Yeh Hannian, "Let's head back."
"Do we need to clean up the scene?"
"Why bother?" Yeh Hannian opened the car window wider, pinched out the cigarette with two fingers, "Tuantuan is coming over tomorrow morning. If she smells blood on me, she'll lecture me again."
"…"
"Let's go."
Inside the apartment, Xu Shu treated Han Qi first, administered an anesthetic, and removed the bullet without Han Qi even waking up once.
After he stepped out, Yaen Chi and Bo Yanching sat on the couch, one on each side, with Yaen Chi holding a cigarette.
"If you really wanted to kill yourself, why call me here?"
Yaen Chi was startled, turned around, and met Xu Shu's cold expression.
He sheepishly snuffed out the cigarette, "I didn't really want to smoke. Brother Yan handed it to me, so I just lit it."
Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow good-naturedly.
Xu Shu tossed the medical kit on the couch, "Sort out the stuff yourself; I'm going to wash my hands."
Yaen Chi looked baffled.
