Pursuing Her (Sophie and Tristan)

Chapter 1 Do Not Move

were cool yet sassy.After all the men had been beaten to a pulp, Sophie kicked the person who was blocking her path away.“Goodbye. You’re welcome.” She didn’t want to continue poking her nose into his business.She got onto her bicycle nimbly. It was almost eleven, so she needed to get home as soon as possible.Alas, her bicycle remained rooted to the spot even after she started pedaling.She turned at her shoulder and realized Tristan had grabbed the rear seat of her bicycle.Her eyes were flashing with fury, for it was late at night.“What else do you want?”“Thank you.”With that said, he fainted and lost consciousness.“What the f*ck?” Sophie cursed under her breath as she glared at the man on the ground. Despite losing consciousness, he still looked as dignified as ever. In the end, she helped him up and used up all her might to place him on the rear seat of her bicycle. After doing that, she gritted her teeth and rode out of the alley.As Tristan was shot, Sophie dared not bring him to the hospital.A gunshot wound was too sensitive. She was pretty satisfied with her current life and didn’t want to return to her past life.If his gunshot wound wasn’t dealt with, he would meet his doom before the sun rose tomorrow morning.Sophie brought him to a medical laboratory at Horington University. She walked in freely as though she owned the place.After switching on the lights, she placed Tristan on the dissection table that the medical students used for their experiments.Opening one of the cabinets, she pulled out a surgical gown and put it on.There were no anesthetics around. He had fainted, so she assumed he could bear the pain.After putting on the surgical gloves, Sophie grabbed a pair of scissors and cut Tristan’s bloodied shirt into half.The bullet was pretty near to his heart, so if she didn’t pay enough attention, his heart might suffer from a rupture.She disinfected the scalpel and began to remove the bullet.Tristan prided himself as a tough man, but the pain jolted him awake when the scalpel sank into his chest.He glared at the young lady beside him who was holding the scalpel.“Who are you? Do you have a death wish?”Sophie had no idea Tristan would regain consciousness at this moment. It was understandable, though. There was an incision on his chest, so he was no less than a dead body if he were to remain motionless.“If