Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1270

The aide knew that Alvina Miller was truly worried, and he also wanted to know if Mr. Vice - President was safe and sound right now. When the gun sounded, and he saw the blood dripping from Mr. Vice - President's shoulder, he was also startled. But even if Joseph was hit by the gun, Joseph could still calmly tell him to find Alvina Miller, and ensure her safety. This was an order.

"Alright, Miss Miller, I'll give him a call!" The aide knew that Alvina Miller had special feelings for the Mr. Vice-President. For the two of them who loved each other, the only thing they cared about was each other.

The call connected. Joseph Grant's voice came out, "Is she alright?"

"I'm fine. Are you hurt?" Alvina Miller's voice that carried a weeping tone, Joseph Grant's heart trembled slightly.

Joseph Grant endured the pain and said with a smile: "I'm fine too, why are you crying?" "I'm worried about you!" Alvina Miller only relaxed after hearing his voice, as if he was no different from usual.

"I am careless this time. It was just a lesson to me. I need to be more careful when I go out next time. Leave with the aide-de-camp first. Don't worry about me anymore!" Joseph Grant said in a low voice.

"Alright, then take care of yourself." After Alvina Miller finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

She knew that he was physically injured and needed treatment, so she didn't want to delay his injury.

Joseph Grant put away the phone, his handsome face pale white from the pain, veins popping out from his forehead as he perspired cold sweat.

"Mr. Vice - President, just use some anesthetic. Pulling bullets like this will hurt a lot!" The Military Doctor, who was following behind them, took out a bullet that had been shot into Joseph Grant's shoulder from a carriage.

"No, I have a meeting in an hour, I can't use anesthetic!" Joseph Grant clenched his teeth and urged: "Hurry, if I'm unconscious, remember to wake me up!"

The young Mr. Vice - President was really putting his all in this fight, because this kind of injury had already happened more than once. The group of people accompanying him all did respect Vice - President's ability to resist pain at all.

"Then please bear with it. I will do it as soon as possible!” The military doctor was also sweating profusely. He was afraid that if his skills were not good enough, Mr. Vice -President would suffer more.

"Make it!" Joseph Grant bit the collar of the suit on his side. He did not know if it was because Alvina Miller had given him these clothes, but he had managed to change the pain in an instant.

Although the military doctor said he would speed up, it wasn't that easy for him to take out a bullet.

Joseph Grant clenched his teeth, he did not make a sound, only that his face was turning paler and paler, along with the cold sweat on his forehead, it was pouring down like beans, with blood flowing like columns. Beside them, people were helping to stop the bleeding, handing over all kinds of medical equipment, and in that moment, the atmosphere in the car parked by the side of the road became extremely heavy, everyone held their breath, they had forgotten about the time, and hoped that everything would hurry up.

"Mister... The bullets have been taken out! " Finally, when everyone heard this, they all let out sighs of relief.

However, Joseph Grant had already fainted and everyone's faces were filled with pain.

"Drive the car and go back. Mister still needs to catch a meeting and go change his clothes first." One of his aides spoke solemnly.

Joseph Grant woke up half an hour later. At this moment, he was in a safe zone, changing his clothes. When he opened his eyes, he saw the assistant holding a shirt that was dyed in blood, and the suit jacket to throw away.

"Don't throw it away, help me pack it up!" Joseph Grant saw it and immediately shouted to stop it.

"Sir, this shirt is covered in blood!"

"I know, I just need to wash up!" Joseph Grant was reluctant to throw away the clothes that she gifted him.

The aide - de - camp had an astonished expression. Last time. Vice - President himself requested to burn the blood-stained clothes, why was it that this time ...

Since Mr. Vice-President didn't want to throw it away, it naturally had to be properly stored away.

Joseph Grant's arm was bandaged up, if he was able to endure the pain, no one would be able to tell if he was injured or not.

"Sir, there's still 20 minutes before the deadline. We can still make it in time!"