Save

by RUIANY

Summary:

Hank want to save an omega life, unfortunately, the omega is his patient who has an rare disease . And the most terrible part is that the omega’s name is boris. He need to save boris.

ABO

Notes:

ABO
Hank/boris

Chapter 1

Shadow pond

 

In a grand party, sexy models and wandering wealthy boys whispered in the garden, the hands on the waist began to move downwards, hot and humid lips intertwined on the dance floor, loud rock music enveloped the entire manor, a pair of drunken gold fans Painting.
The mixed smell of a large number of pheromones and perfumes can make Alpha and Omega crazy, but most of the wealthy people on vacation at Hampton are Betas, and pheromones have little effect on them. If not, most of them use inhibitors and gonadal tape. Prevented the accident from happening, immersed in this rare party. As an Alpha, Hank only felt a little depressed. He was a doctor. No, he used to be. According to regulations, he had to block his pheromone with inhibitors and tape. The long-standing habit made him feel Some overreaction.
"Hey, your shirt looks great. Where did you buy it? Is this Lagerfeld's summer new style?" A female Beta with three-dimensional facial features, thick eyebrows and red lips with exaggerated false eyelashes stood next to him. One hand hinted at his shoulder across the shirt.
"Believe it or not, Costco." Hank replied helplessly. After losing his job due to an accident and may never find a medical job again, he was really in no mood to provoke him. These models and rich girls, he has lost a fiancée because of money, he does not want to fall down a second time, not to mention that he is definitely not the candidate for these men and women who want to hang the golden turtle son-in-law or the rich husband.
"Oh, dear, so why did you get in?" the female Beta asked Huck's neckline with her hand.
Of course Hank would not tell her that he had come in with a false certificate made by Evan (his brother), disguised as the distant cousin of the manor Boris, the Bavarian royal family. "My friend is a member of the Bavarian royal family."
"My dear, this is Hampton, everyone is a royal noble." The female Beta gave Hank a teasing look, turned and left, looking for her male companion.
"Thank you for mentioning it." Hank laughed at himself, sitting at the bar, asking for a small glass of whiskey, planning to quiet himself for a while, and not thinking about what his brother (Evan) who ran the train with his mouth would make Chaos, God bless, Evan is a beta, at least there won’t be a case where Omega is being prosecuted after drinking.
"Hey, what type of airplane do you have? Please, please tell me you have it. I've had enough of those guys who bought airplanes together." Another brown-skinned lady with a high ponytail and a low-cut gold dress sat Beside Hank, asked. Given her complexion and excellent figure, Hank guessed that she might be Latino.
"I have no money, no plane, or even a job. My Saab is older than you." Hank spread his hands to the lady and said bluntly. The lady soon left without fun. , Leaving the perfume smell. Hank guessed that this is probably a female Alpha, her pheromone is too strong, she should see a doctor for hormone problems. This damn professional habit, Hank cursed in his heart.
He couldn't help but remember that he chose to rescue the kid who fainted on the basketball court after he confirmed that the hospital sponsor was in a stable condition, but who could think of the sponsor-Mr. Greendon would have unexpected complications What? He just did what any doctor would do, assess the situation, and save as many patients as possible. He is not a god, and can predict the life span of everyone, not to mention that even if he is by Mr. Greydon's side, he may not be able to save him. Complications are always sudden and difficult to treat. At least he saved another life, but the hospital management didn't think so. He ‘let’ a rich man’s life ‘lost’ his life, and he should be ‘responsible’, regardless of his reason. In their eyes, life is measured by money.
Hank picked up the glass and gave himself a shoot, raising his hand to ask the bartender for a few more glasses. At least this is good wine, and it's free. There is no need to worry about it anymore. He is just an unemployed doctor.
"Ah! Doctor, doctor! Apple fainted!" There was a scream from the crowd suddenly, causing a riot, the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground, crying. Hank's body was strained by his professional instincts, and he hurried to the place where the riot occurred.
There is already a doctor (personal doctor) who is placing Ms. Apple on the ground and checking her pupils with a flashlight. But Apple kept coughing and convulsed. He quickly reached a conclusion. "When will you kids learn not to take drugs. Use a tranquilizer, divide the powder into several strips, mix it with champagne and drink it all. You call it a paradise salad, right?" He opened the medical box and prepared to take it Take it out and beat it into Apple. People next to Hank quietly told him that this was Boris' personal doctor.
"What, April never takes drugs!" April's male partner, a young man, shot back. This is obviously a moral control of his female partner.
"Believe me, young people, every drug addict says that they don't take drugs." The elderly personal doctor took out the needle, and the sharp needle flickered under the light.
"Doctor, I think you misdiagnosed!" Hank couldn't stand it anymore.
"Wow, are you? Young man, who are you? What have you observed? I have observed vomiting, photosynthesis, confusion, and other symptoms of drug overdose." The silver-haired doctor looked at Hank and brought With a provocative look.
"The same symptoms as you, there are some that you haven't observed, such as miosis and SLUDGE poisoning." The silver-haired doctor chuckled in a low voice. After observing Apple's symptoms, Hank quickly discovered that Hank was right. "This is a neurotoxin."
The people around quickly dispersed in order to beg their suspicion and left the dimly lit blue hall. And a quietly dressed man with two buttons in a dark casual suit, black jacket, dark purple shirt and two buttons came in, standing behind Hank, watching him carefully. Hank asked the doctor for a stethoscope and other equipment, and carefully questioned Apple's male partner, and confirmed that the poisoning was caused by smelling the insecticide-sprayed rose. After giving Apple an emergency injection, Hank pointed to one of the people in the crowd and shouted, "Call 911!"
But a handsome older man stood out from the crowd, about thirty-seven and eighty-eight, and said, "No, no need. Just do me a favor? "His tone is very low and soothing, with a protracted tone. The ending sound made Hank feel good, even if he even said something in a cynical tone.
"The injections she needs are only available in the hospital. "Hank knows that this is probably the host of this party, and he also knows how much these rich people treasure their privacy. In an emergency, he was arranging for a lifeguard to ask the former Israeli Mogrand agent at the door for a special first aid kit.
"For safety reasons, she should still go to the hospital."
"Hampton Hospital is a heritage hospital. If you want to take care of her, you must send her to Stony Brook, New York. But I think since you are here, maybe you can take care of her for us," said the older man .
After Dilt, the manservant who accompanied the older man and the man, placed Apple in the room, Hank was called into a simple and luxurious room.
"Boris Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz. I think you have heard of me before, or not?"
"I am Hank (I am Hank)" Hank replied.
"H-Hank." Boris said Hank's name slowly, his long, soft tone seemed to echo on the tip of his tongue, and Hank's heart seemed to be poked softly by the tail of a snake. Hank is a little anxious. Of course, he will not say that a certain part of himself has a little reaction. He exhales gently. There is no smell of pheromone in the air, only the smell of light inhibitor and perfume. Boris should be an alpha. , He guessed. The rain, moss and thunder reminded him of going to a hut by the lake when his father was still with them, and listening to the rain happily in a thunderstorm.
But soon this beautiful patterned little snake turned his head and gently nipped him with his teeth, leaving a tooth mark. Hank is very happy that Boris has not been affected by his resume. He already thinks he is a good doctor, but he does not want to be his personal doctor. Of course he will not accept this gold bar, even if he is indeed on the verge of bankrupted.
"Thank you very much. But thank you, you don't have to." Hank was not happy that he was ‘tempted’ by the gold bullion, he shrugged off and turned away. But when he finally found the box with gold bars in his car, he was very helpless. Not to mention his brother's ridicule: "Hey, brother, your taxes seem to be changing. This is a real gold bullion. What did you do in it? Maybe this big money is attracted to you! "
"I'm pretty sure that rich people like them don't tend to love AA, but thank you brother, and affirm your brother who just broke up with your fiancée." Hank replied, the open-top old Saab car drove on a smooth road. The tall bushes and trees on both sides brought fresh air. When he lay tiredly on the bed, he felt very good when he recalled that day. He saved another life.

