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Jordan happened to be on his way to Pavilion Hall when he got the call.
When he picked up and heard what the servant said, he thought something was wrong with his ears. “Who did you say is fighting?”
“Sir and Madam,” the servant repeated anxiously.
Jordan paused for a second. He thought about it–today wasn’t April Fools‘ Day.
“Wait… are you sure?” Just look at Yunice. She was going to fight Wyatt?
Wyatt could knock her over with one slap. She wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back, would she?
But nothing was ever impossible. Jordan picked up his pace and headed toward Wyatt’s bedroom.
He raised his hand, about to knock–when a sudden bang came from inside!
Jordan froze. The sound was dull, but powerful. It sounded just like…
He kicked open the door and rushed into the room!
The place was a mess, like it had just been torn apart.
Yunice was sitting on the floor. Beside her lay a dropped gun.
Wyatt stood two steps away from her, an expression of disbelief on his face. His body leaned slightly backward.
Wyatt had been shot!
Jordan could hardly believe it–Wyatt had gotten hurt by Yunice? Still, he rushed toward him, trying to check where he’d been hit.
But Wyatt brushed him off and immediately lunged forward, pressing his hand to Yunice’s abdomen.
Wyatt was drenched in cold sweat, his expression drawn tight as he looked up at her.
Yunice was breathing heavily. She didn’t say a word, didn’t scream in pain.
But her face was pale as a sheet–something was definitely wrong.
Jordan, finally catching up, looked down and saw the blood slowly seeping through Wyatt’s fingers, which were clamped against Yunice’s lower abdomen.
Wyatt’s entire body was shaking. It was like he’d just been struck by lightning.
Once Jordan recovered from the initial shock, he immediately called for emergency aid.
What the hell happened in here?
Who fired the gun?~
Did Wyatt lose control and hurt her during a fight?
Wyatt stood stiffly outside the operating room, face cold but eyes filled with suppressed fear. “No damage to the kidneys, no damage to the spleen. She’s not going to die.”
He said it like a statement, but the way he stared at Jordan–he was clearly waiting for confirmation.
Jordan didn’t answer. He countered with a question. “Wyatt, what are you really thinking?”
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Jordan noticed Wyatt’s hand behind his back. He was quietly rubbing the blood off his fingers.
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Inside the operating room, Yunice was still conscious. Joe leaned in to reassure her. ‘Don’t be scared, we’ll give you anesthesia right now. The bullet didn’t hit any organs–it’s just embedded in the flesh. We just need to remove it.”
Yunice spoke softly, her voice faint. “Dr. Du, anesthesia doesn’t work on me. It won’t help.”
“What?” Joe’s face twisted with concern.
The door of the operating room opened. Jordan rushed up. “How’s she doing?”
The nurse said, “The patient doesn’t respond to anesthesia.”
Anesthesia doesn’t work?
Jordan realized what that meant. “So… they’re going to dig it out raw?”
The nurse nodded and hurried away.
Jordan turned and saw the complicated look on Wyatt’s face.
Wyatt stepped forward and knocked on the operating room door.
No outsiders were allowed in the OR, but Joe still let Wyatt inside.
Because if Wyatt wanted in, no one could stop him.
Since the wound hadn’t hit any vital organs, Yunice hadn’t passed out. Joc explained that while the injury wasn’t life- threatening, it was going to be excruciating.
Yunice had always had a high pain tolerance. No matter how much it hurt, she rarely made a sound. But every now and then, her consciousness would flicker–her eyes would go blank for a moment.
Wyatt stood beside her, sliding his hand into hers.
Joe was covered head to toe in surgical garb. Before he began, he glanced at Wyatt.
Wyatt’s face looked calm, but his eyes were swirling with chaos.
Noticing Joe’s look, Wyatt glared back at him, eyes rimmed red.
Joe snapped back to focus and began the procedure.
Scalpels, scissors, forceps–all kinds of cold, metallic tools dug into her flesh, prying, scraping, pulling. The pain was sharp and merciless.
No matter how good Yunice was at enduring, she couldn’t help but let out a few strangled cries. She squeezed Wyatt’s hand so hard she left deep marks–but what could that really do to case the pain?
Seeing her grit her teeth, Wyatt tried to cushion her grip with his own hand.
But Yunice turned her head away. She didn’t want him to touch her.
The foreign object was finally extracted. It clattered into the surgical tray with a loud clang.
Wyatt didn’t look back. But hearing that sound, he finally let out a breath.
Yunice didn’t last much longer–within moments, the pain dragged her into unconsciousness.
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