Extra: The Liar 09 (Wolf & Rabbit) – He saved his life
If Shen Wenlang had known that Gao Tu would disappear after that night at Hechi, he would never have let him go so easily.
Months later, on a certain day, in Yishi, Jianghu, Suzhou, Xicheng… throughout the entire Jianghu metropolitan area, tens of thousands of giant advertising screens simultaneously broadcast the HS Group chairman’s missing person notice.
The public didn’t quite understand Shen Wenlang’s confession—only felt that the young tycoon who always appeared high-spirited in every report now looked anxious and exhausted in the video.
He earnestly pleaded for a lost friend to contact him as soon as possible, saying he was very worried about his situation—especially his health.
A young, dazzling, S-class Alpha with staggering wealth, sparing no expense to plaster the city with ads just to find someone. His unusually insistent concern and sincere words of worry set off a flurry of speculation.
“He’s just looking for a friend. Does it have to be this dramatic?”
“Well, he’s rich and idle. Even if he was looking for a cat or dog, he could still burn millions on it.”
“What do you mean, cat or dog! If you ask me, that ‘old friend’ he mentioned is probably someone he likes!”
“Huh? Really? You’re right! Who would spend this much effort and money just for a regular friend?”
“Exactly! And listen, he said they’ve known each other for ten years—as classmates, colleagues, and friends.”
“Do you think that person will see it?”
“He should, right? With this kind of spectacle! It’s all over the headlines—I bet the whole country knows by now!”
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But the truth was otherwise.
Although Shen Wenlang’s search made a huge splash, the person he was looking for—Gao Tu—knew nothing of it.
That night, after climbing out of the restaurant bathroom window, he had barely walked a few steps before running into Ma Heng.
And luckily so—because this old neighbor of his helped him, just as he always did.
—He saved his life.
Once inside Ma Heng’s car, Gao Tu lost consciousness.
Ma Heng drove straight to the nearest hospital.
Two hours later, an ambulance sped out of Yishi, rushing to the most prestigious pheromone-specialty hospital in the provincial capital.
After being overwhelmed by the suppressive pheromones of several Alphas, Gao Tu’s pheromone dysregulation exploded into a full-blown, uncontrollable episode.
The tender pheromone glands at the back of his Omega neck became red, swollen, and inflamed—swelling to the size of a fist.
His severely dilated veins bulged under the thin skin of his neck, throbbing in a way that made onlookers’ hearts race with fear.
Inside the ER, the thick scent of sage permeated the room, leaving everyone gasping for air.
That scent, which symbolized vitality, kept pouring out from his already-overworked glands—though it was only a smell, it gave the illusion of vibrant colors, like a brilliant sunset’s last blaze before the flame was snuffed out.
Most of the medical staff were Betas, but the concentration of Omega pheromones was so high that even they began to feel restless and uneasy, instincts stirring.
The two Omega doctors assisting in the emergency couldn’t help but redden their eyes after the procedure.
They had rarely encountered such a difficult case.
The patient’s glands were overproducing pheromones far beyond normal needs, yet the pheromone level in his blood had plummeted, his biochemical markers were a mess—and to make matters worse, he was pregnant.
Yishi, being an economically developed county-level city, still had limited medical resources.
Once they confirmed they couldn’t stabilize him, the head of the pheromone department at the local First People’s Hospital immediately contacted provincial experts, opened a green channel, and sent the repeatedly arrested-heartbeat Gao Tu on an overnight ambulance to the higher-level hospital.
Twenty minutes away from the destination, the sage scent in the ambulance began to fade.
Lying motionless on the rescue bed, already on a ventilator, eyes shut, face ashen, the pulsing of his glands visibly weakened.
“Patient’s blood pressure suddenly dropping!”
“Arrhythmia! Quick—implement measures!”
The provincial hospital’s emergency room was already prepared, with pheromone and obstetric specialists assembled for an urgent consultation.
After four long hours of rescue, his vital signs finally stabilized.
But he wasn’t out of danger yet. He was still in critical condition.
The fortunate thing was, the baby in his belly was exceptionally tenacious—despite Gao Tu’s heart stopping several times, despite repeated warnings from the doctors that both mother and child were in mortal danger, the baby held on stubbornly, clinging to life in the Omega’s reproductive cavity, desperately absorbing nutrients.
When Gao Tu was finally wheeled out of the operating room, Ma Heng—who had been waiting in the hallway for hours—felt his eyes grow wet.
The little rabbit looked utterly unwell.
To control the overflowing pheromones, the doctors had made an incision in his glands and implanted an artificial barrier device. To prevent involuntary convulsions from disrupting post-op healing, a beige neck brace kept his head and neck rigidly in place.
His forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his face was bloodless.