 

Under the leadership of two guards wearing black short sleeves and trousers, he walked through part of the building of the Qingquan in the dark. The tall and beautiful hall was connected with the study, cigar room, and movie theater. Of course, it is the pool in the end.
The roof is tall and arched. The swimming pool is ten meters wide and about fifty meters long. There are green potted plants as high as one person on both sides. A small white table is equipped with a chair. On the table is a saucer and newspaper. And snacks. Seeing Hank's arrival, Boris swam to the side of the pool and got up on the shore. He was half-naked upper body, only wearing a pair of swimming trunks that were almost as short as the thigh, without abdominal muscles, but the upper body was well stretched and there was no excess fat. He took the black bathrobe from the housekeeper, put it on him, and took the saucer from the table.
His wet hair stayed on his forehead submissively, water dripping from his chin, he no longer held the aura of controlling the overall situation, thought, Hank and him are probably less than half a meter away (maybe closer), you can see To the light brown pupils of his soft tones, his eyes were as wet as his own.
This was the scene of his visit to Boris yesterday. Hank recalled it. The dream was very clear. He didn't know that he was still observing the furnishings in the clear spring in the dark night so carefully. But suddenly Hank felt a little warm in his head. He wanted to deflect his head, and the scene before him suddenly changed.
On the dance floor with flashing lights, stood a silver-haired man in a casual suit jacket, with one hand on the bar and a glass of champagne in the other. He saw Hank, drank the champagne in the glass, put the glass on the bar, and walked straight towards Hank.
"Where you come from?" The man is taller than Hank. He puts his face close to Hank. Hank can feel the heat sprayed on his shirt. The man's hand is resting on him. On the shoulders, move up and down. "Nowhere (not from where)." Hank gently stepped forward and pulled the man to a dim corner that was only occasionally illuminated by colorful lights. He pressed the man against the wall and kissed those thin lips-- "Just do me a favor." He helped the man solve a big problem, and now it's his turn to be helped. "Just do me a favor." Hank said provocatively, reaching into the man's suit jacket and stroking his waist through the shirt.
The man gave a low chuckle, slid his hand from his shoulder to Hank's belly, and touched Hank's belt with one hand. "My pleasure."

 

"Ding Ding! Ding!" Hank woke up from his sleep, half-closed his eyes, groping on the bedside table, where is the phone? This damn weird dream!
"Hello? Hello, this is Hank."
"Hey, Hank, I think I have an emergency here, you need to come right away."
At the end of the day, he had his own medical team and assistant Divia, rescued several patients, and moved into Boris’s guest house in Qingquan in the Dark Night, and at the same time became Boris’s personal doctor.
Of course Hank only intends to stay for a summer vacation. He really needs to deal with his financial problems, so let's go ahead. At least he still has a chance to become a doctor, and both the rich and the less-rich need a doctor who visits. Of course, the Hampton Heritage Hospital does not seem to be that bad either, at least the female Doctor Beta is very good-looking, Hank thought. Her name is Jill.

 

As a summer holiday destination, Hampton on Long Island, New York has always had good weather conditions. There were only a few small clouds floating in the blue sky. The open soft golf lawn, convenient golf carts, and a small basket of golf balls, this is a perfect afternoon.
Evan wears a light blue casual shirt, light yellow pants, and white sneakers. He is trying to press down his body, relax his arms and grab the golf club. 3, 2, 1, good shot! The ball flew straight to the traffic lane outside the lawn. Evan raised his head to search, but saw two black SUVs escorting a transporter carrying a huge white container towards Boris' manor. With doubts and curiosity, he drove the golf cart to follow them and stopped in the square.
Evan sneaked into the room quietly, but only saw a huge glass tank (a luxurious transparent swimming pool may be more appropriate), which prevents many fish and algae from swimming in the ocean. Boris secretly raised a mermaid? He thought confused.
The truth is always surprising. When Evan tapped the glass with his hand, a shark swam towards him. Oh my god! ! Evan was taken aback, his heart was pounding, and I had to get out of here immediately. Boris can even raise sharks. Is it true of rich people?
The sound of walking footsteps prompted him to hide in the corner under the stairs, and by the way, he heard a conversation between Boris and a man. "This is a 10-foot-long sand tiger shark, a greedy predator with belly up, anesthesia in a natural state." "She is what I want, I should tell Katie." Evan vaguely heard Boris' response. Katie? Who is Katie? Things got stranger.
Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate. Evan's heart beats, but it doesn't seem to be noticed. He hurriedly left the dark night clear spring.
He has to tell Hank about the big thing.

However, the panic caused by Valentina's tuberculosis immediately made him forget the incident. When he happily solved a big problem with Divia and returned to the guest house, he found Boris sitting on the sofa in the living room, fiddling with the computer.
"Even Richard Lawson (Evan Richard Lawson), CPA (Certified Accountant). Are you a spy, Mr. Lawson?" For the first time Evan saw Boris with a small black frame. Eyes, wearing a casual shirt with stripes of plum color and pink, it seems that he is very young, he is looking at the information in the computer.
Evan was stunned.
"Mr. Lawson, do you infringe on my privacy? If you infringe on my privacy, it will not be as simple as breaking into a private house." Boris has turned his back to Evan and checked with a notebook in one hand.
Evan was almost unable to utter any words, but soon, at Boris's hint, he replied: "I didn't see anything." Boris wanted him to control his mouth and keep it secret.
After getting Evan's accurate answer, Boris sat up from the sofa and looked straight at Evan. Evan could see the decisiveness and ruthlessness in his eyes, and turned and left.

On the other side, Boris and Jill (the Beta female doctor) were sitting at a small table next to the vending machine in the hospital after the female restaurant owner who had a sudden illness was sent to the hospital, talking about doctors and patients, and those people Disgusting hospitals have unreasonable rules.
Hank’s little humor made Jill laugh. He thought it might be a way to get his head out of the melancholy thoughts of ‘breaking up by fiancee’, and maybe there will be a wonderful night when they are all grown-ups. Then, Jill was called away by Doctor Gray, leaving him with an apologetic smile.
Okay, maybe he has other opportunities to explore the night. Hank returned to the guest house, Evan was not there, maybe he went to one of the parties held by the wealthy Hamptons. Hank shook his head, planning to get rid of those depressed thoughts. His ex-fiance called him. This was originally their scheduled wedding date. Unfortunately, Nikki (Nicole) didn’t want a fiance who had lost her career. She had already moved out of Hank’s apartment. , Hank did not know why she had to call. They won't have a wedding anymore.
To relax, Hank plans to go for a walk. Hampton’s coastline is very beautiful, attracting many wealthy people to buy holiday homes here. Hank walked out of the living room, and then walked to the beach behind the living room, only a few dozen steps, his feet stepped on the sea. Hank took off his leather shoes and socks, walked to where the sea water was knee-high, and walked east along the afterglow of the setting sun.
The sea is not cold, and you will feel warm after soaking for a long time. Hank has stayed long enough, he intends to walk back to the beach. Maybe it was because he swam too far, in the dark black world, he could hardly tell which side he should go back to. There was a small cluster of warm orange bonfires on the beach, with a faint figure standing.
Hank approached, wanting to ask for directions.
The figure became clear gradually, the white bathrobe, tall figure, thin legs, and cocktail glass in his hand, all of which looked like one of the few people Hank thought in Hampton. .
"Hey, Hank." Before Hank could speak, the man with his back turned to greet him. "How did you come here? This is a private beach. Would you like a drink?"
"I think I've been'wandering' in the sea for too long." Hank waved his hand embarrassedly, "Of course. This is Martini? I don't know you still have this hobby of defending the British Empire ( *1)." Hank took the glass.
"(You don't look well, anything trouble you?) You don't look well. Is there a problem?" Boris drank the wine in the glass, took out the olive in it, and licked it gently with his tongue After licking it, he was caught in his lips, and the bonfire faintly left his shadow on the ground.
"Yes, of course I know, it's just a small thing." Of course Hank knows what he looks like. The drenched short-sleeved shirt and trousers are sticking tightly to his body, dripping down. He put the finished wine glass on the table, picked one of several tan bottles, and filled it for himself. He took a big sip, ‘this damn whiskey’, he thought. "So, you stay here alone."
"I only have to think about some questions quietly." Boris quickly called the question back. He reclined on the outdoor sofa and continued to play Tai Chi with Hank.
It should have been a long time, Hank thought. He only felt that his head was a little dizzy, and the wine on the table was almost finished by the two of them in Tai Chi. Of course, I may drink more. He only vaguely remembered that he had fainted and fell on Boris' sofa, next to him, feeling the warm body temperature. "Please don't leave me alone." He only remembered that in his dream he finally left his ex-fiancee not to leave his apartment to cancel the engagement. The fresh, warm after-rain air envelops him. He is in a comfortable embrace, forgetting the hospital management's unreasonable and indifferent accusations, forgetting his lost fiancée, and forgetting the anxiety of obtaining a medical license. He has never felt So comfortable. I wish this could continue, Hank thought.

