Zayn didn't seem to want to talk about me anymore, so he stood up from his chair and said, "Okay, go back to your business."
...
Zayn said that Stella was safe.
But he still found time to go to the hospital.
Stella, whose operation was exceptionally successful, has been transferred from the ICU to the general ward.
Despite her frail body, she looked at Zayn and asked with concern, "Zayn, why do you look so haggard? Is the dismemberment case not going well?"
Zayn nodded, "It wasn't going well, so I couldn't accompany you for the surgery."
Stella smiled sensibly.
"Your work is more important. I can get it myself."
"Stella is the best."
Zayn touched the top of her head with relief, "Does the wound hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. It won't hurt as long as you care about me."
"It's a pity that I have to deal with the case later and can't stay with you for a while."
"It doesn't matter. Your work is more important."
Zayn nodded and said seriously, "We haven't figured out the criminals' ultimate goal yet. For safety reasons, I will hire two more nurses to accompany you. Don't run around, okay?"
"Don't worry, Zayn. I will protect myself."
Stella held Zayn's hand and smiled happily.
But I was so sad that I cried.