This was the school doctor, right? He was wearing a black windbreaker and holding a pistol. Upon hearing Ning Shu's voice, he turned around and adjusted his glasses, only to realize that he wasn't wearing any.
He squinted at Ning Shu, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he said, "Come here, help me bandage my wounds."
"I… I don't know how," Ning Shu replied, looking at the school doctor, whose demeanor was completely different from how it had been during the day. If it weren't for the fact that he looked identical to the school doctor, no one would believe they were the same person. Could he possibly have a twin?
"You're the school doctor, right?" Ning Shu pointed her steel pipe at him. The school doctor was momentarily speechless. Then, he pointed his gun at her and said, "Come over here."
Ning Shu, who had yet to see much of the world, was terrified to have a pitch-black gun muzzle aimed at her. She hastily said, "Let's talk this out." Her legs trembled as she slowly walked toward him.
The school doctor's face was deathly pale, likely due to the sudden beating Ning Shu had inflicted. Even his lips lacked color. However, his expression remained cool and indifferent as he began to remove his clothes.
"Treat my injury." The school doctor pointed to his back. There was a concealed weapon—let's tentatively call it that—embedded near his shoulder blade. It was practically buried in his body.
There was no way for him to deal with this injury himself. When he saw Ning Shu staring blankly, he shouted, "Fuck, hurry up! All the blood in me is about to run out."
Was this coarse person really the refined school doctor? Ning Shu trembled and hastily went to grab the first aid kit.
She looked at the barely visible weapon and asked awkwardly, "How am I supposed to get it out?"
"Get it out with tweezers, hurry up." The school doctor's voice was filled with suppressed pain, and he was covered in cold sweat.
"I'm taking it out now," Ning Shu said, holding the tweezers as she moved them toward the wound.
"'Now'? Your damned sister! Hurry up!" roared the school doctor. Ning Shu was startled by his outburst and accidentally jabbed his wound with the tweezers.
The school doctor shuddered in pain and curled up into a ball on the sofa. Ning Shu saw the wound gushing blood like a fountain and hastily grabbed some gauze to wipe it. She began to freak out at the sight of so much blood, and she noticed the color draining from the school doctor's face.
Gathering her courage, she stepped on him with one leg to prevent him from moving around, then quickly pinched the weapon with the tweezers. She pulled abruptly. Eh? It didn't come out. One more time.
When the weapon was finally pulled out, blood spurted all over Ning Shu's face. The school doctor, who was lying on the sofa, had passed out.
Ning Shu pressed gauze onto the injury, completely flustered as she watched the blood slowly dye the gauze red. She glanced at the deep wound and rummaged through the first aid kit for a hemostatic agent. When she found it, she crushed it and sprinkled it over the wound.
It was clearly meant for oral consumption, but she poured it directly onto the wound, thinking it would take too long to work if taken orally. He was bleeding so much—how much blood could he afford to lose?
By the time Ning Shu finished binding the school doctor's wound, she was drenched in sweat. She waved her hand below his nose. Good. He was still breathing.
She collapsed to the ground. Noticing the stained gauze littering the floor, she cleaned it up. Then, her eyes fell on the gun on the side table, glowing with a dark sheen. Her heart chilled. She glanced at the unconscious school doctor, then discreetly took the gun and hid it.
Seriously, why didn't he go to the hospital instead of coming to her house if he was injured? And how had he gotten in?
Who was this school doctor? He was anything but ordinary. Why had he chosen to become Ace's school doctor?