After four hours inside the operation room…
“Finally done,” Lucian said, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“She’s out of danger now… and it’s perfect.”
The nurses sitting on the side, exhausted, stared at Lucian with wide eyes.
Dr. Murphy’s gaze was fixed on Rose, monitoring her vitals. “It’s… perfect,” he muttered, almost in disbelief. “I’ve never seen an operation this flawless.”
He couldn’t help but be shocked to his core. Sure, removing bullets wasn’t an impossible task, but removing even the toxic traces and small fragments, then patching everything up this well? It was extraordinary.
Not to mention, the bullets were lodged in such sensitive areas one wrong move could’ve killed her.
“Yes, I could’ve done this operation too,” Murphy admitted to himself, “but it would’ve been extremely difficult.” This boy, however… he had done it so perfectly, it was beyond comprehension.
Murphy, who had performed hundreds of operations in his career, had never seen something quite like this. Usually, there was always a small risk of complications, but this… there wasn’t even a one-percent chance of failure. Lucian had handled every single detail meticulously, as if his life depended on it. And that small operation had taken over four hours of intense focus.
It was as if the boy had been operating on himself, his level of dedication unmatched.
“Alright, it’s done. Take some rest,” Dr. Murphy finally said, letting out a sigh. “She won’t recover fully if you keep hovering around her. You need rest too.”
“She’s alright now,” he added, almost muttering. “More than alright…”
Even Murphy, the seasoned doctor, couldn’t believe what he was saying. The operation felt so overdone that even he was overwhelmed.
“I was just checking if she’s alright,” Lucian said calmly, his emotions now stable. He was no longer the lunatic or crazed person he had seemed earlier.
“Yeah, yeah. Here, drink some water,” Murphy said, handing him a glass of water.
“Thanks… and thanks for your help,” Lucian said, taking the glass. He really needed it.
“No worries,” Murphy replied, walking to the side to monitor Rose’s condition on the hospital equipment. “By the way, where did you get your degree?I can’t help but say I’m impressed. I’d love to put my daughter in that institution.”
“Doctor?”Lucian blinked, confused.
“Yeah, any problem? Well, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me it’s your own privacy,” Murphy said, noticing Lucian’s puzzled expression.
“Uh… no, no,”Lucian replied, scratching his head awkwardly. “I’m not a doctor.”
A loud gasp filled the room.
“What?!”Murphy’s mouth hung open. “You’re joking, right?”
The nurses on the side also shook their heads, wide eyed, their attention glued to the conversation.
“Oh no, I’m not joking. I’m really not a doctor,” Lucian said, trying to keep a straight face.
In his head, a voice echoed: [Max: Hehehehe.] Lucian ignored it.
“I see… don’t tell me if you don’t want to,” Murphy said, his tone flat, his eyes narrowing.”But do you really think we’re all idiots?”
“No, I really am not a doctor,” Lucian tried to explain again.
“Yeah, yeah,” Murphy muttered, clearly not believing a word.
“Anyway, what exactly happened?Why was she shot? And why are you covered in blood?”Murphy finally asked, switching topics.
The nurses, still eavesdropping, perked up, eager to hear the details. Even the purple-haired man, who had somehow stayed in the operation room the entire time, leaned in closer. He had been silently watching Lucian throughout the procedure.
“Well… someone tried to rape her,”Lucian said bluntly, his eyes fixed on Rose as she lay unconscious on the bed. “I beat them up. Which, honestly, was probably the wrong thing to do.”
Murphy’s expression turned dark. Even the nurses had disgusted looks on their faces.
“Don’t feel like that,” one nurse chimed in. “They deserved to be beaten. Anyone who supports such disgusting acts deserves to be taken down until they can’t even walk again.” Her tone was filled with anger.
“Ah, no. I don’t feel wrong or sad,” Lucian replied calmly. “Actually, I think I shouldn’t have used hammer..yeahh right i shouldn’t have .”
“Hammer?” everyone in the room said in unison, their gazes turning to him with wide eyes.
“I should’ve killed them when I had the chance,” Lucian continued, his voice colder now. “I guess I was late at it. Next time… no, there shouldn’t be a next time, but killing is a must. I shouldn’t hesitate yes yes.”
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“If I had killed them beforehand, Rose wouldn’t have jumped in and stupidly taken that bullet on her back to save me,” Lucian whispered, his tone cold but filled with self-directed anger.
The room fell into deep silence.
The nurses exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of fear and unease.
“He killed someone,”one of them whispered to another.
Murphy gulped, breaking the tension. “Don’t worry, kid… these things happen. I can see it wasn’t deliberate. You were just trying to protect her.”He paused. “Maybe you’ll be out after some years in jail. Don’t worry, the law isn’t entirely unfair. It’s just sad… I’m sorry this happened to you.”
Murphy’s words were sincere, but his eyes were filled with pity.
“What a waste,” Dr. Murphy thought to himself, glancing at Lucian. “This boy could’ve been such a talented doctor. But I guess… sigh.”
Lucian’s lips twitched at Murphy’s words. “In jail? Me? Huh… interesting. I’d be looking forward to it… if that really happens,” he mused silently, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.
Purple haired man leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his sharp eyes glinting with curiosity.”What about those guys? How’d you escape?”
Lucian turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting the man’s.”What guys?”
“That crowd…”man raised an eyebrow.”You know, the hundreds of people armed to the teeth with rifles? The ones who were obviously there to kill you?”
Dr. Murphy and the nurses froze. Their eyes darted to Lucian and then back to the purple-haired man as if waiting for him to say it was a joke.
“Hundreds of people…carrying guns?”Murphy’s voice faltered, disbelief etched into his expression. nurses exchanged uneasy glances, whispering low enough to avoid being noticed.
“Oh, that…”Lucian’s voice was calm, even dismissive. “Nothing important. Just some spoiled second-generation kid who thought he could get away with something disgusting.”
“Disgusting?”Murphy leaned in slightly, his brow furrowed.
Lucian didn’t elaborate, but the flash of anger in his eyes hinted at the truth.
“Wait,” the purple-haired man interrupted, his curiosity burning.”You’re telling me that three hundred armed men came after you alone, and you just…walked out of there? Either you’ve got some major connections or some godlike skills, because there’s no other explanation for why you’re sitting here alive.”
The nurses nodded, their expressions a mix of confusion and intrigue. Even Murphy leaned back, his arms crossed, waiting for Lucian’s response.
Lucian tilted his head, his lips curling into a distorted, unsettling grin.”You’re both wrong and right,” he said softly, his voice carrying a dark undertone that sent a chill down the purple-haired man’s spine.
The man gulped instinctively. “What a creepy smile,” he thought. “This kid is giving me chills, and I’ve seen a lot of crazy things.”
“How so?”the man asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He was curious but also wary of the answer.
Lucian leaned forward slightly, his grin widening. “Simple…I killed them all.”