Chapter 70 Su Ying Extra 2

Su Ying removed the white rubber gloves from his hands, washed them, took off his mask, and walked out of the operating room. Compared to the others who had entered the operating room with him, Dr. Su looked not even a little tired at this moment. After a day of surgery, for a normal person, concentrating intensely for several hours and then relaxing should lead to fatigue. But for Su Ying, this did not make him feel weary; rather, his spirit felt more and more exhilarated. He loved the feeling of performing surgery; holding the scalpel, he could precisely control every ounce of force and accurately distinguish the connections between muscles and blood vessels. All the professors said he was born for this profession. Only he himself knew that he truly enjoyed the process of cutting through flesh and skin. Returning to his sanctuary, he opened the door to the basement and looked at the person with beautiful hands confined inside. He remembered the butler's increasingly direct words and increasingly worried gaze. The butler said, "Young master, you can dissect all sorts of animals—chickens, dogs, cats, even more unusual ones I can bring before you. Just, you cannot dissect people in private, understand? Unless it's through legal channels." Su Ying sighed faintly, regretting he could only admire these hands for a while longer. After a few more days, he would let the person go. He decided this. Then, Su Ying turned and took out a bottle of serum, looking at the pale blue liquid inside. He lamented that it seemed to have failed again. In truth, only he himself knew that none of his displayed collections were as astonishing as when he first saw them. Things that lose their life force become dim and powerless. He was developing a serum, hoping to preserve that vitality at the moment his "collections" were at their most radiant. The basement had many cubicles, strangely without doors, which Su Ying had specially designed for easier nightly viewing. Inside, people lay or were bound to chairs, all in a state of unconsciousness. After Su Ying had looked at each of his beloved, yet imperfectly preserved "collections" one by one, he could finally leave the basement with satisfaction and go upstairs to sleep soundly. Days seemed to pass like this, one after another. The butler would call him periodically; they maintained a not-so-close contact. Su Ying had initially thought that the things he liked would only appear sporadically in different people. Until he met that person. Su Ying was invited to a bar by a friend. He didn't like noisy environments, but he couldn't avoid maintaining at least minimal normal social interaction. He was so fortunate that he accepted the invitation that day. There were so many people in the bar, yet among them all, his eyes were immediately drawn to the person who walked in. Their vague outline stirred affection in him, much like the first time he saw a brightly colored pet chicken in his childhood and immediately liked it. Unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly. He sighed with regret in his heart. Heaven seemed to know what he was thinking, for the next moment, a beam of light illuminated that person. It was like a beam of light shining into his world. Partially concealed eyes by a hand, a sharply defined jawline, a slender neck, and those hands, that posture... Su Ying's gaze shifted, and he put down his wine glass. Every single aspect was to his liking. After observing for a long time, Su Ying became increasingly satisfied. Then, that person was about to leave, and with another man. Though he knew that doing anything at this moment would be unwise, he immediately got up. "I'm going to the restroom," he said to his companion. Then he followed the direction they had disappeared, to find that person. After some effort, when he finally found them, the light was not good. However, the other person seemed to be in distress, their eyes moist in the dim light. Su Ying had always detested men being too weak, especially when tears were involved. Yet, seeing the person before him like this, he felt he should comfort them, and then... take them back... to his basement. But where should he put them? It seemed no place was quite suitable for them; such a person would appear out of place inside. Su Ying thought with some dilemma. Yet, he felt that what he had to do was more than that... But there was an impulse within him, and he didn't know what he specifically wanted to do. While contemplating, he offered the person a handkerchief, simply wanting to find something to say and to hear their voice. The other person coldly refused him and left. Their voice was also as he had hoped, perfectly suiting his preference. Su Ying couldn't openly inquire about someone; he didn't find them. It was a pity, but nothing more. However, they seemed to have a deep connection. And that person seemed to always be in trouble. He encountered them again, seeing them being bullied, once more. It was as if it had granted his wish, this person was once again delivered to his doorstep. He unhesitatingly took the person home and tended to their wounds. Then Su Ying observed for a long time. The other person seemed very cold. Su Ying was restrained even with his most favored "collections," but this time, he watched for an entire night. Coupled with the effect of alcohol, he felt time passing incredibly quickly. Based on their brief acquaintance of a few meetings, he felt the person would be eager to leave upon waking. Indeed, after regaining consciousness, the person immediately chose to leave. Su Ying felt regret once again. However, after the person left, he looked at the empty guest room and, for the first time, felt that it should be inhabited. But their fate seemed to extend beyond this. Encountering each other multiple times in a short period—once, twice, then again—his suppressed emotions began to stir. The first time, Su Ying had started to believe in destiny. Destiny seemed to eavesdrop on your heart's desires, bringing a person before you, again and again, as if waiting for you to reach out and accept fate's gift. The other person seemed to be injured every time—old wounds, new wounds, and more injuries. He also naturally learned the person's name—Wen Bai. The person was as their name suggested. Wen Bai gave him a feeling very much like the beautiful pet chicken he had held in his arms as a child. Yet, it was also different. That dazzlingly beautiful pet chicken was too weak; when you laid a blade to it, it would only squawk, struggle with minimal force, and then die. Wen Bai was different. It turned out he also had a side that could get angry. Su Ying witnessed Wen Bai push that man off the bridge with his own eyes. Su Ying knew his opportunity had arrived. Then, as a matter of course, he brought Wen Bai home. Since Wen Bai had left last time, he had, according to his own wishes, prepared a special room for him, changing the flowers he thought most suitable for him daily, waiting for him. Now, the owner of this room had finally been brought back by him today.