A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 2

“Cut the crap.”

Lu Xiao, enraged, propped himself up and started to walk out. “Wang Deng, keep a close eye on that scumbag. He’ll be sorry when he wakes up.”

“If this heroic officer can manage to shut that impressive mouth of his, I might consider taking a five-minute rest before coming back to work another miracle.”

Shen Zhao quickly walked toward the break room while taking off his surgical top. By the time he entered the room, he was only wearing a tight white tank top that outlined his lean physique. With his left fingertips, he held the garment he had just removed and tossed it directly into a medical waste bin.

Lu Xiao had been about to retort, but was stunned by the sight of the man undressing as he walked.

Well, what a man, hiss… taking off a shirt is no big deal. But with a body like that, he really shouldn’t be doing it.

Lu Xiao’s mind was racing: Who is this delicate doctor? Why haven’t I seen him before?

“Brother… are you okay? Should I drive you to another hospital’s emergency room? This doctor looks decent, but why is he so passive-aggressive!” Wang Deng helped Lu Xiao up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Forget it.” Lu Xiao calculated in his head.

He didn’t know when the rest of the team would arrive. Although the suspect was still in a coma, someone had to watch him. If he escaped… it would truly be a case of losing both the wife and the army.

“Help me… to the operating room… to lie down…”

Lu Xiao was already shivering, his teeth and hands trembling uncontrollably.

A night of tense confrontation and a thrilling pursuit had long exhausted Lu Xiao’s physical and mental strength. After only a few minutes on the operating table, and accompanied by pain, he drifted into a haze and passed out.

When he woke again, before even opening his eyes, he first heard the sound of scissors tearing through the fabric on his chest.

Lu Xiao endured the blinding surgical lamp and opened his eyes, seeing Shen Zhao holding scissors and cutting his shirt.

The scissors flashed with a glimmer of silver under the light. At such a close distance, the coldness of the metal made Lu Xiao’s Adam’s apple bob.

“You…”

“You’d better say less right now.” Shen Zhao’s eyelashes were lowered as he leaned over Lu Xiao to examine the wound.

“The local anesthetic takes at least twenty minutes to take effect. If you can’t stand the pain, I can give you a painkiller shot, but from what I can see, you probably don’t need it.”

Shen Zhao straightened up, pushed the syringe until a drop of clear liquid beaded on the tip of the needle, and then plunged it into the deltoid muscle in Lu Xiao’s chest. The icy anesthetic permeated his muscles as the syringe was pushed.

Shen Zhao looked at the grimacing Lu Xiao and was somewhat amused: “An officer truly isn’t an average person; you can endure so much.”

It really hurts.

Lu Xiao was already holding back, but he didn’t want to give this cold-faced doctor any opportunity to mock him.

“Hmph, what is this,” Lu Xiao scoffed.

“Last year… around this time, I was arresting a group of drug traffickers. I was beaten so badly my guts were almost spilling out, but this guy still crawled out with his informant. Cough… cough, cough…”

“Indeed, very courageous. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kicked open my operating room door.” Shen Zhao placed the cool blade of a surgical knife against Lu Xiao’s skin. “Where was the wound back then? Let me see.”

Lu Xiao seemed to remember something and suddenly tensed up: “Don’t…”

He felt the back of the surgical knife move like a small, cold snake, slithering across his body, its path leading toward his pants.

“Once you’re on the operating table, do you think you can still have pride in front of a doctor?”

Shen Zhao used the tip of the knife to gently lift the fabric at Lu Xiao’s waist. Tear! Lu Xiao just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

He now felt like a sheep sent to be skinned on New Year’s Eve.

Was this surgery really necessary? My body could probably hold on a little longer! I could have just dealt with that little wound on my shoulder myself. Even with the anesthetic, I should be able to run away, right?

Where’s Wang Deng? Wang Deng! Why did that kid just throw me in the operating room and leave me!

I’m docking his pay! I’m definitely docking his pay!

Shen Zhao had performed two hours of surgery under extreme tension and was nearly fainting from exhaustion. He only wanted to tease Lu Xiao to stay awake while waiting for the anesthetic to take effect.

He had performed so many surgeries and sutured so many wounds, but when he saw the shocking, twisted scar on Lu Xiao’s lower abdomen, he felt a phantom pain himself.

The shadowless lamp was blindingly bright.

Shen Zhao leaned over to adjust the lampshade, and a line of his collarbone was dimly visible beneath his surgical gown, hinting at a gray tank top underneath.

Does this guy, with his extreme hygiene hang-ups, really do this job? Lu Xiao felt a bit dizzy from the bright light. The anesthetic seemed to be slowly taking effect.

The scent of disinfectant enveloped Lu Xiao’s entire body. His upper chest was completely exposed under the shadowless lamp. He felt like Dr. Shen was too close to him.

This position truly felt like an embrace.

“There’s some infection. I’m starting the debridement now.”

The side of his face, covered by a mask, swayed back and forth in front of Lu Xiao’s eyes, but his gaze remained focused and resolute.

Lu Xiao’s thoughts were still wandering when he suddenly hissed in pain from Shen Zhao’s reckless debridement technique.

“Tell me when it doesn’t hurt here.” Shen Zhao said as he pressed the muscles of Lu Xiao’s shoulder blade with his index finger, which was covered in a latex glove.

This guy is definitely doing this on purpose! What a vicious treatment method!

Wait… his eyelashes are so long… his eyes are strangely beautiful too… He just talked to me… What did he say again…

Lu Xiao stared at Shen Zhao, but his pupils gradually lost focus.

A soft knock sounded from outside the door. Shen Zhao’s brows furrowed, but the needle holder and suture needle in his hand continued to stitch steadily.

Click! The crisp sound of the end of the suture being cut. Lu Xiao’s eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes to the clatter of the surgical scissors being placed back into the enamel tray.

“Your body temperature has increased by 0.9 degrees, and your heart rate and blood pressure have returned to normal.”

Shen Zhao’s gentle voice reached Lu Xiao’s ear through his mask. His fingers pulled the bandage, wrapping it tightly around Lu Xiao’s shoulder blade.

Lu Xiao stared at Shen Zhao, feeling a bit dazed. He wondered if the anesthetic had worn off because he felt a tingling sensation like a slight electric current whenever Shen Zhao’s fingers touched his skin.

The knocking at the door grew louder.

Then Wang Deng’s shout squeezed through the crack in the door: “Captain Lu! That scumbag is gone!”

Lu Xiao’s heart froze. “Shit!” he cursed, jumping to his feet and knocking over a tray of surgical knives. The metal tools clattered to the floor.

“If I get a chance, I’ll definitely come back to thank you!”

Ignoring the visibly annoyed Shen Zhao, Lu Xiao grabbed a deep brown trench coat and his pistol from a nearby stand. He pushed past the medical staff at the door and ran outside.

“Tell hospital security to lock down the hospital immediately!” he commanded through gritted teeth.

Wang Deng’s expression was grim, as if facing a formidable enemy, and Lu Xiao’s anger flared even more.

“What good are you if you can’t even watch a half-dead man!” The sound of their rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The first light of dawn broke through the swaying curtains, illuminating the entire hospital room. The wires from the monitor were scattered on the floor. An IV pole with a glucose bag tilted over the hospital bed, the needle still dripping. The blanket was left with traces of being frantically tossed aside, and the wind from the wide-open window blew in, stinging Lu Xiao’s face.

Damn it! Damn it!

Lu Xiao wanted nothing more than to skin that lucky bastard alive.