Chapter 92 2/2

Psychologist Yu Zhaoye: Jiang Li, do you really only have brotherly feelings for Jiang Ping?

Jiang Li secluded himself in the laboratory for ten days before contacting Cen Lang again.

Cen Lang happily went to meet him, only to be drawn a tube of pheromones and then allowed to leave.

Cen Lang: “…”

Is one tube enough? Can two tubes be used?

Cen Lang: “Jiang Baobao, who did you practice on? Your needle technique is so good now?”

As someone with a high tolerance for pain, being pricked with a needle is less uncomfortable than being disinfected.

Jiang Li: “No one.”

Cen Lang, feeling jealous, said, “Why didn’t you come to me to practice later? Am I not your brother anymore?”

Jiang Li looked at him and said, “As I grew up, my hands became steadier, so naturally my technique improved.”

Cen Lang still seemed a bit unwilling to relent: “Is that so?”

A brother as adorable as him shouldn’t have any other wild brothers.

Cen Lang cautioned, “Apart from me, if anyone is willing to do things like pricking you with needles for practice, they must have ulterior motives.”

Jiang Li remembered when seven-year-old Cen Lang was willing to practice on two-year-old him. His expression softened slightly. Being deceived by the grown-up Cen Lang wasn’t a big deal anymore.

Seeing Cen Lang about to throw away the cotton swab without pressing it, he helped Cen Lang hold it down. “Wait a moment.”

Jiang Li’s hand was different from Cen Lang’s hand. One was slender and fair, the other was broad and powerful, like a small white rabbit perched on Cen Lang’s hand.

Cen Lang stared at it for a long time and came to a conclusion: “It grew back after military training.”

His hair also grew a bit, hanging down obediently and softly.

Jiang Li threw away the cotton swab. “It’s okay now.”

Cen Lang: “Do you want to go to the space base? I’ll take you there.”

Jiang Li had no time. “I don’t want to.”

…

In the following year, the space force had nothing much to do, the Amis Federation knelt, interstellar peace prevailed, and Cen Lang didn’t have to clock in for work, so he had a lot of time on the ground.

Jiang Li could contact Cen Lang anytime and he would come over immediately, except for occasional periods when Cen Lang would go into seclusion due to his sensitive period.

Jiang Li secretly went to verify twice and was overwhelmed by Cen Lang’s storm-like pheromones.

Cen Lang’s sensitive period was very painful. After choosing to take painkillers and falling asleep, Jiang Li could always feel his furrowed brows.

Although there were no moans, it was still uncomfortable in his dreams.

“Brother, wait for me a little longer,” Jiang Li vowed in his heart.

Using his father’s connections, Jiang Li collected a lot of Omega pheromones and tried to add them to drugs, but all failed.

At the end of his fourth year of college, after the winter vacation, Jiang Li turned twenty.

Jiang Wanlan could sense that his son was somewhat anxious. “Is your thesis not going well?”

He knew his son seemed ambitious, working on some kind of drug.

Jiang Li: “It’s okay, just lacking a bit of drug reference material.”

Seeing his father worried, Jiang Li felt embarrassed. He had been too immersed in his experiments lately and hadn’t paid much attention to his father. At this moment, he realized that there was also a hint of concern in his father’s eyes.

“Dad, do you have something on your mind?”

Jiang Wanlan hesitated for a moment and then said, “Nothing.”

Jiang Li sensitively asked, “Is it related to Dad Lu?”

“Is it a relationship issue?”

“No! Everything is fine!” Jiang Wanlan immediately retorted.

Jiang Li: “Then what’s the matter?”

Jiang Wanlan took out a medical examination report from the drawer.

Jiang Li’s eyelids jumped, fearing that his father’s health was in trouble. He quickly took it and looked at it, flipping to the end and seeing the words “everything is normal,” he breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed, “Dad, are you pregnant?”

Jiang Wanlan: “Can’t get pregnant even if I wanted to… Baobao, I seem to…”

Jiang Li held his father’s hand. “Hmm?”

Jiang Wanlan: “It’s not possible. ()”

Jiang Wanlan: “It’s just that they can’t find the cause! Everything is fine!”

“Out of nowhere, the doctor said it might be a genetic problem.”

Jiang Wanlan lowered his eyes, and there was still a heart-wrenching sentence he didn’t say: wouldn’t the genetic problem be inherited by his son?

His son seemed to be obsessed with scientific research at first glance, and he might not think about major life events until he woke up at forty.

Ah, what if.

Jiang Li racked his brains. “Could it be because of the cyclical rhythm?”

Jiang Wanlan: “It has nothing to do with that, your dad is fine.”

“Have you told Dad Lu?”

Jiang Wanlan: “Not yet.”

But Lu Jing should have noticed something, his expression seemed a bit depressed.

Jiang Wanlan suddenly made an excuse to work overtime in the study, and Lu Jing’s lack of reaction was strange.

Jiang Li: “Dad, I’ll accompany you to check again.”

There’s no time to lose. Jiang Li immediately took his father to the most authoritative hospital, where they conducted various tests including blood tests.

There was a device to measure pheromone concentration. Jiang Wanlan stood on it, and the device showed that his pheromones were at normal levels.

“Could the device be broken?” If his pheromones were normal, how could he be abnormal?

Jiang Wanlan nudged his son. “Baobao, you stand up and calibrate it.”

Calibrating the device with beta was the simplest method.

Jiang Li stood up at his father’s words.

The device showed: pheromone concentration in the sensitive period.

Jiang Wanlan: “See, it’s really broken.”

Jiang Li reset the data to zero and tested it again.

He looked at the Omega section displayed on the device and fell into contemplation.