Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 28

After everyone had left, Lin Qinghan turned on the exhaust fan in the break room. She pursed her lips, gazing silently at the pale-faced Shen Xian. Beads of sweat clung to Shen Xian’s forehead, and her arms, resting by her sides, trembled faintly from sheer exhaustion.

Lin Qinghan sighed softly. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked to the bed and sat beside Shen Xian. Gently, she brushed her long hair over one shoulder and slowly peeled off the pheromone suppressant patch from the nape of her neck. The faint fragrance of osmanthus mingled with Longjing tea began to waft through the air.

Carefully, she released a small amount of her pheromones, wrapping them softly around Shen Xian like a protective cocoon.

Shen Xian lay with her eyes closed, aching all over and utterly drained. But the moment those soothing pheromones surrounded her, it felt as though she had sunk into a cloud of softness. Her body instantly felt lighter, and the burning pain eased significantly. The fragrance filled her nose, and slowly, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed. As if guided by instinct, she tried to move closer to the comforting scent, but her whole body still hurt too much—despite her efforts, all she could manage was to rest her head lightly near Lin Qinghan’s lap.

Watching Shen Xian in such obvious pain made Lin Qinghan’s heart ache. She couldn’t stop thinking about those brutal blows from the steel pipes. Her fear hadn’t yet faded. But the words Shen Xian had whispered earlier—“How could I possibly leave you behind?”—echoed in her mind. So simple, yet they completely shook her. She couldn’t bring herself to sit back and let Shen Xian recover passively through IV fluids. Shen Xian hadn’t just said those words—she’d acted on them.

A person’s instincts often reveal their truest self. When the thug swung at her, Shen Xian had reacted so quickly that Lin Qinghan hadn’t even had time to register what was happening before she found herself held protectively in Shen Xian’s arms. The rest of the attack, Shen Xian had endured entirely alone, shielding her from every single blow.

There had been a time when Lin Qinghan wished Shen Xian would stand in front of her like this, keep her safe when danger struck. But back then, all Shen Xian seemed to care about was money. She never cared whether Qinghan or their daughter, Tiantian, lived or died.

Lin Qinghan stared blankly at Shen Xian’s pale face and sighed again. No matter how awful Shen Xian had been in the past, no matter how inhuman her actions were back then, today she had truly protected her—and may have even suffered bone damage doing so.

She pulled a few tissues from the box and gently wiped the sweat from Shen Xian’s cheeks. Even through the tissue, her skin felt icy cold. Lin Qinghan slightly increased the concentration of her pheromones, directing them toward the area near Shen Xian’s scent glands.

Gradually soothed by the Omega’s pheromones, Shen Xian’s breathing began to even out, and the cold sweat on her forehead subsided. Her depleted scent glands began to stir again, producing fresh pheromones.

The air was soon laced with the light, citrusy scent of sweet orange—Shen Xian’s signature. Mixed with the osmanthus and tea, the two scents blended into something uniquely harmonious.

Even as Lin Qinghan’s glands continued to emit pheromones, she couldn’t help but notice the faint but distinct re-emergence of Shen Xian’s. Though the sweet orange scent was still light, her own cheeks had already flushed involuntarily.

She hadn’t erased her mark—and she couldn’t deny it: Shen Xian’s pheromones still had a powerful effect on her.

Shen Xian was gradually coming to her senses. When she finally opened her eyes, her mind was still a little fuzzy. She glanced at the person beside her and murmured, “What’s that smell? It’s so nice…”

The flush on Lin Qinghan’s face deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears. She shot Shen Xian a sharp look, but with her current blushing expression, it carried no intimidation at all.

Shen Xian, still dazed, just found Lin Qinghan’s expression incredibly pretty and couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Lin Qinghan sensed Shen Xian’s gaze, and despite the discomfort of being affected by Shen Xian’s pheromones, she reached out and pinched a bit of soft flesh at Shen Xian’s waist.

“Ah—!” Shen Xian yelped, immediately wide awake. Her whole body hurt already, and that pinch made it ten times worse. Her eyes reddened as she looked at Lin Qinghan with a pitiful expression and whimpered,

“Qinghan, be gentle… That really hurt…”

Because of her weakened state, her voice came out soft and sweet, completely unlike her usual self.

Outside the room, the two nurses on duty turned beet red.

“Whoa, who would’ve thought Dr. Lin and her Alpha were into that kind of play?”

“Shhh, let’s get out of here—this is so not PG. We’ll wait in the office.”

“Mm-hmm.”

With that unspoken agreement, the two nurses made a swift exit. Clearly, whatever was going on between those two was none of their business.

Meanwhile, Lin Qinghan’s blush deepened. She wasn’t sure whether Shen Xian meant it innocently or… something else. But seeing that she’d really hurt Shen Xian, she finally let go.

Still, Lin Qinghan didn’t want to think too much about Shen Xian’s intentions. They were long over, after all. The only reason she was looking after Shen Xian tonight was because Shen Xian had stepped in to help her.

Once she saw that Shen Xian was fully conscious, Lin Qinghan stopped releasing her pheromones. She peeled open a fresh suppressant patch and pressed it to the back of her neck. The osmanthus tea scent in the air quickly faded, leaving only the faint traces of sweet orange.

