Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 8
“It’s Gu Qing’s pheromones again—I’ll call the doctor. You stay with her.”
Qi Siyu rushed out to drag the doctor over, practically yanking the sleeves of their white coat into wrinkles.
“Doctor, Gu Qing’s pheromones are flaring up again,” she reported breathlessly.
“Then just mark her again. Problem solved,” the doctor puffed, exasperated.
“Ugh—just check on her first!” Qi Siyu muttered bitterly.
The doctor, now masked, entered the room and conducted a quick examination. Her expression darkened almost immediately.
“Nurse, Ms. Gu needs further tests.”
“Huh? What’s going on with Gu Qing?”
Gu Xiaoling looked bewildered, lunchbox still in hand. She had only gone to get breakfast—how did things go wrong so fast?
Qi Siyu’s heart clenched. Could something be seriously wrong with Gu Qing’s glands?
Soon, several nurses rushed over. They adjusted Gu Qing’s bed into mobile mode and wheeled her toward the diagnostic room.
Outside the examination room, Qi Siyu and Gu Xiaoling paced restlessly, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
Or at least, Qi Siyu could hear more than just footsteps—her own heart was thundering in her chest.
[Host, calm down! The heroine will definitely be fine. If she dies, this whole world collapses!]
The system had said this several times now, but it didn’t ease her worry.
Sure, she might not die—but pain was another story.
Qi Siyu clenched her fists. She had to work harder to nurse Gu Qing back to full health, and fast.
The examination took nearly an hour. When the doctor finally emerged, her face was tinged with a strange mix of joy and confusion.
“Doctor, how is she?”
Gu Xiaoling darted forward and grabbed the doctor’s sleeve.
“She’s stable,” the doctor said. Then she turned to Qi Siyu. “President Qi, could you come to my office? I’d like to discuss Ms. Gu’s condition in detail.”
“Alright,” Qi Siyu said, puzzled by the doctor’s expression.
Gu Xiaoling wanted to follow, but a nurse called out,
“We still need someone here for Ms. Gu.”
She had no choice but to scowl and glare at Qi Siyu before reluctantly staying behind.
In the office, the doctor pulled up the test reports on her computer screen.
Her expression turned serious. “President Qi, Ms. Gu’s injuries from the accident—especially her leg—are healing incredibly fast. Much faster than medically expected.”
Normally, damage to muscles and bones takes at least three months to recover—Gu Qing’s fractured leg should’ve needed six months at the very least.
But now? Based on their assessments, she could start physical therapy in just two more weeks.
Qi Siyu let out a huge breath of relief. From the doctor’s earlier look, she’d feared something much worse.
“This part you don’t need to worry about,” she said briskly. “But what’s causing her pheromones to leak again?”
The doctor swallowed her curiosity under Qi Siyu’s commanding tone and moved to another report.
“There’s another issue. Ms. Gu’s glandular abnormality is worsening.”
Qi Siyu’s relief vanished in an instant. She already knew about Gu Qing’s condition:
On the fifteenth of every month, her body would become hypersensitive to Alpha pheromones. Even the slightest trigger would send her into estrus—intense, uncontrollable heat—desperate for an Alpha.
Normally, this was managed with customized suppressants and barrier patches.
As long as she didn’t encounter a matching pheromone (over 90% compatibility), there were no problems.
But now? This sounded much worse.
“What exactly does ‘worsening’ mean for her?” Qi Siyu demanded. “Just say it straight. What does she need, and how do we fix it?”
“In short,” the doctor explained, “her glands are now highly reactive even outside that monthly window. She’ll need a constant presence of your pheromones to prevent external Alpha stimuli. Long-term use of suppressants has major side effects, so… daily temporary marking is recommended.”
Qi Siyu: …
She licked her dry lips nervously. “Is there no alternative treatment? Gu Qing’s an actress—I have my job, too.”
“For now, no. But if you perform a deep mark, that would reduce it to once every two weeks.”
Qi Siyu’s face turned beet red.
Deep marking? That meant… sleeping together.
She quickly rubbed her flushed cheeks and muttered, “Have you told Gu Qing about this yet?”
The doctor nodded. “Yes, Ms. Gu is fully aware of her condition.”
“Alright. Keep this confidential for now.” Qi Siyu said firmly.
The doctor hesitated. “If Director Gao asks, I’ll have to disclose the full report.”
This private hospital was mostly owned by the Gao family. The Qi family only held a minor share.
The Gao and Qi families had business ties and were joined through marriage. Director Gao was, in fact, Qi Siyu’s uncle.
“Then just keep it from outsiders,” Qi Siyu replied, compromising.
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Gu Qing had remained fully conscious throughout the examination. Though the doctor had only checked her glands, she had requested a full-body workup while she was there.
The results confirmed her suspicions—her injuries were healing at an unnaturally fast rate.
But what was surprising was that no trace of internal damage or illegal substances showed up in the scans.
Gu Qing knew that some forbidden drugs could accelerate recovery—but the effects were usually short-lived, and came at the cost of one’s life force.
Maybe the thing Qi Siyu had used was far more advanced.
Or maybe it just couldn’t be detected with current tests.
She’d have to wait for Gao Li’s independent results to know more.
She glanced at her smooth, unblemished hand. The bandage was gone now.
Not even a hint remained of the bruising or pinprick swelling she’d had yesterday.
What exactly was Qi Siyu trying to do?
Gu Qing asked herself this question every single day—but with each passing moment, she understood Qi Siyu less and less.
No rush. A fox will always show its tail eventually.
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Not long after, Qi Siyu returned—with a face red as a ripe apple.
The air in the room still held a faint red wine–chocolate pheromone scent.
She hesitated at the door for several seconds before finally stepping in.
Gu Qing glanced at her without expression, then lowered her eyes to hide the flicker of suspicion.
Blushing like that? What kind of act is she putting on now?
Two nurses were changing Gu Qing’s medication.
Thanks to her rapid recovery, most of the original prescriptions were now unsuitable.
Qi Siyu leaned in and immediately noticed—the gauze she’d wrapped around Gu Qing’s hand had been removed.
Guilt surged. She peeked at Gu Qing a few times, but seeing no sign of blame or questioning in her expression, she finally relaxed.
Once the nurses were done, one of them handed her a pack of square, standard-grade gland patches.
“President Qi, these are the specialized ones. After you finish marking Ms. Gu, just apply one. In three hours, you can switch it to a regular patch.”
Qi Siyu’s face turned crimson again—hot like a branding iron.
Still trying to figure out how to deal with reality, she could only mumble a weak “Okay.”