 

Hank was very comfortable, as if trapped in a soft cloud, the tip of his nose still lingered with the fresh breath of moss after the rain. His hand is on the soft quilt, wait? quilt? Hank sat up and looked around. This is a luxuriously decorated guest room. Is he in Boris' manor?
There was a set of clean clothes on the back of the chair in the room. Hank guessed that Dieter probably prepared this. He washed it hastily and walked out of the room. The people waiting outside saw him and led him to the garden. There are white rococo-style tables and chairs on the lawn. Boris is sitting on it with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper and a cup of coffee in his right hand. "Sit yourself (Hank, sit.)."
Hank sat down. He was sitting directly opposite Boris, and the waiter next to him brought him breakfast and coffee. "I'm sorry to disturb you last night."
"It's okay, this is not a big problem." Boris responded, "After all, you still have work to complete with me today, don't you? Hope you haven't forgotten it."
"Of course, about thirty minutes later? It's not good to measure your exercise heart rate just after eating breakfast." Hank replied. Of course he knew that today was the day when he and Boris made an appointment to measure his heart rate.

*-*-*-*-*-*

"There are five seconds left." Hank was standing in front of an observation device. Boris was taking off his shirt and jogging on the treadmill. His chest was attached to the small disc of the measuring instrument. The white sweatshirt and jacket were draped over the running. Side of the machine. "Slowly slow down. The maximum oxygen consumption is 55, which is not bad for your age." He knew how old Boris was.
"You don't have to say the second half of the sentence." Boris took off the patch standing on his chest.
"Tomorrow I will come over to get some blood. You have to fast for 8 hours first." Hank sent data on his tablet.
"You are very thoughtful, Hank, thank you for your medical examination." Boris put on the gray coat topless (he didn't wear the inner shirt).
"I'm also very happy that I can finally make a living." Hank laughed. "People often arrange medical examinations at this special time. Happy birthday, Boris."
Boris's jacket was still wide open, revealing his chest, revealing his collarbone. "I'm not the kind of person who likes to celebrate the passing of time."
"From a medical point of view, your condition is better than 90% of people, and your physical fitness is only 25 years old." Hank turned aside his eyes and changed the subject.
"That's worth celebrating. See Hank tomorrow." Boris seemed to have something urgent, and he didn't treat Hank as politely as he did yesterday. He turned and hurried back indoors.

Jill's friend, a neurologist named Katie, came. Evan has committed his madness for hot girls again, and Hank has to obey his brother's will to ask Jill out, and of course Katie.
"So, what are you studying at Hampton?" Evan asked.
"It's nothing, just research some ordinary projects, but Boris funded us." Katie took a glass of wine.
"Don't expect to inquire about it. Boris likes to be quiet, easy to control, and predictable. You can't inquire about anything here." Jill removed the subject for her good friend.
"I haven't said you yet! Hank, you still have Jill? MSG?" Katie joked.
"Hey, is that the case? What is MSG?" Hank replied a bit stiffly. The relationship between him and Jill was a bit ambiguous, but neither of them seemed to have the momentum to make progress.
Evan quickly intervened in the subject, allowing Hank to avoid being knocked down by embarrassment. And Hank successfully got away with a doctor-patient phone.

*-*-*-*-*-*

After successfully placing the female Alpha whose husband had placed a tracker on her chest (he accompanied the doctor at Hampton Heritage Hospital to take out the device that leaked radioactive radiation), Hank finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This is really unimaginable. The husband was worried that his wife would leave him, so when he was on the verge of bankruptcy, he kept buying and buying. He even arranged for doctors in Brazil to install tracking devices when helping his wife's breast augmentation. The wife accepted it well and even felt that Is the embodiment of love! Know that the device almost killed her during the MRI.
Is love so crazy now? Hank had some doubts about his future. He only intends to stay in Hampton for one summer vacation, and developing a relationship with Jill is obviously reckless.
"Ting bell!" Hank's cell phone rang, and then he drove his car to Boris' manor quickly.
Hank hurriedly walked around inside the manor, Dieter led him to a door, which opened from the inside immediately. Boris wore a pale pink shirt, which matched his complexion. Hank rarely saw men who could control these more feminine colors, and Boris was one of them. However, he did not have time to pay close attention to these small details. There were blood stains on the chest and left arm of Boris' shirt, and the sleeves of his right shirt were tied up. "Hank, something has happened." Boris's eyes were a little flustered, and Hank himself could smell the pheromone on his body. He does not have the strong and highly irritating pheromone like a typical Alpha. It may be because of a little panic. His pheromone is mixed with the smell of sunlight and burning wood.
"Does she need stitches?" Boris asked. Hank was treating Katie who was lying on the table. "No, no, just some shallow tooth marks."
"Hank, let me tell Jill about this. She is always prone to overreaction." Katie, as a female Alpha, remained very calm.
"I can't tell her, it's the privacy of doctors and patients." Hank carefully handled the wound with medical pliers. "Did you see what bit it?"
"No, I'm just swimming." Katie replied, and she glanced at Boris quietly. "I like swimming at night, and I feel something is dragging my legs." Hank smelled a trace of Boris's body. Anxious breath out.
"At this time? Based on the tooth marks and this tooth, I suspect it is a shark. We should call the police to file a case." Hank took out a small canine from the wound on Katie's leg.
"Okay, leave it to me." Boris took the conversation without waiting for Hank to continue, Hank was a little skeptical.

the next day
Hank got up from the bed, put on a blue casual shirt for himself, and walked to the kitchen.
"Are you here, do you have some eggs? Listen, I've already considered Katie's situation, and I plan to pursue her" Evan said, Hank a little helpless about it. "Hey, can you investigate something for me? About the shark bite or pick up the phone and help me report the shark bite." Evan looked surprised, and he unnaturally wanted to move the subject away. "I only care about the bills, brother. To be honest, why do you care about this?"
"This is Boris' business, we don't charge, so can we call?" Hank said. Evan looked even more uncomfortable. "Boris was bitten? Where? Where is it geographically? Where is it physically? Like... Is it serious? Or...?"
"Brother, you know that I can only disclose this to you. I signed a doctor-patient confidentiality agreement." Hank said, "Don't even ask, because I can't."
Evan was a little absent-minded, um, ah, uttering some silly words, and finally he made up his mind and said briefly, "Boris raised a shark in the basement! Henry, I'm serious. I've seen it. Nearly. Distance, personal experience..."
"You raised a shark in the basement!" Hank said loudly as he walked towards Boris, "You called me and you lied to me!" Boris was squatting in a center with a Greek sculpture. In front of the small pond, feeding the goldfish inside, Hank's line of sight was passing through a large cluster of low violets. He didn't know why he was so angry, his pheromone even leaked a little, the smell of hot sun, campfire and whiskey came out. "You intimidated my brother and asked him to lie to me?"
Boris looked helpless, and soon they were standing in the basement.
"Katie studies sharks, so when this shark gets sick, I call her."
"She is sick?"
"It's a very common disease. Sharks in captivity have buoyancy problems. Katie feeds through the shark's stomach in the trough to help the sharks stay afloat."
"Well, this is why Katie is here. But, why is the shark here?" Hank took the pheromone back a bit, and he was obviously uncomfortable seeing Boris frowning.
"Does this have anything to do with medical care, Hank?"
"No, it's okay, but now I feel like I live in a villain’s house. So explain to me, otherwise, I’ll pack my things and leave!" Hank didn’t know why he was so angry, he knew he was in Hampton You can get a higher salary, and you can even repay the pile of bills he piled up before.
Boris smiled, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I like you, Hank. This animal was supposed to be studied in Maryland, but I lost confidence in the research institutions there, so Katie came here to study sharks. . She is thinking about it, yes."
Their dispute was over, and Boris's friendly attitude completely eased Hank's impetuous mood.