Now that Shen Xian was fully alert, she realized what that comforting scent had been—Lin Qinghan’s pheromones. No wonder she’d gotten pinched earlier. Shen Xian suddenly felt a wave of regret and embarrassment, even wanting to slap herself.

She knew this was an ABO world, and pheromones were a normal part of life here, but in her mind, something that intimate should only be shared between people who genuinely liked each other. Just now, Lin

Qinghan had used hers to help her, and she—she—had said it smelled nice, like she was flirting or even harassing her. Shen Xian felt mortified.

She tried to sit up to apologize, but the moment her hands pressed down on the mattress, pain shot through her so sharply that her arms buckled, and she fell back down.

Startled, Lin Qinghan rushed over and propped her up. “Don’t move around. We don’t even know if you’ve got fractures yet. Just rest a few more minutes and we’ll get some scans done.”

Shen Xian had no choice but to rest against Lin Qinghan, still feeling awkward. Then, as if remembering something urgent, she said, “Qinghan, help me put on a suppressant patch too. I don’t want my pheromones to affect you.”

Lin Qinghan glanced at her, replying calmly, “It’s fine as long as you don’t actively direct them at me. You’ve exhausted your glands—without removing your patch, they won’t start replenishing. I’ll be fine.”

Still uneasy, Shen Xian added, “If it gets to be too much for you, just let me know, okay?”

“Alright,” Lin Qinghan nodded.

Just then, the system chimed in her mind:

“Hello, Host. In light of the earlier attacks, any of which could’ve been fatal, the system activated the Overdraft Function and blocked 32 potentially life-threatening injuries, converting them to surface wounds.

They may look frightening, but should heal within two to three days. Cost: 1,000 yuan per injury. Total owed: 32,000 yuan.”

Shen Xian was almost impressed. The system was a true capitalist, now with an overdraft feature. Still, it had saved her life. She didn’t have the funds right now, but figured she’d pay it off once she got her paycheck.

As her energy slowly returned, Shen Xian noticed the floating number above Lin Qinghan’s head had shifted from -40 to -20. Although the system had helped her avoid the worst of the injuries, Shen Xian hadn’t known that when she’d shielded Lin Qinghan with her body. She’d done it from her own heart. Even if it meant serious injury, she would still have protected her.

The idea made her feel warm and sentimental—the power of sisterly devotion!

As her scent glands recovered, her body felt better. Most of her injuries were on her upper body and arms, so her legs were still functional.

“Qinghan, I’m feeling a lot better. Let’s go home? I really don’t think I’m that badly hurt, you don’t need to worry so much.”

“We’ll go home after we get the scans.”

Clearly, this wasn’t up for debate. Shen Xian could only nod, “Okay. Let’s do the scans.”

She reined in her pheromones, and with the fan still running in the room, the scent quickly dissipated.

Lin Qinghan helped her up and opened the door. After calling Dr. Zhao, she led Shen Xian to the imaging room. Shen Xian stood obediently in front of the machine while Lin Qinghan adjusted the controls from the other side of the glass, scanning her spine, arms, and other injury sites. Once she confirmed that none of the bones were broken, she finally relaxed.

Since the images were only viewed on-screen and not printed, there were no fees.

Just then, Dr. Zhao and the two officers arrived.

“How is she? Is she alright?” Zhao asked anxiously.

“She didn’t suffer any fractures,” Lin Qinghan replied, “Just soft tissue injuries.”

“Good, good—that’s a relief.” Zhao exhaled.

The two young nurses exchanged a glance, then looked at Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan—and smiled knowingly.

Shen Xian noticed and looked back at them, confused.

“Ladies, we’ll need a bit more of your time to take your statements,” one of the officers said.

“Of course,” Lin Qinghan replied, then turned to Shen Xian. “Go lie down and rest. Once we’re done, we’ll go home.”

Shen Xian nodded, still feeling weak, and returned to the break room.

Lin Qinghan sat with the officers to complete the report. By the time they made it home, it was already past 11 p.m. That’s when Lin Qinghan suddenly remembered—

“Shen Xian, where’s Tiantian?”

Already sprawled out on her bed, Shen Xian turned her head and said, “She’s at my mom’s. She’s probably asleep by now.” Just the thought of her daughter made the corners of Shen Xian’s lips curl up, her tone much lighter.

Lin Qinghan felt a little more at ease. At least she no longer believed Shen Xian was capable of selling their child. So, hearing an answer she’d already expected, she said nothing more.

She went to dampen a towel with warm water and grabbed some medicinal wine from the hospital. But when she reached Shen Xian’s door, she paused. This was the first time she’d entered Shen Xian’s room of her own volition. The previous two times had been accidents—once Tiantian had dragged her in, and the other, she’d gotten drunk and woken up there.

Even though it was her own apartment, stepping into Shen Xian’s room—especially with Tiantian gone—felt oddly intimate. She stood outside for over ten seconds before clearing her throat and finally walking in.

Shen Xian was still sore, especially her back, so she could only lie flat on her stomach. When she heard the door, she turned and blinked. “Qinghan? What’s up?”

Lin Qinghan gave her a glance and answered dryly, “I’m here to apply the medicine.”