Chapter 117 The Assassin Comes from Silverpine Town
I looked at the injured stranger. Since Marcus said to save him, even if Death himself showed up, I had to keep this man alive.
I called Roger. "I'm sending someone to pick you up. Bring a box of blood plasma."
"Do you know what time it is?" Roger was sleepy and angry. "I'm not coming!"
"The driver will be there soon. You have fewer than three minutes to get ready." No matter how much he complained about me disturbing his sleep, I ordered him to come over immediately.
After hanging up, I walked over to the stranger and crouched down to carefully check his injuries.
The man's clothes had been almost completely stripped off by Alfred, leaving only his underwear. As I reached toward him, Lucas suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Don't touch him."
I looked up at Lucas silently. Realizing his tone was harsh, he softened his voice. "Just let them handle it."
I pulled my hand free from his grip. "Lucas, I went to medical school. I'm a doctor."
I told him calmly, "I've seen countless injured patients. If you're bothered by me touching a patient's naked body, you can step away. Out of sight, out of mind."
He stared at me, dissatisfaction nearly spilling from his eyes.
I ignored him and looked down to examine the tear in the man's abdomen.
The wound was terrifyingly deep. The intestines that had been hastily stuffed back in weren't positioned correctly, and the bleeding had been stopped crudely—this could easily cause a secondary infection.
Lucas's mood grew increasingly dark. Alfred slowly stopped treating the man's wound, and his assistant didn't dare continue either.
The atmosphere around us seemed frozen by Lucas's dark mood. I glanced at them helplessly, then turned to call Adrian and Cole. "Bring the medical van from home. Take Marcus and this man back."
Lucas turned his face away irritably. "Whatever you want."
The medical van arrived quickly. My villa had a fully equipped medical room. I brought Marcus and the stranger home.
Brian was woken up again. Standing sleepily at the villa entrance, he saw Lucas following behind me and gave an "I knew it" expression.
He and Lucas nodded to each other in greeting. After confirming Marcus was just asleep, Brian went back to bed.
At dawn, Roger arrived cursing, with pillow marks still red on his face.
Getting out of the car, Roger dry-heaved a couple times, complaining that the driver drove like a roller coaster and made him nauseous.
"You can rest after the surgery." I urged Roger to change into sterile clothing. "The patient has a penetrating abdominal wound with exposed intestines, plus multiple soft tissue injuries. Surgery is necessary."
Roger yawned again and glanced into the medical room. "Just me?"
"I'll assist you," I said.
"I'll join too," Lucas suddenly spoke up.
Roger's eyes widened. "I can't decide. If she says yes, then yes." He rushed off to sterilize.
Lucas looked into my eyes. "I know some basic medical care—cleaning wounds and passing instruments, no problem."
I hesitated for two seconds. "Okay."
A few minutes later, we stood by the operating table.
Roger observed the patient's condition, his frown deepening. Lucas looked around, and when he saw rows of neatly arranged instruments, surprise flashed in his eyes.
While adjusting the surgical light, I directed Lucas. "Hydrogen peroxide, saline solution. Prepare to clean the wound."
Lucas quickly and accurately prepared what I needed. I had wanted to find an excuse to send him out, but seeing this, I let him stay.
Once surgery began, I couldn't pay attention to Lucas's reactions.
"Move the incision half an inch to the left, avoid the dense vascular area."
"Lighter on the hemostatic clamp—don't rupture the intestinal wall!"
"Prepare for suturing. Use absorbable thread, layered closure."
"Watch the position of the abdominal drainage tube."
I gave precise instructions, and Roger, though irritable, perfectly executed each step.
Although Roger was the lead surgeon, I was truly guiding the operation.
When the surgery ended, I pointed out some of Roger's bad habits. He listened casually, complaining about being hungry.
The surgery had taken nearly five hours. I was hungry too, and Lucas's stomach was even growling.
"Let's eat." Walking out of the medical room, I pulled off my mask and rubbed my sore neck. Lucas followed behind me, and I could constantly feel his observing gaze.
Though I hadn't admitted to being the Miracle Surgeon, that necklace had already made Lucas suspicious.
I was thinking about how to handle this, but Lucas didn't ask anything. After sitting at the dining table, he seriously massaged my aching right hand.
Roger massaged his own wrist, muttering, "I was the lead surgeon. I worked the hardest."
Lucas glanced at him sideways. "Want me to rub your hand?"
"No need, no need!" Roger shuddered, picked up his bowl, and ran out of the dining room, not daring to eat with us anymore.
After eating, Marcus woke up.
Though Marcus's injuries weren't serious, he had multiple knife wounds, scrapes, gunshot wounds, and bruises from blunt force trauma all over his body—densely packed and shocking to see.
I applied medicine to Marcus with distress. Lucas helped me pass supplies. Marcus's hostile gaze fell on Lucas as he asked hoarsely, "Why is he here?"
Lucas glanced at Marcus and said casually, "I saved you."
"I was almost home. Even without you saving me, I wouldn't have died," Marcus said stubbornly.
I felt Marcus's forehead—fortunately no fever. "Marcus, who is that man?"
"You know him too. It's 'Mole.'" Marcus quickly asked, "By the way, how is he? He didn't die, did he?"
"He's fine. We saved his life." I was somewhat surprised. "He's so young!"
"Mole" was a top hacker and Marcus's friend. I'd worked with him several times and knew him fairly well. When Lucas was kidnapped by Amelia, Mole helped me find their room number.
When I mentioned that incident, Lucas's face darkened.
"We went on a mission this time. Our luck wasn't great." Marcus explained vaguely without details. Suddenly, he remembered something and stared straight at Lucas. "At that time last night, why were you near our house?"
"I moved to this neighborhood too," Lucas said.
"What?" Marcus nearly jumped out of bed. "No way! Move out quickly! If you don't move, we will!"
I had a bit of a headache. Before they could start arguing, I mentioned the assassin.
Marcus's attention was immediately diverted. He looked at me with lingering fear. "Thank goodness you're okay!"
Then his face grew serious. "Has a cleanliness obsession, albinism, likes to collect human organs after killing—I think I know who it is!"
Marcus, being an assassin himself, knew more about the assassin world than we did.
I'd been wanting to ask Marcus. "Who is he?"
A low male voice overlapped with mine—Lucas and I asked at the same time.
Marcus's frown deepened as he spoke a name: "Albino."
"Code name Albino." Marcus repeated, his expression grave. "The only assassin I know who fits those characteristics is him. However,"
Marcus slowly turned to Lucas, his gaze sharp as a knife. "I heard he's from Silverpine Town."
Amelia was also from Silverpine Town.
My brow furrowed. "If Amelia knows Albino, that would explain Santos's death."