*-*-*-*-*-*

In the evening, Hank went to visit Katie.
"So, how are you feeling now?"
"It's not bad, at least without stitches. In about two weeks, I can wear those beautiful beach skirts again." Katie answered him with a smile.
"I'm a little curious, what does MSG mean?" Hank licked his lips and asked his own question.
"MSG, my summer lover."
Hank was waiting in the hall with Boris's test sheet. Boris was talking with three men in suits and leather shoes. He was wearing a pink and sky blue striped shirt and a white suit jacket. Boris saw Hank and soon ended the conversation and walked towards him.
"I just got your blood test report, nothing serious."
"Is there nothing abnormal?"
"Uh, your CPK is a bit high, but there is nothing to worry about."
"CPK (creatine phosphokinase)"
"Yes, but if you do strenuous exercise, it will also increase. There is no other sign that your muscles are damaged." Hank concluded.
"Can I print it out?" Boris took the report to Hank, turned and walked away.
Hank turned around and walked down the stairs and called the hospital. Boris was too sensitive to his test sheet. "Yes, I got the routine blood test form, but I want you to have a comprehensive test on that blood, the sooner the better."
There were so many people at Hampton Station, and Hank interspersed among the crowd, looking for the man he was looking for. He saw the recognizable blond hair and walked forward quickly. "Evan told me that you were leaving. He was frustrated."
"Me too, but that's not why you came." Katie said.
"What are you going to do to that shark?"
"I plan to study the immune system, T cell mutations and things like that."
"Then why did Boris change his plan again?" Hank was a little anxious.
"I'm sorry, I signed a non-disclosure agreement with him."
"Well, I'm just curious, does your research have anything to do with human medicine?"
"Not really, but there are some outstanding geneticists who do this kind of research. I have to go." Katie didn't really want to talk about it. Hank watched her get on the bus, and he had to turn back and walk towards his car.
"Hey! Hank, if you want to chase Boris! As soon as possible, I can only say, don't miss the opportunity. You are lucky, don't hurt him" Katie shouted to Hank.
Hank returned to his house and found Dieter was waiting there.
"I have received a lot of news from you from Mr. Kuestervon Jurgensratenicz." Dieter said.
"Yes, I need Boris now!"
"He has gone on a long trip and is not sure about the date, so please don't call, thank you." Dieter left indifferently.
As soon as he left, Hank made a call. "Hello, this is Dr. Lawson. Check the last blood report."
Evan was coming in through the side door. "I have found the doorway, it seems that things are not so good."
"What?" Hank's voice increased. "Okay." He hung up.
Evan couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"
"First of all, Boris changed his medical research plan after getting the blood test report, and then his blood disappeared from the laboratory magically. Evan, one of my patients passed the medical examination smoothly. The problem is that he is sick. But I didn't find it." Hank's pale gray eyes reflected bitterness.
He asked Jill out, and Jill was about to talk to him.
"I don't want to be with a person who is destined to leave anymore, lest Luohua deliberately flows and is ruthless, and things are unpredictable." Jill said straightforwardly.
"Maybe we should slow down and stop here." Hank replied, "We all understand what this means."
After sending Jill away, Hank continued to walk towards the beach. He rolled up his trouser legs and stepped into the sea. The warm sea surrounded him, reminding him that he was leaning against Boris in the night before, and the heat on Boris also surrounded him in this way. He blamed himself very much. As a doctor, he knew that something was wrong with his patient, but he was negligent. MSG, my summer lover. He was just planning to stay in Hampton for a summer, maybe he shouldn't be so sensitive. However, summer will eventually come to an end, as Katie said, it should be time to chase. Even if the relationship can only be saved for one summer, since he has come to Hampton with nothing, what can he give up?
Hank rushed into the waves, fearless. It's time to take the initiative to Boris, he thought.

 

"Hey, Hank, I heard you are looking for Boris?" Jill was holding a glass of champagne (they were celebrating Tucker's birthday), "Can't you just go and knock on the door next door?"
"No, he's gone, he didn't reply to me." Hank hesitated. This is obviously not a good topic. You know, talk to your former ambiguity about another man, even if he and Boris now The relationship has not progressed at all. This is really embarrassing.
"Hank, is there anything wrong with Boris?" Jill lowered her head. She was wearing high heels, taller than Hank. Her face was full of guilt, and Hank's heart was red. What else did he not know?
"That blood sample, it was lost in the laboratory, that was my work." Jill said.
"Sorry, but isn't it the duty of a court administrator to ensure that the items are not lost?" Hank knew that what he said was very much like an accusation, but he did feel very disappointed.
"Boris is out of privacy considerations, and his blood sample will eventually be thrown away as usual." Jill lowered his head.
‘Privacy, privacy, privacy! How many things are you hiding for me to know! Evan, Jill, Katie, do people around me know what I don’t? Hank wanted to get angry, but the result of trying to suppress his anger only made him more frustrated. Why didn't I find out what was wrong with the people around me in time.
"But the laboratory did not throw away its record."
"Because I have no record." Jill continued to ask, "Is Boris sick? I know you must respect his privacy."
"Listen, I didn't consider whether to divulge his privacy, because I don't know anything!" Hank put the wine glass on the table in frustration, the wine sloshing over. damn it! ! ! ! I do not know anything! ! "Yes, I'm afraid he is sick." In the end, he pursed his lips, made a conclusion, and admitted his omission.
He is sick, I don't know.
As his doctor, he is sick, I don't know.
Is this a minor illness or a terminal illness?
I do not know.
I didn't even discover his problem during his birthday physical examination. Did he have a happy birthday? Will the grand party held in the Qingquan of Dark Night make him happy, or remind him of his death?
This is the third day after his birthday.
Did I ‘kill’ another patient? Will he die in front of me? Just like Mr. Greydon, who was sitting on billions of dollars, died of sudden surgical complications when he left to treat other patients. He would still die even if I stayed by his side, and I made a decision that all doctors would make.
But will Boris? Will he leave when I am not aware of his illness? When I'm not by his side?
Hank's heart is full of questions, his guilt, his chagrin, and his secret love for Boris. There is no love at first sight in this world. It is medically proven that it is just an illusion caused by hormone secretion. When Hank was in medical school, he laughed at people for irrational love, marriage, and divorce because of pheromone and hormones thousands of times. And now, he seems to have become a member of that ‘irrational’.
He casually walked into the guest house of Dark Night Qingquan, his current home, weakly lying on the sofa. The corner of Hank's eyes turned away and he saw a letter on the coffee table. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and some crazy thoughts began to pop up in his heart. May God bless him. He opened the letter. It came from Boris.
Open the envelope. Inside is a brief invitation note with a black and white family crest printed on the top. Below is Boris's name-Boris Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz. Below are a few lines of time and place written in pen (PENTHOUSE, THE AMBROSIA BUILDING, 10 AM) "Meet on the top floor at ten in the morning, New York".

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Hank didn't know what Boris wanted to hint or tell him, he only knew that he jumped into his old Saab like a child and drove all the way to New York.
This is a prosperous city, tall and spiky buildings, and reinforced concrete forests. The men and women on the street are dressed in cool clothes, and the shopping malls come and go. He was forced to leave like a bereaved dog and could not find any medical-related jobs. The car was not driving fast on a congested road. Suddenly a jewelry store on the side of the street caught Hank's eyes. He drove the car into the parking lot.
The name of this jewelry store is "bright day", which is a bit like the spelling of "birthday". Hank remembered the credit card in his pocket. In just a few weeks, the credit card changed from an overdraft card to a vault with large sums of money. The wealthy people in Hampton are always generous.
The last time he stepped into the jewelry store, he still bought an engagement ring for his ex-fiancée. Hank stood at the door and hesitated for a few minutes. He looked at his watch. It was 7:20. It was very close to the place Boris had appointed. There is a lot of time to spend.
"What sir do you want to see? Will you come for your partner, watch, ring, earring, or something else?" the clerk in the jewelry store greeted him.
"I want to do it for my...a friend, maybe cufflinks?" Hank was a little lacking in confidence about his whim.
"Good friend? Or on the way to becoming a lover?" The clerk began to tease moderately, and at the same time led him to a new counter. "What type do you want to see? Square, circle, polygon, or other tricks? of?"
The square is too old-fashioned, the round is too ordinary, and the polygon seems too fancy. Hank was a little troubled. He circled the counter, carefully observing the cufflinks inside. He looked at the ceiling in confusion, swept it down, and saw a jewel placed on the showcase nearby (it was reflected in Hank's eyes under the light). "how about this?"
The golden palm leaves are arranged on both sides of the lake blue gemstones, and a little bit of diamonds are inlaid at the bottom of the palm leaves. Although it is a pentagonal shape, it is not fancy. The surface of the gemstone is cut into multiple sides and shimmers under the light. This reminded Hank of Boris's light eyes, extremely pale blue. He always mistakenly thought of light brown. They were never too close, which was a bit difficult to identify.
"It's about this." Hank made a final conclusion. The clerk next to him went back to the store and talked with someone (probably the manager). The manager walked over and brought his gloves to Hank to take out the beautiful pair of cufflinks. .
"This is beautiful, it has some history. This lake-blue gem was disassembled from the crown of a 17th-century aristocratic woman who was photographed in England. She and his husband have a very good relationship, but their descendants a hundred years later are unfortunate. I’m bankrupt. I think this has a good meaning and I wish you success.” The manager who packed the cufflinks into a small box and put them in the bag complimented. Hank didn’t care if the manager was just talking arrogantly. His heart was for this. Little misunderstanding and happy.
Walking out of the building holding this small bag, Hank took out the box and put it in his trouser pocket to keep it secret. Although this is a present three days late.

