Chapter 9

　　\"That\'s good, so you won\'t have to be sad when I’m dead.\"

　　Oliver Shi suddenly said such words lightly.

　　Lucas Huo wanted to ask him what this meant. His eyes still closed, he grabbed Oliver’s hand. To his surprise, there was a warm, sticky liquid on his palm. Why, he hadn’t even gotten off, he thought. He craned his neck down and saw that there was blood, and a dagger sticking out of Oliver\'s abdomen. The blood flowed down his white thigh and dyed the ground red.

　　\"Are you crazy?\" Huo cried out. He could not understand whether he was angry or frightened.

　　\"Haven\'t you always said I\'m vicious? Well, I am.\" Oliver Shi covered his abdomen with his hand, turned to face Lucas, and touched his handsome face. \"I would rather die.\"

　　Lucas Huo ran to the hospital with Oliver Shi in his arms. Oliver Shi was in a coma.

　　As Lucas carried him, Oliver Shi felt lighter, as if he would be gone any minute now.

　　\"Doctor, doctor,\" Lucas Huo yelled.\"Help him! I want him to live!\"

　　Oliver Shi was pushed into the operating room and the door slammed shut in front of him. This seemed to jolt Lucas Huo back to reality. He looked at the blood on Oliver’s hands, and tried hard to recall the events that took place that night.

　　Lucas obviously hated him, and had merely used him so Jonathan could have a new kidney. Why does he now feel like this? As though he actually cared about Oliver?

　　When Jonathan Qiao heard the sound of Lucas’s voice, he rushed here. He saw Lucas Huo standing in the corridor, looking dishevelled.

　　Not only was he covered in blood, the buttons on his shirt were also mismatched. He had even forgotten to fasten his belt, and the buckle hung from the loop on his pants. It was pretty obvious what he had been doing just before he came here.

　　Jonathan Qiao squinted in anger. He hadn’t been physical with Lucas, but that was his own choice. After he came back to China, he wanted to ‘cook raw rice’ so to speak, taking his time to cultivate desire and affection from his man. He knew it was a foolproof way to any man’s heart.

　　However, he could not bear it. Lucas kept doing it with Oliver, even with him here!

　　Is he in love with Oliver Shi?

　　\"Lucas,\" Jonathan Qiao called out, swallowing his anger and putting on a gentle face. \"Oliver will be OK. Don\'t worry.\"

　　\"I\'m not worried about him,\" Huo turned his eyes to Jonathan Qiao, and his eyes flashed. \"I\'m just worried about whether this will affect the kidney transplant. Yes, I\'m just worried about the kidney.\"

　　He repeated the last sentence, as if to persuade himself.

　　\"I know you care about me,\" Jonathan Qiao said, looking at the door of the operating room. \"Tomorrow\'s operation...\"

　　\"It’s off.\" Huo answered without thinking.

　　Jonathan Qiao\'s heart was filled with venom, but the expression on his face remained kind and calm, \"Lucas, I\'m not in a hurry.\"

　　Relieved, Lucas hugged him. \"Joe, you’re such a kind-hearted person.\" After thinking about it, he added, \"If there is a more suitable match, then maybe we don’t need Oliver anymore and we can let him go...\"

　　Jonathan Qiao began to breathe laboriously, grabbed Lucas\'s collar and coughed a mouthful of blood.