Jun Wuyang time and again challenges the bottom line of familial affection, as if he fears nothing from Jun Moyan.
"Yes," the man in white could only nod in agreement.
It'll serve as a warning to others, reputation and whatnot... can be put aside for now.
If anyone dares to speak out of turn, I don't mind playing the villain and ripping out their tongues,
to accompany a drunkard's drink.
As for the forces behind Ais, given the current situation, a confrontation is inevitable someday.
Better to strike first.
The door to the operating room swung open,
and the doctor, drenched in sweat, emerged, cradling a cat in his arms, only slightly larger than the palm of an adult man.
Before Jun Moyan could ask, the doctor spoke first: "I apologize, I... I really did my best. Although the bullet has been removed, it lost too much blood, and I was powerless to save it."
The more the doctor spoke, the quieter his voice became, and his face grew paler by the word.
Partly because he was exhausted from performing two surgeries back to back, and partly because he was frightened by the chilling and stern gaze of Jun Moyan.
Moreover, this man nonchalantly carried a handgun, and of course, even without the gun, no one would dare offend him.
This man was truly terrifying.
"How about calling a veterinarian? After all, I'm not a specialist in this field. The cat can hold on for five or six more hours, there's a very..." on yordan Avenue in the city center.
The doctor hadn't finished speaking when Jun Moyan had already taken the cat from him and left.
Pain, such pain.
I've never felt pain like this before.
As Wen Xiao'ai, too weak to even open her eyes, came into contact with Jun Moyan, that mysterious energy that could heal her wounds washed over her again.
It was this strange influx of energy that eased the unbearable pain she was experiencing at the moment.
It also gave Wen Xiao'ai, who barely had the strength to open her eyes, the energy to finally do so.
She slightly lifted her gaze, and what she saw was the man's exquisitely tense jaw due to his urgency and worry.
She only glanced once before feeling sleepy again.
In her drowsy state, she heard a sentence.
"Head back to Capital City immediately, summon the drunkard for me."
The voice, which should have been very pleasing, was somewhat terrifying to the listener because of the owner's anger and hidden worries.
Wen Xiao'ai awkwardly nuzzled into Jun Moyan's embrace, trying to draw more energy from him to save this life.
She cherished life greatly, she didn't want to waste it unless there was truly no cure.
However, her movement led Jun Moyan to mistakenly believe the pain was unbearable for her.
Of course, Wen Xiao'ai was indeed in pain, with nothing in her life having ever hurt so much.
It wasn't primarily the gunshot wound that caused the pain, but because her inner core was damaged, causing her meridians to break.
The man's large hand gently stroked her fluffy little head.
"It's okay, don't be afraid," he said softly from above.
His voice was so tender that Wen Xiao'ai, whose consciousness was blurring, began to wonder if it was the same person speaking, as it was so different from the tone he had used when ordering the man in white.
Perhaps it was because he had never spoken in such a tone before. Underneath the tenderness, there was awkwardness and rigidity, but it was also so pleasant that it could entrap anyone.
——
Capital City——
Wu Yard——
"What's going on, in the middle of the night, can't you let a person sleep?"
"Can you not pull my hand? I haven't married yet. If this gets out, how am I supposed to find a wife?", the drunkard complained.
"And don't pull on my clothes, they're damn expensive. If you wreck them, you'll be paying," he said.