Lu Xingzhou was startled for a moment, but he didn't have the strength to resist.

Although he was a spoiled young master, he wasn't stupid.

In the current situation, arguing with Shen over that trivial emotional matter will not benefit either him or Shen.

This was Lu Xingzhou's first injury, and he was in so much pain that his lips turned white.

She leaned against Shen's chest, letting him carry her back to the basement of the apartment and place her on the operating table.

This is where Shen usually treats his injuries. It was provided by the organization, and all the equipment is more professional than that of a hospital.

Because Shen is a doctor, he has never gone to the hospital when he gets injured.

Gunshot wounds and shrapnel wounds are too conspicuous and easily exposed.

The basement had been closed for a long time, and the operating table was a bit cold.

When he was put down, Lu Xingzhou subconsciously trembled, and his brows furrowed even more.

With a sharp pain in his heart, he quickly turned the heating up to full blast before going to get the anesthetic.

Seeing that Chen was about to be put under general anesthesia, Lu Xingzhou immediately spoke up to stop him: "Don't do this, I don't want to close my eyes."

His tone was somewhat harsh, and he didn't press the issue, so he changed the plan and only anesthetized the upper body.

Then, the scalpel cut through the skin, and the tweezers gradually sank down, precisely pinching the bullet embedded in the flesh.

Despite being under anesthesia, Lu Xingzhou's face was still deathly pale.

The tweezers held the bullet as it slowly rose. He gasped for breath, and tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily.

Although it was only a few brief seconds, Lu Xingzhou felt as if several lifetimes had passed.

At the last moment before the bullet left his body, Lu Xingzhou finally couldn't bear it any longer and opened his mouth to speak.

"It hurts, it's heavy."

Ding-dong—

The bullet landed on the cold medical tray, and Shen's whole body trembled.

But he still picked up the needle and thread and stitched up the wound.

He had done this to himself more than a dozen times without anesthesia.

I'm used to it by now.

But seeing Lu Xingzhou today, I felt that I was in more pain than him, even breathing hurt.

He could feel that when he inserted the needle, Lu Xingzhou's pupils dilated and his whole body trembled.

"Zhouzhou, be patient."

Shen wasn't good at comforting people: "I'm here, it'll be quick."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

I will protect you.

These words involuntarily pulled Lu Xingzhou's scattered thoughts back to three years ago.

He was nineteen years old then, had just passed his gun license exam, and was quite immature.

They chased a criminal who was robbing someone in the street for three whole blocks.

Unexpectedly, the other side also had guns.

A bullet came hurtling towards him from a hundred meters away, and for a moment, he forgot to dodge.

At the critical moment, suddenly, someone appeared out of nowhere.

She tackled him to the ground in an instant.

He was uninjured when he fell, but the bullet grazed the back of the man's hand.

When Lu Xingzhou saw that the man was bleeding, he panicked and immediately tried to take him to the hospital after the robber was taken away by the police.

The man smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I'm a doctor, I can just bandage it myself, it's not serious."

Lu Xingzhou stared blankly at the man, who seemed completely unconcerned, as if he had already taken such minor injuries for granted.

He asked, "Why did you save me?"

The man replied, "I can't bear to see people get hurt; I just want to protect them."

The tone was as if protecting others' safety was an instinct.

What kind of person could have such a broad mind and character?

Lu Xingzhou could not imagine it.

All he remembered was that when he saw that person's firm back in the sunset, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Suddenly, I couldn't bear to let him leave.

"Perhaps, may I know your name?"

The man stopped in his tracks, turned around across the street, and smiled.

"Sink".

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I'll be adding an extra chapter tonight, returning to the main storyline. In the end, all the clues will connect, and no clue is irrelevant.