*——*——*——*

Along the long and dim corridor, Hank, guided by the guards, reached the place agreed by Boris.
"Boris, what's the matter?" Hank had many questions, but couldn't tell them.
"I've been contacting you, Hank." Boris was wearing a light blue shirt with a navy blue suit jacket and an orange-pink handkerchief on the outer pocket of the suit. "Hank, you think you are here to save my life, but in fact, I might be here to save you."
"It's not me who is sick, Boris," Hank replied, "tell me what happened."
"I found out that the people from the Greyden family are putting pressure on the licensing bureau to revoke your medical license." Boris picked up the transparent bottle and poured a glass of wine into his glass.
"They want to withdraw my license now? They took my property and made me into New York City. Isn't it enough to drive me out of the city?" Hank was angry, and the cufflink box in his pocket seemed to be hot ,"How did you know?"
"Your name is closely related to my business." Boris handed Hank the wine glass in his hand.
"A business that makes you overreact to a reasonable increase in creatine phosphokinase levels or to take blood samples from the laboratory?" Hank's heart softened. What business relationship does he have with Boris? Boris is his Employers, nothing more, their relationship can be quickly dissolved, he cares about Boris's little favoritism, but he cares more about Boris's health. He took the wine.
"I'm responsible to the whole world, Hank." Boris said something obviously illogical. Hank's heart was a little excited, but thinking of his illness, it sank again. "You are sick, as your doctor, I want to understand the condition."
"You are an emergency room doctor, Hank, not a diagnostician. You can't do it without a license."
"The people of Greydon can't take my license. I didn't neglect, I did nothing wrong."
"If they have an interest in the Licensing Bureau, it doesn't matter what you do. Don't underestimate these people, Hank." Boris said, "Trust me."
Hank didn't know whether he should remind Boris that he was also one of those rich men who were'damned'. Hank was convinced, at least now. He wants to have a good talk with his lawyer.
Boris left, and the man who worked for him brought Hank a breakfast.

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"Thank you for the breakfast, Boris." Hank walked back from the balcony and went to Boris' study. "That's delicious. I didn't bother you?" Boris was sitting at the desk and watching. Hank glanced at the computer, and saw that he was wearing a ring on his left middle finger, platinum, with a simple style. Is Boris "see" anyone? The news in Hampton has always spread quickly, and Hank is sure he has never heard of it.
"On the contrary, it is great that you agreed to stay as my personal doctor. I was even happier when you decided to stay with me this morning." Boris changed into a suit and wore a blue and white striped shirt. Wearing a light blue tie and not wearing a suit jacket, it seemed that he was more slender, and he reached out to Hank.
He is taller than me, and Hank sighed in his heart and held back at the same time. Their hands swayed back and forth in the air a few times, but Boris still didn't draw his hand, he stood up.
Hank lowered his head and stared at Boris' palm, then looked up at Boris. "You can't let go of my hand, can you?"
"Yes, I can't let it go." Boris started to smell fresh after rain, and his pheromone overflowed. He was very excited, although his face was still calm.
"Relax." Hank dragged Boris' wrist with his other hand and pinched his wrist joint. A few minutes later, Boris stretched his fingers and he let go of Hank's hand.

*——*——*——*

 

*——*——*——*

Hank and Boris were walking on the streets of New York, followed by two bodyguards in black.
"I want to do a few tests. This muscle contraction may be myotonic muscular dystrophy."
"I checked this disease, Hank." Boris touched his forehead helplessly with one hand.
"Then you probably checked the motor nerves, Parkinson, and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis." Hank tapped one hand on the other and counted the diseases he guessed.
"I have seen every expert physician in the free world, and I have seen it in some places that are not very free." Boris continued to walk forward, his hand always rubbing the back of Hank's hand when swinging back and forth. .
"They don't know what the disease is? So we have to do some..." Hank said eagerly.
"No, my hands feel better, thank you." Boris raised his hand and moved his wrist.
"Boris, we have to talk about your situation."
"This topic is too big, why don't you let us talk about your situation? Do you have a plan?" Boris looked down at Hank.
"I called the lawyer."
"I also made a few calls, I think I can help." Boris said in a low voice.
"How to help?" Hank asked, the Greydon family is not the kind of people who listen to persuasion.
"You still don't know."
"No need, thank you. I will let my lawyer arrange an interview with the Greydon family. It has been a long time, and I will explain it directly to them." Hank said, "You should really care about you more. I am very grateful for your health, Boris."
"Explain? Explain, interesting idea." Boris was defeated by Hank's crazy optimism. Is he too rigid? Or are you tired of spy wars in shopping malls and yearning for people who are always optimistic? If their relationship is only between the doctor and the patient, it will be better. He will eventually die, alone. Why should a kind doctor bear the burden of death of an incurable patient?
Boris looked at Hank's face, sincere and kind, will he be defeated by his own death? It would be better, to die alone.

*——*——*——*

Hank and Boris walked to the door of a bank, and Boris even went forward to open the door for Hankla.
FESTUNG BANK
FRESTUNG Bank
Tall buildings, exquisite design, there are many people in the bank.
Boris took out something that was probably a key from the inner pocket of his suit. They walked through the corridor, and many bank staff in suits greeted him. "Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning, Abba, can you come here?" Boris kept walking forward and had a brief conversation with one of the bank employees.
"It looks like you come here often."
"I have to come because I drove it." Hank and Boris entered a small room through a complicated safe that required identification.
"Some storage boxes have been here since the great-grandfather founded the company."
"He must have spent years of hard work here." Hank watched as Boris opened one of the cabinets.
"Actually, he passed away not long after."
"Drowning accidentally, didn't you? I studied your family."
"Really?" Boris took out what appeared to be a reference book from the narrow cabinet.
"Your father died in an air crash at the age of 44, and your grandfather died while skiing in St. Moritz at the age of 43. They died only a few years older than you. All three died in accidents? All lies, right? You got it. Genetic disease" Hank bullied himself forward.
"And as you know, Hank is a fatal disease." So I can't give you any response, stay away from me, Hank. If then you don’t want to watch me die in front of you.
"You already know your life..." Hank didn't know what to say, maybe some intimate actions would make this sad person better.
"Fate, yes." Boris replied.
"Medical is improving."
"But still very weak." Boris closed the cabinet door forcefully.
"Not necessarily."
"When I was a child, I saw my father fall into pain. He was very character. One day, his muscles lost control. One year later, his brain lost control. He transferred the control of the family business to an unscrupulous partner." Boris stroked his head in pain.
On the day of his father's funeral, the partner also came. He sat alone in the first row of the church, watching many of his father's mall friends coming to express condolences, and watching him with his eyes.
They are a group of vultures.
If he admits his illness, he will once again be sent to the altar.
He would rather die with dignity.

*——*——*——*

"You left Hampton and concealed your illness. Instead, you called me for a license and brought me to your bank. Why? What am I here for?" Hank couldn't help but question.
Is Boris leaving again?
"I admire your integrity, Hank. I want you to do something for me, something no one has done for my father. Stay with me, monitor my condition, and deal with my...challenges." Boris said, " Of course, you have enough time to consider whether to agree."
"I want to know everything about you, I agree." Hank shrugged
"What size are you wearing, Hank? You need a formal suit. Talk to the Greydon family in the afternoon. You want to see them. Your chance comes." Boris answered the phone and said to Hank.

