surgery day, and I’ll be in operations all day.”

Jiang Ci knew about surgery days—eight or nine operations in a day, completely exhausting.

Little Aunt always complained to Aunt Liu about it.

“Alright,” Jiang Ci didn’t push her. She’d come to the hospital in two days.

If Little Aunt was free then, she’d ask her to do it.

As Gu Feiran continued treating the wound, Jiang Ci recalled what she’d thought about at the door and asked tentatively, “Dr. Gu, can I ask how old you are?”

Gu Feiran didn’t expect this question, her eyes visibly darkening. “Why ask that?”

Jiang Ci didn’t dare tell the truth and sidestepped. “Just curious. Is it inconvenient to say?”

To protect omegas, the government kept their information strictly confidential and developed a drug.

This drug not only suppressed their heat cycles but also made others think they were regular omegas, reducing their heat’s effect on alphas.

That day at the hotel, Jiang Ci didn’t sense her pheromones due to her own pheromone insensitivity.

Only at the moment the marking succeeded did Jiang Ci realize the other was an S-level omega. Otherwise, she’d never have dared to mark one, even if her life depended on it.

“Inconvenient,” Gu Feiran refused again.

Jiang Ci pursed her lips. “…”

It was just her age—what was so inconvenient about saying it? Dr. Gu was too mysterious.

She didn’t say, but Jiang Ci was sure, with Gu Feiran’s experience, she was definitely over twenty-five.

But why wasn’t she married at this age?

Wait, what if she was already married, and Jiang Ci was the despised mistress?

The more Jiang Ci thought, the wilder it seemed.

Gu Feiran finished rebandaging her forehead, turned around, and said, “Go rest well.”

“Thank you, Dr. Gu,” Jiang Ci said, now full of suspicion.

Gu Feiran didn’t look at her. “Hmm.”

Jiang Ci left the office, turning back every few steps.

This Dr. Gu was too strange. When Little Aunt finished work today, Jiang Ci had to talk to her about it.