Chapter 2334: S-Rank Guide Forced Love 19

The two pushed open the heavy glass door, and a wave of heat mixed with deafening music hit them in the face.

By the bar and in the booths, all kinds of people crowded in—scantily clad dancers, fierce‑eyed mercenaries, drunk gamblers……

Countless gazes like searchlights instantly focused on the two who had just entered.

Especially Jin Chen.

He stood tall, wearing a well‑tailored dark coat that clashed with the surrounding rundown, greasy environment.

His strikingly handsome appearance and the cold, calm elite aura radiating from him instantly drew the greedy, curious, and even malicious gazes of everyone.

Among them, a few gazes came from the sentinels lurking in the corner shadows, their eyes bare‑faced scrutiny.

You Zan furrowed his brows; he disliked the atmosphere here, and he disliked how they looked at Jin Chen.

Sentinels instinctively protect their own guides,

You Zan stepped to Jin Chen's side‑front, and the powerful pressure of a high‑rank sentinel burst from him, precisely sweeping toward those few sentinels whose gazes were most blatant.

Those sentinels' faces instantly turned pale, and they stared in shock at You Zan standing before Jin Chen.

You Zan ignored everyone else and followed Jin Chen deeper into the bar.

Jin Chen was shielded behind him, watching You Zan's poised, leopard‑like stance, smiling as he matched his steps.

Before an inconspicuous small door.

Jin Chen raised his hand and quickly pressed a few times on the metal plate beside the door.

The small door slid open silently, revealing a narrow passage leading downward.

You Zan warily scanned the passage, confirmed there was no danger, then shielded Jin Chen as they slipped inside.

The passage wasn't long; at its end stood a heavier alloy door.

The door opened automatically, and the interior suddenly opened up.

Bright shadowless lights, cold metal instruments, and a faint scent of disinfectant filled the air.

This was clearly an advanced yet starkly minimalist and cold medical room.

Six doctors in dark uniforms, sharp and capable, had already been waiting; seeing Jin Chen enter, they immediately bowed respectfully.

This scene was… a little chilling.

You Zan looked at this lineup, his steps halted, and the hand holding his snack bag unconsciously tightened.

He abruptly turned to Jin Chen beside him and blurted, "……You're not secretly going to dissect me, are you?"

Jin Chen was choked by his sudden wild imagination, snapped his hand up, and pinched You Zan's cheek with a bit of force: "Nonsense."

Jin Chen said, "They don't belong to the Gaota system, so none of your bodily data will be recorded in any official files."

He paused, then said, "After this thorough check, I'll remove the Gaota locator inside you."

"Then I'll give you the chance to return to the ruins battlefield."

You Zan's hand gripping the snack bag clenched tight, and the packaging made a harsh scraping sound.

He stared fixedly at Jin Chen, "Don't lie to me."

Regaining his Gaota special sentinel status and being able to return to the ruins battlefield are two different things—even if either is currently out of reach for him.

But in just one day, Jin Chen had placed both of those things before him.

No high‑rank sentinel doesn't want to go to the battlefield—that place is etched with You Zan's past glory.

Jin Chen gazed at him seriously, set down the snack bag You Zan had been clutching tightly in his arms, pulled him into his embrace, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm not lying to you, You Zan—believe me."

You Zan's last shred of hesitation vanished.

This hesitation wasn't even doubt toward Jin Chen; it was him weighing his own condition, but in the end You Zan found that all his earlier doubts seemed to be resolving themselves.

And the one who wielded that blade was Jin Chen.

You Zan had no reason not to believe him.

He pressed against Jin Chen's shoulder, drew a deep, hard breath, and said, "All right."

——

Under the cold shadowless light, You Zan lay bare‑chested on the operating table.

The doctors moved swiftly and precisely, various precise non‑invasive scanning probes gliding over his body, subtle energy waves sweeping every inch of flesh and bone.

There was no lengthy questioning, no bureaucratic procedure—efficiency was astonishingly high.

The examination ended quickly.

You Zan sat up and looked at the comprehensive evaluation report that one doctor handed over, clearly displayed on the light screen.

He had never understood his own body so thoroughly before.

Jin Chen stood beside him, quickly scanning the data on the light screen, his fingertips tracing the key points.

After a moment, he shut off the light screen and encrypted the data for storage.

Jin Chen walked to You Zan's side, raised his long hand, and lightly pressed it on You Zan's back, covering the area beneath the left scapula.

"The Gaota locator is here; it needs to be taken out."

You Zan turned his head to look at Jin Chen's profile and couldn't help asking, "You're a Gaota councilor—why can you tolerate sentinels not being controlled by Gaota?"

This outright violates the core of Gaota's rules.

Jin Chen's gaze fell on You Zan's eyes, full of confusion and stubbornness, and he slightly leaned forward.

A soft kiss landed on the scapula, separated only by that thin layer of skin about to be cut.

A warm sensation passed through the skin, bringing a tingling that reached straight to the heart.

You Zan jolted as if struck by a weak current, unable to suppress a shudder, and heard Jin Chen say, "I am your guide, so I cannot tolerate anyone else controlling your identity information."

His words seemed magical; You Zan felt a scorching heat surge from his ears, instantly burning his neck.

As if scorched by those words, You Zan snapped his head away, growling, "……All right, I get it! Hurry up and start!"

Jin Chen chuckled, then pinched Yu Zan's nape again, and let the doctor in.

Yu Zan felt an extremely gentle mental power coming from the hand Jin Chen pressed on his shoulder, covering his entire shoulder and back.

The pain nerves seemed to be isolated by a soft membrane, and the icy sensation of the scalpel cutting the skin became distant and vague.

Jin Chen stood by the operating table, not leaving.

Yu Zan lay prone in a daze, his consciousness feeling as if it were floating in warm water, unable to sense specific pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the faint clinking of instruments ceased.

Extremely tiny, as thin as a cicada's wing, the silver crystal was picked up with tweezers, placed in a tray, and flickered with a weak, icy signal light.

"Suturing complete." the doctor reported.

Yu Zan's consciousness returned; he moved his shoulder, and the sutured skin felt slightly itchy, as if bugs were gnawing at it.

He instinctively wanted to reach out and scratch it.

"Don't move."

A cool hand promptly covered that newly sutured wound.

Jin Chen rubbed the skin around the wound, and the slight itchiness eased considerably.

Yu Zan lay on the table, feeling the temperature and force of the hand behind him, as well as Jin Chen's steady breathing.

Inexpressible complex emotions surged in his chest.

He remained silent, letting Jin Chen rub for a while until the itch gradually subsided, then he took a deep breath, braced himself on the operating table, and slowly sat up.

The doctors had already tidied up the instruments and withdrew silently.