*——*——*——*

A group of people in black suits were standing in the glass conference room discussing something, and Hank was somewhat restrained in the custom suit Boris gave him. He stood in front of the glass door, and the man on the other side opened the door for him.
"Thank you." Hank said softly, he was a little nervous.
"Hello, this is Dr. Hank Lawson." The glass door of the conference room opened and four people came out. Hank knew that it was Boris' lawyer.
"Dr. Lawson, we are members of the Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz team. He asked us to accompany you to the meeting." A female lawyer walking in the front said.
"I told Boris that I can handle it myself." Hank does not want to pull his potential'dating' person into his license dispute, although wanting to do something with his patient is already against the doctors and patients in his heart. Guidelines.
"It's not necessary, Dr. Lawson. They knew how strong their opponents were when they saw us, so they have already made conditions.
"What? What conditions?" Hank didn't know that this matter would turn around. After all, the Greydon family seemed to want to kill him, although he had done nothing wrong. Of course, he understood the heartache of the Grydon family for the loss of family members, but he did just do what any doctor would do, and that was also up to the standard.
"You apologize for the behavior on April 28, 2009, and take full responsibility for the death of Clayton Hale Gardner, and they are willing to not pursue it until the licensing bureau intervenes."
Huck wanted to smile a little bit, which was not the reply he wanted: "What did you tell them?"
"Dr. Lawson, do you want to settle things down?" the female lawyer asked.
"Then what I have to do is to be responsible for this?" Hank lowered his head. Of course he knew that his current behavior looked very ridiculous. It was just an apology and a responsibility that he didn't need to bear, so he could continue to stay in Han. Puton practiced medicine and brought a lot of money. Boris will also help him fix the licensing bureau.
"Take a step back," she said, and Hank knew she was right.
"Well, it's not a step for me." But it was not what he wanted. Perhaps it was the ridiculous innocence and arrogant self-confidence of Alphaism that drove him.
"Dr. Lawson--" The female lawyer wanted to say something more, and Hank interrupted her. "It wasn't my fault that I saved the child's life. Why should I admit it. It's just one thing, I'll tell them (the Greydon family)."
"Hey, Evan, okay, I have to deal with it immediately. Do you have a notebook?" Hank received a call, and he was spinning around the glass door anxiously, and he turned to look at the lawyers.
"I want to use it for a medical emergency." Hank replied. He rushed into the conference room and said to the group of lawyers at the Greydon family who were suing him, "Sorry everyone, I want to use this room, thank you , For medical emergency!"

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Hank walked up the steps and approached Boris. Boris is wearing a blue and white striped shirt, a sky blue tie and a gray striped suit jacket. With a cigar in his hand, he is leaning against the railing of the building's terrace. Some gray hair and his unpredictable expression attracted Hank.
"Hank." Boris turned around.
"Boris," Hank cried, they were only a few inches apart, and the faint cigar smell on him drifted into Hank's nose.
"Montecristo cigar, one of Fidel Castro's brilliant achievements." Boris explained to Hank.
"It sounds great, but it's illegal." When Hank was in medical school, he sometimes met with the students from the law school next door. He knew some legal knowledge. But Boris took a cigar from his shirt pocket and handed it to him. "Okay, let me have one."
Hank put the cigar under his nose and smelled it, which is one of the steps in cigar tasting.
"A hard day?" Boris asked. Of course Hank knew he knew everything. Whether he used a live computer to guide Divia (his medical assistant) to rescue the captain when he was supposed to meet with the lawyers of Greydon’s family, he ruined the meeting and lawyer preparations arranged by Boris by the way. Good plan.
"Yes, you can say so." Hank didn't plan to smoke it. He just absorbed the pheromone and eau de toilette of Boris from the cigar. He pretended to accidentally put the cigar into his pocket.
"Look at the bright side. You used Biane (the female lawyer from the Boris lawyers) laptop, and she decided not to ask you to charge." Boris laughed. "But I admire your enthusiasm, Hank. But. You don’t have to do everything yourself, do you? God created lawyers to do the work, and I can’t imagine it is to let them enjoy life. Let them help you.”
Hank certainly knows that Boris’s advice is correct (from an interest point of view): “Listen, the Greyden family cannot revoke my license. This can’t happen, and they shouldn’t do it either.”
"But let my team plan a new plan." Boris said. Hank felt that he kept losing face in front of the people he liked, but he didn't think he was doing it wrong.
"Thank you, but what I need is fresh air and some time alone." Hank said, he needs to leave Boris immediately to calm down. He could hardly refuse any request under the gaze of Boris's beautiful light blue eyes. Of course his sanity did not exist in front of Boris.
"Then use my car. Natan (Boris' bodyguard) will take you around in the park." Boris didn't want Hank to be alone, especially after he used his own relationship to find out Han After the relationship between Ke and her ex-fiancée. Does Huck go back to see his ex-fiancee? Will they stay together? His fiancée left him because he could not find any medical jobs in the city, and now Hank has a lot of money in his pocket and has a stable job as a private doctor.
"If I were with Natan, I wouldn't really be alone."
"With Natan, you can absolutely be alone, trust me." Boris defended. What is Hank thinking, does he think I am invading his privacy? I have never been able to leave the bodyguard, because every day someone would invite a killer in order to obtain my family's property, and use all kinds of tactics to kill me. And even if my ancestors and I did not die from these deliberate murders, they would die from our own "family heritage-genetic disease". It's really abnormal to go out with a bodyguard, at least in Hank's opinion, and I am the abnormal person.
"I won't go with Natan. But thank you. See you later." Hank continued Boris's words.
"Have fun." Boris watched Hank leave, and he thought of his final outcome. Everyone will leave you. This is the sad legacy of Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz. He will not leave this legacy with huge wealth to his heirs, and he does not intend to have any heirs. Life itself is a painful torture.

 

Hank wandered the streets of New York City alone, letting his thoughts drift away. In front of him was a hospital, St. Arnold Hospital, he had visited this hospital when he was a little emergency doctor. Maybe it was a car accident. An ambulance parked at the door of the hospital and sent a patient with a slight abrasion in the car to the hospital. An emergency doctor in a pale green emergency suit was assessing the condition of the injured at the entrance of the hospital.
‘That’s a young man, just like me. Hank thought, if I did not leave New York, I would also be such an ordinary emergency doctor, and I would soon enter the marriage hall with my fiancee. He unconsciously touched his pocket, which contained an expensive cigar.
He has never felt so firm.
I can handle those license matters. This is not MSG (my summer lover), and Boris will not be just a summer lover. He should be the "summer lover" who will spend together. I hope he will keep it for a long time.
I want him to be my...love.
But this is impossible, at least it violates his professional ethics and doctor-patient guidelines. Boris wouldn't think so.
I have to leave. Hank didn't know how to respond to Boris, maybe he could avoid having an emergency case in Hampton? Maybe. This is a good excuse.

*——*——*——*

"Maybe we can solve it like this..." Boris and his lawyers walked down the street, discussing the new defense plan in a low voice.
"We may be able to apply like the Licensing Bureau... That would be better solved..." What to solve...? Boris felt that his brain suddenly couldn't keep up with the speed of the people around him. He opened his eyes and looked to his side. The facial features of the male lawyer (johnathan Jonathan) who was talking to him became blurred. No, the whole world changed. It was very vague, like a lampshade, and he could only see the world dimly through the lampshade.
"Let's do it for now, we will discuss it next time." Boris sent them hurriedly. He couldn't let anyone know about his illness, he was dizzy, like floating in the sky, and even unstable. There was a pain in his eyebrows, and he couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, the pain did not relieve.
what should I do?
Boris swayed to the river on the street, holding the railing with one hand to prevent himself from falling.
Who can be trusted? nobody?
He felt that his pheromone made him susceptible to abnormalities, and he even wanted to cry, and a sourness filled his throat and nose.
He struggled to broadcast the number.
"I need your help." Boris didn't know what his tone of voice was, but he was desperate.
"Sorry, Boris, I'm about to go home." Hank was leaving, and Boris heard his answer. This may be the best choice, just like that, quickly waiting for the end of life.
"Hank, the situation has deteriorated." Boris heard his difficult sentence. Will Hank leave? He will not, because he is controlled by his deliberate (or not) condition again, he will not give up any patients, and he takes advantage of this.
I will hurt Hank, eventually. Boris took a deep breath. Maybe in a while, I will stay away from Hank. Just let Hank warm me for a while.
"Where are you?" Hank asked, the expression on his face becoming stiff.
"In Battery Park." A ground was reported on the other side of the phone.
"Okay, listen, we'll see you at the monument." Hank ordered, and Alpha's desire for control was perfectly displayed in him. His heart beats faster, in order to save the one he loves.
"No, I can't make it." Boris said.
"Why not?" Hank got into the car and lit. The development of the matter exceeded his imagination.
"I can't see clearly, Hank," Boris said, and he hung up the phone.

