Watching her, a flicker of thought passed through his eyes.
"Starting to remove the bullet now. If it hurts, feel free to scream out loud." Chu Lingzhi held the pliers and spoke to Huo Luan.
"Go ahead!" Huo Luan gripped the bedsheet tightly with both hands, enduring all the pain.
The pliers went in, and the pain made sweat bead on his forehead. He bit his lower lip hard, not uttering a single sound...
It took about twenty minutes to finally treat Huo Luan's wound. After bandaging it, Chu Lingzhi told him to lie still and rest like this, and not to engage in too much movement for now.
Packing up the tools, Chu Lingzhi and the maid left the room, leaving only Nangong Yehen and Huo Luan in the bedroom.
"Master, it's all my fault for failing to protect you properly!" Huo Luan turned his head, looking at Nangong Yehen with guilt.
Nangong Yehen's face was dark and grim. "Don't say that!"
"Master, those assassins..."
"Focus on recovering from your injury!" Nangong Yehen coldly dropped these words, stood up, and left the bedroom.
"Miss Chu, I truly admire you. You dare to remove bullets." A maid's voice came from the kitchen.
"I'm a doctor." Chu Lingzhi laughed. Although she didn't work shifts at a hospital, her work was the same as a doctor's.
The patients she took on weren't ordinary ones. She only accepted cases with rare and difficult illnesses. Otherwise, if everyone came to her for colds, fevers, or childbirth, wouldn't she be too busy to spend time with Chu Junyu?
She absolutely wouldn't take on cases that hospitals could treat well. It wasn't out of pride, but because other doctors also needed to make a living.
"Why did you choose to become a doctor in the first place? Miss Chu, doesn't being around patients all day disgust you?" the maid asked.
"You get used to it."
"Especially seeing people who are nearly dead from injury or dying from illness—it feels terrifying."
Chu Lingzhi chuckled softly. "You'd be scared if you weren't in this line of work. I've been in it long enough to get used to it."
"Do you do this job just because doctors make money?" the maid asked curiously.
"It's a kind of interest." Chu Lingzhi smiled at the maid.
Her grandparents and mother were all in medicine, specializing in traditional Chinese medicine, while she had studied both Chinese and Western medicine.
The maid shook her head, looking puzzled. "With so many interests out there, why choose to be a doctor? Being a singer or a star would be so much better."
Chu Lingzhi, who was washing vegetables, paused in her movements, suddenly thinking of Mu Yu. Was being a star really good?
Mu Yu's youth and energy were nearly spent, and she had no fame at all, let alone making money.
"People have different aspirations." Chu Lingzhi brought the washed vegetables to the stove, ready to start stir-frying.
Hearing this, Nangong Yehen's cold gaze deepened.
People have different aspirations—not bad.
He appeared at the kitchen doorway, watching her slice lean meat, and asked coldly, "Chu Lingzhi, what are you doing?"
The maid, hearing his voice, stiffened her back and quickly looked up at him.
He wore a black jacket draped over him, his robust chest exposed with a wild allure.
His exquisitely handsome face and strong physique were the dream of any woman.
Seeing him like this, the maid's eyes grew brighter, filled with a kind of infatuation.
"Making food for you and Huo Luan," Chu Lingzhi replied.
"Did I hire a maid just to be a decorative vase?" Nangong Yehen scowled darkly.
The implication was that she didn't need to do the cooking; she only needed to enjoy life like a mistress of the house.
The maid reluctantly tore her gaze away from that handsome face, looking at Chu Lingzhi, genuinely envying her for gaining Nangong Yehen's favor.
Countless women would break their necks trying to stay by his side, yet they couldn't.