Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 5

Su Qiao received Ji Nanxing’s directive and headed alone to the suspect’s hideout to scout out their movements.

Seventeenth Harbor was once the largest import-export port in Zhouhai, and she knew the layout of this place like the back of her hand.

Two years ago, during a pursuit of an arms trafficking organization, the Criminal Investigation Division had engaged in a brutal shootout here. It was that very mission that led her to commit an unforgivable mistake.

Now, she moved through the narrow passages between stacked shipping containers.

The vastness of the port made the search for the suspect all the more difficult. If not for the limited manpower in the squad, the situation wouldn’t have seemed so dire.

When she reached the central area, she faintly heard the muffled sound of footsteps on metal and immediately sent her location to Ji Nanxing: [Come to Seventeenth Harbor, now.]

“I gave you three gold bars, and you’re telling me there might not be a boat to pick me up tonight? Are you fucking kidding me?”

After a brief outburst of cursing, the sound of a busy signal followed.

Su Qiao estimated there was only one suspect and crouched against the container wall, waiting while carefully confirming the other’s position.

She waited for half an hour. In the distance, the horn of a cargo ship entering the harbor blared, causing her to focus intently on the surrounding sounds.

The thudding footsteps grew closer, then abruptly stopped. Instantly, she sensed something was wrong, the sound seemed to be coming from directly above her.

As she looked up, a face full of hardened flesh glared down at her viciously. A sharp machete, raised high, came slashing down toward her skull.

Su Qiao nimbly dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow, but a glaring crimson stain bloomed on her shoulder.

Seeing that he hadn’t managed to kill her with one strike, the criminal turned and fled.

Ignoring the searing pain in her shoulder, she sprinted down the narrow passage, shouting, “Stop right there!”

With no escape route ahead, the man leaped down from the container. His legs buckled, and his obese body crashed heavily to the ground.

A predatory glint lurked in Su Qiao’s eyes as she lunged recklessly to restrain him.

Amid the chaotic struggle, the man pressed his hand against her wounded shoulder. Taking advantage of her moment of pain, he pulled a handgun from his waist and pressed the cold barrel against her chest.

At the same time, a black Wrangler sped across the open ground outside.

Ji Nanxing slammed the accelerator and spun the steering wheel, screeching to a halt at one of the exits, blocking the escape route.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly tore through the sky above Seventeenth Harbor, shattering the yellowed, faded memories.

She screamed hoarsely, “Su Qiao, where are you? Answer me!”

…

After performing a recurrent lumbar disc herniation surgery, Chi Jue had spent nearly four hours in the operating room.

Following protocol, she assigned postoperative observation duties to the medical staff before feeling at ease enough to leave.

A nurse helped her untie the surgical gown and went through the usual disinfection procedures. Everything seemed to proceed as usual.

But just as she reached the door of the changing room, an inexplicable sense of unease washed over her. She paused, steadying herself.

The nurse asked with concern, “Director Chi, would you like a glucose shot?”

“No, it’s fine.” Her complexion was pale, and the smile she managed was faint and weary.

Leaving the operating room, the inexplicable unease she had felt earlier spiraled out of control. She could even hear the erratic, pounding rhythm of her own heart, so much so that greetings from others in the hallway were faintly blocked out as she passed by.

Back in the outpatient office, Chi Jue pulled out the candy Su Qiao had given her, her fingertips rubbing against the wrapper, producing a dull, rasping sound.

She was lost in thought.

It was just an ordinary piece of candy, yet because of some inexplicable attachment, it had become incredibly precious. She couldn’t bring herself to tear open the wrapper and taste it.

She glanced at the time on the screen, it was almost the end of her shift. But her phone remained eerily quiet, plunging her into wild speculation.

That “little bear” seemed to have flown off into outer space, completely out of contact.

Are police detectives really that busy? Busier than her, working non-stop in the operating room?

A mix of confusion, disappointment, and anticipation simmered quietly in her chest.

…

In the twilight evening, long past the end of the workday, the hallway was empty of patients.