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"Boris!" There was a voice in the distance. Boris watched a fuzzy blue block (this bad taste) move closer to him. That is Hank. He suddenly relaxed.
He wanted to walk towards Hank, but felt that his legs were a little unwilling, and he fell forward.
Hank supported him, and he fell into Hank's arms. Boris fell awkwardly in the arms of Alpha who was shorter than himself, smelling the pheromone smell of the warm fire on Alpha's clothes. "Sit." Alpha helped him onto the bench.
"Can you see anything?" A ball of light moved around in front of Boris' eyes. It was a medical flashlight that Hank used to check his eyesight.
"I can see the outline, it's blurry," Boris replied.
"Okay, I want to roll up your sleeves." Hank asked, but Boris did not answer. Hank did not stop his hands, rolled up the sleeves of the billionaire, showing his forearms.
A red rash appeared on the soft and white forearm, which was not a symptom that Boris should have. "Why didn't you mention this?" Hank asked, standing, leaning over his body, unconsciously releasing alpha pheromone, creating coercion.
"I don't think it is necessary." Perhaps because of his unwell body, Boris felt that he could not lie in front of Hank, only to obey.
"I'm your doctor, it's necessary." Hankla opened the collar of Boris' shirt. Not surprisingly, he saw a redness on the back of his neck and the softness of the back neck that secretes pheromone. The meat is tender and exudes the fearful pheromone of the people under him.
Is Boris Alpha? He doesn't look like it.
Hank's hand rubbed the soft flesh on the back of Boris's neck, and Boris almost jumped up. The soft flesh on the back of Boris's neck gradually faded from red and turned into pale pink under the caress of Hank's alpha pheromone. This is the soothing spirit and pheromone unique to Alpha and Omega.
Boris is an Omega. Hank was almost knocked down, but he didn't have time to think about those romantic affairs: "Did you use any more medicine? I don't think your disease caused the vision loss. The rash spread from the injection site, you Blindness and measles spread all over. What are you waiting for, paralysis or death?" Hank increased his pheromone secretion, and he was very angry because of his patient's concealment.
"I gave myself a few shots." Boris murmured.
"After a few shots, it's a shark, that's your purpose. You want to get embryonic cells from the shark." Hank made a conclusion.
"Very good, Mr. Detective. Collect your pheromone." Boris countered.
"What do you want to do?" Hank withdrew his pheromone, wanting to hear Boris' explanation.
"Repair my immune system, Hank, do everything possible..." Boris explained.
He was interrupted by Hank, "Then let me help you." Hank helped Boris into his old cyber car and drove to the building where they temporarily lived in New York.

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"After the foreign body protein cleans your body system, the symptoms will disappear. During this period, I will give you some steroids to reduce your inflammation." Boris lay on the chair and let the fluid that can relieve his symptoms flow in. Own veins.
"How are you so sure that these symptoms are not due to my special physical condition?" Boris asked. How can you be sure that these symptoms are not caused by my body that is about to die and stop heartbeat and blindness.
"Blindness and skin rashes are manifestations of immune system diseases, which are immune responses to foreign proteins that enter the body. They are shark cells. Maybe muscle spasms are also due to immune responses. We can't make a conclusion until the protein in your body is cleared." Hank approaches Boris , Knelt down by his chair and carefully checked Boris' forearm, the rash there had faded. "Why would you want to do that?"
"There is a study now, you don't know, Hank." Boris said, his illness has been relieved for the most part, except that he still can't see anything. He felt his body temperature and height, and his body was hot.
"Boris, you must stop right away." Hank was holding Boris's hand to try to persuade him, but Boris uncharacteristically returned to hold Hank and put his hand tightly on Huck's arm. "What you put into the body is not medicine."
"I don't have the capital to be critical, do I?" Boris asked rhetorically, his hand moving up and hanging on Hank's elbow. "You are so cool, Hank."
"Just this time, Boris, trust me. That's why you hired me in the first place, isn't it?" The phone in the pocket of Boris's suit suddenly dinged.
"I can't see, what's on it?" Boris handed the phone to Hank.
"Wait a minute, Boris." Hank felt that Boris was a little strange, and Boris's body temperature was a little too high. But he couldn't tell, he had to keep a distance from this unbound Omega in order to calm himself. "Blue sky, it says."
"Oh, that's about you." Boris looked back weakly.
"Sorry, I don't quite understand." Hank asked, "Boris, are you okay? You don't look good."
"Your medical license is kept."
"what have you done?"
"Who said what I did? Maybe the Greydon family was moved by your idealism (saving a life in front of the lawyers), just like me now." Boris said, he was persuaded by Hank , Maybe he really should stop the shark research. "Can I stay alone for a while, Hank?" Boris felt a fever in the back of his neck, which is obviously too abnormal. His estrus period has only passed 4 weeks, and it should be next month. Will go through another estrus period. Boris was a little bit dry, he wanted to get up, take his own inhibitor. But he has to get rid of Alpha in his room first.
"Of course." Hank turned to leave the room.
Boris watched Hank walk towards the door, he stood up with difficulty, pulled the pole of his sling, and tried to move to his desk.
"Boris!!" Hank, who had already walked out the door a few steps, returned, took Boris to the bed, and found the alcohol cotton in his first aid kit to stop Boris from bleeding. "what happened to you?"
Boris felt his mouth feel dry, and his body couldn't help rubbing the sheets: "Hank, can you help me get the injection from the desk? The third frame from the left."
Hank bounced off the sheets and quickly opened the drawer. There was a small black box in the drawer. Hank opened him. Inside were several injections, labeled AZ1975. This is the most expensive inhibitor in the black market, with excellent effects and unpredictable damage to the body. Hank has seen a lot of news about overdose with AZ1975 on TV. This inhibitor has been listed as a banned drug by the federal government. It is impossible for him to let Boris use this inhibitor, not only because of the harm it will cause, but the highest indicator of the ingredients disclosed by AZ1975 is the sham protein*, which will destroy the body that Boris has just injected with the foreign protein.
"You are in estrus. I can buy you some Omega essential medicines and equipment for estrus through the pharmacy." Hank said, "You can't use this inhibitor, it will destroy the process of your shark cells, you Maybe it will die, Boris." Hank pursed his lips and put the inhibitor back in the drawer.
"No, you can't. Those who stare at me will find out." Boris curled his body on the sheet. "Hank, please, give me the medicine."
"Boris, I can't." Hank approached Boris and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water." A glass of water cannot solve Boris' current situation, and Hank knows this.
"Then now, help me solve it." Boris's slender thigh rubbed the inner side of Hank's calf, and Hank almost fell to the floor. "There is no mark, no knots are allowed."
Hank was pulled onto the bed by Boris. Boris’s blue and white striped shirt had been pulled out of his trousers, most of the buttons had been torn apart, his belt had been untied, and it had fallen to the calf, exposing white thigh skin. . And his white thighs were rubbing against Hank's waist pornographically, his body arched forward and eagerly pulled the buttons of Hank's casual jacket.
"Fuck me, if you don't give me an inhibitor." Boris leaned over Hank's ear and said, his hand untied Hank's belt and held it down.
"Fuck." Hank took a deep breath. "Be patient, Boris." Hank watched with trepidation as Boris put his newly bandaged hand on his chest. Now his lower body asked him to press Boris on the bed and fuck Boris fiercely; and his mind kept flashing the doctor-patient guidelines, he didn't know that Boris was so enthusiastic on the bed.
Boris licked his three hands and inserted them into his back hole. The back was already wet, and Hank could see Boris's fingers inserted, squeezing the mucus out of his body, which was too erotic. Boris pressed Hank on the bed, straddled Hank, and fucked himself with three fingers. His slender fingers slipped into the body, spinning around jerky, passing through certain sensitive points from time to time, and screaming.
"Hank, I thought you would be more like a doctor." Boris said. Hank was not sure if he still had his sanity. "Now, come to treat me, Dr. Lawson. I feel bad." Bao Reese stood up with half-curved legs trembling, holding Hank's hot penis, smearing the liquid from his back acupoints on it, straightening his body, and sitting on it.
The hard penis was inserted into the hot and humid passage, and Hank felt his genitals sucked by the soft flesh inside Boris's body. It was an Alpha who couldn't maintain his sanity in this provoked situation. Hank maliciously pushed upwards, his penis broke through the soft hole and deepened. He went too deep, and the glans suddenly hit Boris' genital cavity. mouth. Boris was interrupted in the rhythm, completely lost the initiative, slumped on Hank's body, and whispered in Hank's constant struggling: "Too deep, Hank, slow down."
Hank got up, rolled over and pressed Boris under him. The penis turned around in Boris's genital cavity, and the genital cavity spit out hot and humid water on Hank's glans. Boris was irritated by the jab at the sensitive point and could only hold Hank's arm weakly, begging: "It's too deep, don't go in, Hank. I beg you." This Omega was thoroughly stimulated by sex. The fall, he clamped his back hole in fear. Hank lowered his head and held Boris's nipple tip, licked the red soft flesh on the back of Boris's neck, felt the fear of the people under him physically stiffening his body for fear of being marked, and Boris clamped it tighter.
"Shhh, Boris, relax." Hank gently soothed Boris, but his movements became more intense under him. The thick penis was constantly being pulled out, allowing the lewd fluid in Boris's back acupuncture to flow out, and it opened wide at the mouth of the acupuncture. Without recovering, he vigorously pushed back, smashing the lewd liquid into white foam. He hasn't lost his mind completely yet, he keeps sticking to the genital cavity, but has not entered. Hank's cock head was finely ground and slammed into the delicate genital cavity, in exchange for Boris's crying scream and gasping.
After dozens of vigorous thrusts, Boris climaxed, and he began to beg, "Okay, stop. Hank. No more." His acupuncture points kept cramping and tightening, sucking Hank's penis, and Hank didn't intend to let the duplicity billionaire under him like this: "You still hold me tightly, Boris." He turned Boris over so that Boris turned his back to him, deeper. Entered Boris. Hank's penis rubbed Boris's sensitive spots all the way, making Boris tremble sensitively after orgasm, and tears flowed out of Boris's eye sockets unconsciously. "Slow down, Hank."
Hank doesn't have much sexual experience. He spends most of his life studying medical knowledge, but this does not mean that he will be easily coaxed by a few words from older men. As an Alpha, Hank's sexuality is considered to be at the upper-middle level. Although he certainly has not compared it, he knows that he is not bad. Although lacking skills, his previous bed partners are very satisfied.
Hank leaned down and throbbed hard, and he went deeper. Boris was trembling sensitively under him, Hank held Boris’ earlobes, and the heat sprayed on Omega’s ears: "I won’t mark you, don’t worry." His hand moved to the elder’s nipple. It was already congested and swollen and became a little hard. Hank rubbed it vigorously, squeezing Boris's nipple tip, satisfied with the feeling that the person under him was sensitively straightening his waist, allowing himself to go deeper. After Boris had three orgasms, Hank felt that he was about to shoot, and the knot on the head of his penis began to swell. "Get out, please, Hank, don't mark me!" Boris started screaming, kicking in fear on the sheets.
"Shhh, relax, I won't mark you." Hank pulled out his penis, his penis left the hot and humid acupuncture points, and pressed against the roots of Boris's tender and white thighs, and Hank rubbed the inside of Boris's thighs. After more than a dozen shots, it came out and formed a knot outside the body.
He bit into the soft flesh on the back of Boris's neck and gave Boris a temporary mark. This was an unexpected estrus. Hank estimated that the inhibitor Boris injected reacted with the shark cells, causing Boris’s inhibitor to fail and the estrus period was advanced. After all, this is not Boris's correct estrus period, so he comes and goes fast. Boris should still experience estrus on a fixed day in March, this is just a sudden accident.
"Hank, thank you." Boris rolled over tiredly and looked up at Hank. He raised his head and kissed the corner of Hank's lips.
"It's okay." Hank didn't want Boris to think that this was just for ‘help’, although it was indeed ‘help’. However, he still yearned for Boris' feelings... Hank's brain was in a mess.
Hank looked down at Boris. Boris was lying on the bed. The previous flipping motion made him overflow from the acupuncture point and tickly fall off the bed sheet. Boris would never like this when he woke up.
Hank filled the bathtub and gently carried Boris in. Boris was still sleeping comfortably. He peeled off the only remaining shirt on Boris and cleared Boris's body with clear water. His hand gradually moved down to Boris's back acupuncture point. Hank's fingers were gently inserted and rotated in it, leading out a large amount of liquid in Boris's body. His fingers sometimes rubbed Boris's sensitive spots, causing Boris to bow and choke. But Boris was too tired. He did not wake up when Hank had washed Boris and put him on the bed with clean sheets.
Hank was lying next to Boris. The lack of security of Omega in estrus caused Boris to curl up in Hank's arms. This was a strange posture, especially when Boris was taller than Hank. But Hank felt great. This may only be an illusion, this is just an accident, but he wants to continue this accident.
He kissed Boris' eyes. "Good night, Boris."
Good night, my summer lover, my missed lover.

