Chapter2

"Turn off your phone." He lost his patience.

"But..." He pressed the gun against my waist, and I immediately behaved, saying, "Okay."

"Do as I say, do you have alcohol?"

"Yes, I do..." I hesitated for a moment, "If I drink a glass, I won't be able to handle the surgical knife."

"Sterilize, not drink!" He glared at me.

"Oh."

I was so nervous that I even forgot about this.

I quickly stole a bottle of whiskey from my grandfather and poured it onto the wound on his shoulder.

His clothes were all soaked.

I had no choice but to take off his clothes.

After taking off his clothes, I looked at his eight-pack abs and couldn't help but blush.

As I reached out to undo his belt, my heart was pounding.

"Why are you unzipping my pants?" His voice became husky.

"I read online that during surgery, the patient needs to undress for observation..." I stammered.

"No need." He grabbed my hand and smiled, asking, "With your face so red, are you sure you won't get distracted?"

Distracted?

Oh, please!

Was he doubting my professionalism as a doctor?

"You hold on." I gritted my teeth and stabbed his wound with a scalpel.

He hissed... "fuck."

He winced in pain, his hand tightening around my waist, almost painfully it.

"Found it? The bullet."

"Not... not yet."

This was the first time I had seen such a bloody scene.

The more my hands trembled, the harder it became to find.

"It hurts, get me some anesthesia." He exhaled in agony.

"We don't have anesthesia here."

"Do you believe that I can kill you right now?" He became angry and it hurt like hell.

He simply cocked the gun and pressed it against my waist.

My mind went blank, how was I supposed to find that thing?

"Find a way to relieve the pain, hurry!" He urged me.

What methods could I even think of?

I'm so nervous that I could vomit.

Lastly, my mind went blank and I leaned down to kiss him.