Outside the office of the director orthopedic surgeon.

The credentials section was filled with Chi Jue’s medical history, the densely packed black text nearly overflowing from the display like medals meant to convince patients to trust her, a testament to the brilliant first half of this master orthopedic surgeon’s life.

Accompanying it was a standard half-body photo, though Director Chi’s unsmiling expression made it hard to associate her with kindness and approachability.

Su Qiao, her injured shoulder drooping slightly, stood dazedly by the door, just to etch the doctor’s glorious achievements into her heart.

She was so outstanding, so outstanding it made one hesitant to approach. Su Qiao sighed inwardly and knocked on the door.

A cold “Come in” sounded from inside, making her regret showing up in such a disheveled state.

It was just as promised, so why did her heart feel so chaotic and flustered?

“Sorry, Dr. Chi, for making you wait so long.”

Pushing the door open, Su Qiao forced a carefree, wide grin, as if that could make her seem less of a mess.

Chi Jue looked toward the door, her eyes filled with anticipation, but the emotion quickly drowned in the depths of her gaze, too fast for anyone to catch the hidden feelings.

In her eyes, that face which always seemed to radiate sunshine when smiling now clashed starkly with the gruesome shoulder injury, creating a poignant contrast.

Unbeknownst to Su Qiao, the more nonchalant she acted, the gloomier Dr. Chi’s expression became as she sat rigidly in her chair.

The atmosphere in the office was even bleaker than the chilly night wind outside, the silence brewing awkwardness.

Chi Jue didn’t linger long on the horrifying wound, instead lowering her gaze to continue typing her postoperative report.

“This is orthopedics. You should go to the emergency department.” Her tone was unfamiliar, as if directing a patient who had wandered into the wrong clinic, not even bothering to look up again.

The underlying message was more of a dismissal.

Of course, she had every reason to be upset.

When they parted at noon, that traffic police bear plush had been full of vitality. In just one afternoon, it had become tattered and battered, as if her beloved doll had suffered inhuman abuse.

This inevitably made her worry about the dangers of police work.

Su Qiao’s shoulder wound was still unbandaged, blood soaking through her clothes. With the slightest movement, fresh, warm, metallic dampness seeped out.

She slid into the patient’s seat with a friendly smile and said, “They say hospitals have the best business, never worrying about empty waiting rooms. Even past mealtime, the line for registration is still long. I just came to try my luck, hoping Dr. Chi might pull some strings for me.”

This was undoubtedly an excuse Su Qiao had cobbled together. She didn’t want the atmosphere to sink into awkwardness, so she tried to lighten things up with a joke.

Unfortunately, it backfired. Dr. Chi’s expression darkened even further.

“Unless it’s an urgent or special case, I never allow queue-jumping. It’s a matter of principle,” she said, her fingers tapping the keyboard faster than before. The final press of the spacebar was a bit heavier, the sound of the key rebounding slightly dull.

“Right, following the rules is fundamental,” Su Qiao replied, a bit deflated. She stood up, forgetting her left shoulder was injured. As she raised her hand to brace against the desk, a sharp pain shot through her, and she dropped back into the seat with a hiss. “Ouch…”

Chi Jue heard the pained sound but remained outwardly indifferent. It wasn’t until the person she’d been waiting for all day walked out the door that she finally slumped her shoulders and let out the frustration she’d been holding in her chest.

That sudden panic she’d felt in the operating room, could it have been because Su Qiao was injured on duty?

She began to regret her harsh attitude. When it came to patching up the injured “little bear,” wasn’t that what she was best at?

It turned out she wasn’t the only one thrown into disarray.

Chi Jue hurriedly stood up and followed, the wind from her steps rustling her trousers, as if mocking her awkward concern.

“Officer Su,” she called out, her voice soft but unable to conceal a trace of panic at the thought of losing sight of the other person.

Su Qiao, cradling her injured shoulder, glanced back every few steps. After about ten seconds, she actually heard the anxious call and turned around with a grin.

“Here!”

Tsk, even injured like this, she still has to be cheeky?