 

Note: The inhibitory part of the cold protein is made up, and the biology is extremely poor. Please bear with me.

The curtains were gently blown open by the wind, and the sun turned a bend into this room with transparent glass floor-to-ceiling windows. Before Hank opened his eyes, he tried to raise his arms to see what time it was. The warm touch in his arms stunned him. This is not his Nanke dream, he really has sex with Boris!
He leaned close to Boris's neck cautiously, took a deep breath, sniffed the smell of the pheromone of the two of them in the air. The soft and sensitive moss shyly put itself away under the warm bonfire, the raindrops and the hot flame eagerly combined, evaporated, hovered up, and gushed down the window. This is the morning that Alpha dreams of. If you have to smash to the end, maybe there is still a child missing, a child with blood from both sides.
"I assume you are not so ‘high-spirited’." Omega in Hank’s arms announced that he had woken up, and already felt that Hank’s genitals were pressing against his ass irregularly.
"My question." Hank moved back, and Boris sat up on the side of the bed and put on his nightgown. He pretended that he didn't see Boris's blunt movements when he walked. He should have been more patient in foreplay yesterday, although Boris was almost wet. He awkwardly walked into the bathroom to take a shower and relieve his physical needs.
"Mr. Lawson, your phone keeps ringing." However, when he walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, he saw Dieter (Boris' housekeeper) waiting for him outside. Hank couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
"Okay, thank you very much." Hank took the call and gave instructions to Divia's work as a personal doctor in Hampton.

Hank was sitting alone on the terrace having breakfast. A muffin dipped in honey and a few strawberry slices cut into triangles, with coffee of course. "I hope you are satisfied with the breakfast I arranged."
He knew it was Boris: "Thank you very much, do you want to talk?" Hank felt his words stuck in his throat.
"H-Hank," Boris lengthened his tone. This ordinary name popped on the German tongue, like a sliced strawberry being roasted on a fire, overflowing with juice. An indescribable feeling, "Of course I want to talk about my health. You are my doctor."
"You think the inhibitor you used reacted with the shark cells you injected, causing you to have blindness, estrus and other symptoms. My suggestion is that you should stop the drug immediately, whether it is shark cells or you bought it from the black market. Powerful inhibitors, it’s all damaging your health."
"I will consider it, Hank."

 

Hank sat on the sofa and swiped the page to view the information about the shark cells he had read.
Sharks are the most primitive animals possessing antibodies. The study of the structure of shark antibodies can further understand how its immune system works. ….. Shark’s immune cells are produced in the spleen, thymus, and unique tissues related to the sex glands (esophageal organs) and esophagus (Leydig organs), and a large number of immune cells actually mature when circulating in the blood. The spleen and uniqueness are the most important immune organs in humoral immunity....
These data seem to be well-founded and can indeed attract terminally ill patients to start drugs without clinical trials. But as a doctor with a Ph.D. from Johns Hopkins University, Hank sees the hidden risks behind these reports, most of which are on paper.
If Boris must take this risk, at least under my supervision, no more patients should die in front of me. Hank knows that Boris’s family life, most of them end at 45 years old, there are still 7 years, maybe still too late.
Suddenly footsteps came from outside the living room, and Hank turned around, "Evan, why are you back now?" No, it's not Evan, it's Boris.
"Boris."
"Hank." Boris stood beside Dieter, his housekeeper, and he changed into another shirt, but it was still the same suit. Hank could smell his own pheromone on his gray suit over a pink shirt.
Hank was very happy, it was like Boris was his possession, he was ecstatic in his heart. But he knew that this was just Omega's instinctive desire for alpha pheromone before and after the estrus period, maybe it was just Boris's biological instinct that prevented him from changing the suit jacket.
"My family medical history." A stack of documents with a thick green leather cover was delivered to Hank by Dieter.
"I can't read German, Boris." Hank opened the file. At the top, there were dozens of cases of Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz family members with family crests, many of which were already yellowed.
"I never said it was easy, doc," Boris said. "Goodbye, Hank."
"Bye." Hank said farewell in a daze.