"Remove... the bullet?"
The doctor, who had just experienced a fierce "battle," stuttered in fear at the sight of the man who had suddenly appeared before him, bloodied yet exuding an extremely powerful aura.
The dominance and indifference in his eyes conveyed an overwhelming sense of oppression, instilling dread in those who dared not meet his gaze.
Even though the man hadn't done anything, merely standing there, he emanated a fear that seemed to come from the depths of one's soul.
"You, you're sure you want me to save it first? Your injuries look quite serious too..." The doctor glanced at the cat he was cradling in his arms.
The doctor couldn't help but doubt whether the man was in his right mind.
Are you sure you don't want to save yourself first?
"Cut the crap, hurry up."
Jun Moyan said, placing the cat gently on the surgery trolley next to him as if afraid of hurting it.
However, Moyan didn't realize that the moment the cat left his embrace, its breath was rapidly fading away.
The blood that had finally stopped on the way here started flowing again, and the tiny bit of energy it had drawn from him dissipated as quickly as air from a deflated balloon.
Gone without a trace.
The man in white caught up just in time to hear these two sentences being exchanged.
"Young Master Third, your injuries are important, we should wait for this cat to..."
The man in white hadn't finished his sentence when he saw Moyan threatening the doctor with a gun and pushing the dying cat into the operating room.
Of course, the gun was not loaded.
Before the door to the operating room closed, Moyan added a sentence unbefitting of his status.
"If you dare intentionally kill this cat, I'll end your life."
Upon hearing these words, any wicked thoughts that had arisen in the doctor's mind due to being threatened scattered instantly.
All he could do was shakily respond, "Yes, I will do my utmost."
"Young Master Third, the surgery won't be finished anytime soon; please, go and get your wound treated," proposed the man in white.
Moyan glanced at his left shoulder, then towards the tightly closed door of the operating room:
"You stay here and keep watch."
"Yes."
After saying that, not quite reassured, he added, "Have someone find a veterinarian to come over."
After all, a doctor is just a doctor, and the anatomy of cats differs greatly from that of humans; it would be more prudent to get a reliable veterinarian to check on the situation.
"Understood." The man in white immediately took out his phone and followed the instruction.
Only then did Jun Moyan feel reassured enough to leave and find a doctor to treat his own wounds.
Thirty minutes later, when Jun Moyan returned, the man in white handed him a bag: "Young Master Third, change your clothes."
Most of the blood on him belonged to either his enemies or the cat; wearing such clothes was uncomfortable and too conspicuous.
Of course, his mere presence is bound to attract more attention than any beautiful or evil thing ever could.
He reached out to take the clothes from the man in white, just about to unbutton his shirt and change right there.
Just then, a nurse passed by, glanced his way, then blushed and scurried off.
Moyan's expression darkened in an instant, unspeakably grim, and he promptly threw the new clothes back to the man in white.
"Young Master Third, how about using the restroom to change?"
"No need, where's the veterinarian?"
"Should be arriving soon."
The man in white tucked the clothes away: "Young Master Third, who do you think sent those men tonight?"
He had already sent people to investigate the identities of those men. In fact, there was no need to investigate, because... they already had a pretty good idea, which is why the man in white had asked that question.
Indeed, Moyan's expression seemed to confirm the man in white's suspicions.