Chapter 510: Depending on Each Other

Jing Yiran got slightly startled and then said instantly, “I will not need your help in future, and I will never make the same mistake.”

“Good, then I think that you better smarten up and stop irritating your enemy whom you are not capable of dealing with. The bullet in your head is your biggest enemy, because it will keep pressing down your nerves. Pain is not important. What matters is that as time goes by, you may turn into a vegetable.”

Jing Yiran got startled. “Vegetable?”

“What you need to do right now is to make some money, big money! I know a doctor who is good at brain surgeries. He has taken out bullets from three people’s heads and only two out of them died, so he is a relatively successful doctor but he charges a high fee.”

Two out of three dead?! So there was only a 30% chance that he will be able to live on.

Jing Yiran truly thought that Lu was being flippant about the whole thing. Maybe she was the one with the bullet in her head?

“I remember that Mu Qing’s brain surgery has a success rate of over 90%. Which doctor is this? Is he reliable?”

Although Jing Yiran did not like Mu Qing, he couldn’t deny his skills. Jing Yiran knew that someone had to have some gift to become a good doctor. Mu Qing was young and gifted, and being Mu Wensheng’s grandson made him even more excellent.

Lu threw a calm look at him. “Alright, if you don’t like my doctor, you can go to Mu Qing to take out the bullet. After imprisoning Zhao Anan for half a year, Mu Qing will surely take out your brain when he is extracting that bullet for you.”

Jing Yiran was already aware of how bloody the scene would get, if that really happened.

Mu Qing was definitely going to do it.

But Jing Yiran never expected that Mu Qing would do the surgery for him. He was just making a comparison.

Mu Qing was full of evil ideas. He had given him the needle because of which he became incapable of doing anything for one whole year!

Good that he had recovered from the problem, otherwise he would have had to go to Mu Qing again.

Jing Yiran could not help but feel goosebumps on his body when he thought of the long, thin silver needle.

“I am definitely not going to Mu Qing to take the bullet out for me!” Jing Yiran sounded determined, but soon he said with distress, “But the 30% success rate is way too low. One out of three is able to live. I may as well choose to leave the bullet inside so that I can live for two more years as a vegetative man.”

Lu glared at him in anger. “Do you think that brain surgery is an easy job? Mu Qing has conducted successful brain surgeries only because he has been devoted to the study of tumors for a long time. You have a bullet, not a tumor or a blood clot, and the success rate is of course very low! That makes him a doctor with the highest successful rate amongst those I know. Or you can choose to give up the surgery and wait until you go into a coma.”

Jing Yiran could not believe what he just heard. As far as he knew, tumor surgery in the brain was the surgery with highest difficulty, because the brain was complicated and one careless slip would lead to complications. Those who can do the surgery should be extremely skilled and experienced.

“Taking out a bullet is definitely easier than removing a tumor. Tumor creeps over the entire brain and is very difficult to remove it completely from the brain! Bullet stays as one piece and extracting it is very easy.”

“So now you know about medicine?” Lu snapped at him. “You just know how to talk. If you are capable, you can do it yourself. Easier to talk than act. You are not a doctor!”

Jing Yiran fell silent.

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He really was just a talker, but he knew that it was related to his own life and he would not want to put himself in the hands of a doctor whom he did not trust.

“Alright, let’s leave it aside for now. Judging from the current situation, I won’t become a vegetative man, immediately. Let’s try to make some money instead.”

Jing Yiran got really furious that he had turned poor within one night, so he kept scratching his head. But suddenly he remembered that he could not make any agitated fast movements, he withdrew his hands and made a fist.

He could not do anything without money!

He could not allow Lu, a woman, to support him. It was not something he would accept.

What was more, he knew that Lu was a killer and survived on killing contracts.

A killer could make a great deal of money, but the job was very risky.

He did not want Lu to take the risk.

It seemed that he and Lu were dependent on each other. If anything happened to Lu, he would be left alone in this world.

The feeling of being left alone was too scary, and Jing Yiran instantly rejected it in his heart.

He owed a lot to Lu and did not want to owe her anything more.

“Leave the money making to me. Don’t kill any more.”

“Oh really? You think that I am earning dirty money?” Lu sounded chilly, a bit different from how she spoke a moment ago.

Jing Yiran felt his head hurt, so he failed to notice the strangeness in her voice and snapped. “Are you stupid? Since when did I think that you are making dirty money. I have known you for being cold and bloody for a long time. Stop saying those stupid words. I am not in a mood for this nonsense.”

Lu got startled by his aggressiveness. She stared at him and didn’t say anything more. But she no longer looked so cold.

Jing Yiran got quite energetic when he, for the first time, managed to subdue her.

So Lu preferred to be treated in this way?

Then he better act even more fiercely!

“You just live a steady life from now on rather than running around. Is it fun when you are wanted across the entire world? If I can discover your real identity, so can others.”

“You think too little of me.” Confidence hovered over Lu’s baby-face. “If I don’t want to be discovered, then no one will discover me. Even if I am discovered, he who knows me will have to die. Only three people know of my real identity so far.”

Jing Yiran knew which three – Jing Zhongxiu, Jing Yichen and himself.

“You trust me so much?” Jing Yiran got a bit excited.

“No, I do not.”

Lu’s cold words flattened Jing Yiran’s excitement.