Chapter 549: Who are you calling a Yandere

“Gimme a cigarette.”

Mo Tingshen looked at him in surprise, “Don’t you not smoke?”

“I don’t smoke, but it doesn’t mean I can’t.”

Xu Shu pointed to his wound, “If I don’t smoke a few to calm my nerves, I’m afraid I might push this knife in deeper rather than pulling it out, and if I accidentally kill you, going to jail would be so unworthy.”

He paused, then added, “After all, it wasn’t me who started it, don’t make her the scapegoat.”

Mo Tingshen gave a deep laugh, “It’s on the headboard, help yourself.”

Xu Shu got up, shook a cigarette out of the pack and lit it.

He took a drag, then was about to put it down but looked at Mo Tingshen and changed his mind.

He rummaged through the medical kit for two vials of clear liquid, tapped his fingernail on them, popped the tops off, and sucked the liquid into the syringe.

He squinted eyes, pushing the air bubbles out of the syringe.

“Anesthesia.”

Xu Shu explained and administered it to Mo Tingshen.

Afterwards, Xu Shu sat down beside him and smoked.

He smoked slowly, not really addicted, only occasionally pulling it to his mouth for a drag.

Mo Tingshen didn’t rush him, holding a lighter in his hand, flipping the lid open and closed, igniting the flame and then extinguishing it.

About half an hour later, Xu Shu began the procedure.

The process of extracting the knife was smooth.

The doctor’s hand didn’t tremble, the patient didn’t struggle.

In all his years of practice, Xu Shu had treated countless external injuries, but this was the first time someone hadn’t yelled in pain during a surgery.

He was not at all impressed and muttered through clenched teeth, “Munchausen!”

Mo Tingshen lifted his head, his lips already pale as paper, “Who are you cursing?”

Just as Xu Shu was about to speak, Mo Tingshen added, “Curse me if you want, I’m a Munchausen.”

Xu Shu took a deep breath, too lazy to comment on which of the two was more mentally ill.

He tossed the knife at Mo Tingshen’s feet, “Here’s your knife back, keep it as a souvenir.

If anyone’s throwing it away, it’ll be you.

I wouldn’t dare touch it.”

As he spoke, Xu Shu packed up the medical kit and right before leaving couldn’t help but blurt out between his teeth, “Lunatic!”

Mo Tingshen raised his eyebrow.

This time, he didn’t argue back.

It was quite an accurate description.

After Xu Shu left, Mo Tingshen still sat there motionless, the pain in his body slowly receding until it stabilized to a certain extent.

Numb from the pain, he finally moved a bit, felt some strength in his body, and picked up the fruit knife to go to the bathroom.

He filled the sink with water and soaked the knife in it, planning to fish it out and clean it the next day.

As for the carpet, he’d change it tomorrow, too.

By then it was already two in the morning.

Mo Tingshen went into Chu Yao’s room.

She was sleeping soundly, the quilt still at the height he had tucked it earlier.

Mo Tingshen didn’t disturb her, leaving the bedroom door open a crack before heading back to the adjoining room to rest.

This night was bound to be an unsettled one.

Late at night, Han Che called.

Bo Yanching muted the call, carefully withdrew his arm from under Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder, grabbed a robe randomly, took the phone to the balcony, and called Han Che back.

“Boss, I found out.

It’s a mercenary organization, formerly under the Night Emperor.

Reportedly, a few sub-leaders rebelled two years ago and were expelled by the Night Emperor.

Since losing their discipline, they take any job offered.

I checked it; it’s not aimed at Miss Nan.

Someone placed two contracts with their organization: one on Yaen Chi’s life and another on Staff Officer Li’s life.”

Bo Yanching’s brows twitched.

Was it targeting Yaen Chi and his grandfather?

Yaen Chi indeed was injured, but Bo Yanching felt something wasn’t quite right.

“Are you sure?”

Han Che confirmed, “Sure, these two contracts were easy to trace.

They’re short on people and had to recruit some snipers from freelance mercenary groups.”