Chapter 20 2/2

Jiang Wanlan donated one billion, which has already been received by Tianchen Laboratory, specifying that it is for Jiang Li’s adenoma project.

Jiang Wanlan needs this medication, and Jiang Li is willing to research and develop it. Cen Lang is acting as an intermediary, each getting what they need.

“Have a good meal.”

Jiang Li’s phone, placed outside the laboratory, vibrated. A message popped up with instructions.

A day later, Jiang Li emerged from the laboratory and picked up his phone. He stared at it for a moment, swiped off the top message, and checked his schedule.

He had scheduled the first prenatal checkup three days later, a somewhat distant journey.

All prenatal data from the central area would be provided to the Third Military Academy’s reproductive system for reference. Jiang Li chose the adjacent D6 district. Three days later, he took an intercity flyer to D6 and headed straight to the First Hospital.

Filling out a lot of information for the first checkup, Jiang Li received a prenatal navigation tablet, wiped the shell with disinfectant cotton, and then earnestly filled in the details.

For female Omega, the starting point of pregnancy is based on the last susceptible period, while for male Omega, it’s the time of intercourse. Jiang Li moved the time forward by half a month. [Self: Omega] [Partner: Top Alpha]

[Medication History: Clearing Agent]

[Pheromone Dependency Level: Low]

The queue for checkups was not long, but the calling was slow. Jiang Li sat in the waiting room, in front of a monitor, playing federal military news.

“A certain legion successfully reclaimed lost territory, confiscating five warships.”

On the screen, a white meteor-like warship entered the atmosphere of a planting star at a precise angle, flames erupting as it landed on the lost planet.

Switching to the cockpit’s first-person view, the warship glided through the dust, and ahead was vaguely a plantation.

“I heard it’s an experimental planet for growing tomatoes,” an Alpha, who often paid attention to military affairs while accompanying his wife for checkups, commented. “The yield is very low, and it’s not available on the market yet.”

“Tomatoes…” Jiang Li had a recent quirk of immediately craving food upon hearing its name. Juicy, sweet-sour tomatoes with a crisp layer of flesh against the skin and the slippery acidity of the seeds inside.

Jiang quickly suppressed his imagination about tomatoes.

“Jiang ** for consultation,” the large screen for consultations, was timely scrolled for updates.

Jiang picked up his bag, and as he entered the examination room, he overheard someone behind him quietly discussing why he didn’t have an Alpha accompanying him, wondering if he was divorced.

Jiang Li pretended not to hear.

As the doctor examined his abdomen, Jiang Li stared at the computer. “Is it confirmed to be a month and a half? The gestational sac seems a bit small.”

Jiang Li: “It should be…”

Doctor: “Although it’s a bit small, it looks healthy; no need to worry.”

After completing all the checks, the printer clattered, spitting out dozens of papers. The doctor reached out, bound them together, and handed them to Jiang Li. “Remember to get supplements at the medical station.”

Jiang Li: “Okay, thank you, doctor.” The medical station was next to the hospital, just a few steps away.

“Hello, Jiang Li, are you planning to receive it in installments or all at once? If all at once, I’ll get you supplements with a longer shelf life.”

Jiang Li: “All at once.”

He didn’t have time to come to this hospital every time. Next month, he would inform his roommate of the truth and then ask Gu Yunkai to help with the checkups to save time.

The girl at the medical station opened a large basket, shuttling through various cabinets. In no time, she took out a big basket of supplements. “Here, this is the usage manual. If you have any questions, feel free to call us.”

A heavy bag of supplements, including folic acid, fish oil, zinc, iron, calcium, and concentrated high-quality protein.

Jiang prepared a suitcase specifically to bring back to school, stuffing it into the wardrobe. It strangely added a lot of security.

Planting star.

The administrator watched as his tomatoes were first run over by the betrayer’s warship and then ravaged by Cen Lang’s white-flame warship, feeling distressed and indignant.

“Wait! Mr. Cen, what are you doing?” The administrator almost lost his voice. “What are you doing?”

“Harvesting fruits.” Cen Lang carried a basket, searching for surviving tomatoes, picking up the large and red ones.

For the convenience of transportation and storage, the tomatoes on this planting star sacrificed their sweet and juicy taste. The tomatoes on this planting star returned to their original taste, especially suitable as fruits.

The administrator now suspected that Cen Lang was in a hurry to take back the planet because the remaining ones would rot the next day.

Cen Lang sincerely comforted the administrator: “Don’t be sad; the next round of flowering is coming soon.”

He put the tomatoes into the refrigeration room of the white-flame warship, accelerated, and soared into the sky.

Stopping at the interstellar transit point, Cen Lang, holding a foam box, returned to Earth by spaceship.

After landing, Cen Lang appeared at the entrance of the Third Military Academy directly in combat uniform.

Smooth all the way until… Tianchen Laboratory.

He surprisingly didn’t have the authorization for this damn place.

Cen Lang really wanted to call the old demon king, who was on a business trip, and ask him to give him the key. But last time, he taunted him, caused a falling out, and, alas,.

Cen Lang called Jiang Li.

He called twice, and there was no answer.

In the end, he caught a staff member coming out and revealed his identity: “Is Jiang Li in the laboratory? He’s not answering the phone.” The staff member said in surprise, “Ah, don’t you know? Little Jiang is often in the core area for three days straight, not even checking his phone outside.” Cen Lang vaguely felt that stimulating the old demon king to give Tianchen Laboratory to Jiang Li might not be a good thing. “Can you help me go in and see? Tell him that someone named Cen Lang is inviting him to dinner.”

Staff member: “Sure, you wait.”

Cen Lang waited for a while, and the staff member came out, saying, “Little Jiang said he’s in a critical phase of research and has no time.”

“Critical phase?” Cen Lang chuckled. He hadn’t even asked the next time, and he said “all.” Then what to do? His tomatoes would rot.