"Gu Zichen..."
"Didn't I tell you to pay attention to fetal education?! Too much violence—don't let her see it." Gu Zichen said, word by word.
Qiao Xiguan bit her lip hard.
Gu Zichen nodded, his thin lips slightly curling up. "Once the bullet is out, I'll come and keep you company."
Qiao Xiguan watched as Gu Zichen walked away, clearly limping slightly on his left leg.
Was he injured somewhere?
Gu Zichen and Gao Song returned to the living room.
The spacious coffee table was already set with various medical tools.
Gao Song held a scalpel and forceps in his hand, the room filled with the scent of antiseptic.
"No anesthesia?" Gao Song asked.
"Mm." Gu Zichen nodded.
Unless the injury was critical, they never used anesthesia.
"Are you sure you don't want Mo Shu to come back?" Gao Song asked again.
"Mm."
"Gu Zichen, why do you trust me?! We've only worked together for this operation. Why would you believe I'd help you remove the bullet?!" Gao Song asked, clearly puzzled.
