Fire Chief vs. Surgeon: A Tale of Relentless Pursuit

Gu Xiyue didn't want to leave at all, her slow movements, full of grievance, inch by inch shifting could be seen by anyone with clear eyes.

It's just that the man on the hospital bed completely ignored her, and had nothing of pity or cherishing beauty in him.

But bystanders couldn't help but feel a bit of pity.

Lu Jing's mouth twitched several times before he continued to tell the family:

"His surgery went relatively well. After the effects of the anesthesia completely wear off, he might feel some pain. If it's unbearable, he can take a couple of painkillers."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Lu."

"You're welcome, it's what I should do."

When he pulled back the curtain, Gu Xiyue's figure was already gone from the ward.

However, the man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them, and his piercing gaze shot over.

Lu Jing was quite taken aback. He hadn't noticed before, but compared to six years ago, the man's brow bone had become much more defined, his features more distinguished, and his jawline tenser. He was, of course, colder, creating a barrier that dissuaded closeness.

As their eyes met, a sudden 'thud' rang in his heart, and both of their expressions were somewhat peculiar.

Lu Jing took a deep breath several times, preparing to leave.

But then, someone suddenly spoke:

"Doctor Lu, my back seems to be hurting a bit."

Lu Jing's steps halted: "Your back? Is it the stitched wound that's hurting? Lift up your clothes; let me have a look!" As he asked, he was already stepping forward two paces.

As a professional doctor, no matter who he faced, be it a fierce criminal or anyone else, a doctor's duty was to treat and save lives, regardless of the patient's identity!

Thus, Lu Jing genuinely thought something was wrong with the man's wound on his back, his face filled with urgency.

However, just as he was about to reach out, his wrist was tightly grasped by the man's large hand, rendering him immobile.

Hiss!

"Let go!" He tried to keep his voice low.

After all, there were other patients and their families in the hospital room.

He really didn't want to cause a scene that everyone would know about.

But, the grip didn't loosen; instead, it got even tighter.

Struggling in vain, Lu Jing squinted his eyes and coldly said:

"What exactly do you want, Jiang Ye?" he demanded.

The man's mouth twisted into a cold smirk, and a trace of a sneer flashed across his face:

"What do you think?" he countered.

Lu Jing bit her lip:

"How would I know? I'm not a worm in your stomach!"

Heh~

Jiang Ye chuckled lightly, yet his gaze was fixed intensely on the woman in front of him:

"Playing it clean, huh? Figures, women like you are really cold-hearted!"

Lu Jing could clearly hear the sarcasm in Jiang Ye's words, causing a tight, prickly pain in her chest.

Just then, the man spoke again:

"After six years, there's just one damn question I wanted to ask you—is there ever a night when you dream of 'him'?"

As his words fell, Lu Jing's face turned deathly white, and her body unconsciously shook a few times.

She moved her lips several times, seemingly wanting to say something, but no sound came out, her whole body cells in severe pain.

Jiang Ye saw it all, overtaken by fury and hatred.

"Doctor Lu, why don't you answer?"

At that moment, a series of silent tears rolled down Lu Jing's face, yet no sound of crying could be heard.

After a while, she sniffed and looked straight at the man:

"What do you want me to say? That I regret it, would that make you happy?" she asked.

Jiang Ye's heart sank slightly, his deep eyes filled with intense gloom and coldness:

"Lu Jing!"

His neck and hands bulged with veins, and in that moment, he felt as if he wanted to perish together with this woman!

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