Chuck was hastily getting dressed, barking instructions at the same time, "Snap a picture of Mr. Winston's wound and send it to me right now. I'll tell you how to handle a bullet wound. Don't panic, I'm on my way!"
No sooner had Chuck finished speaking than he was in his car, heading to them in full speed.
Marguerite quickly sent the photo, and soon received an audio message from Chuck.
Meanwhile, Hayes had prepared some hot water and the first-aid kit.
With trembling hands, Marguerite cut open Frederick's shirt with scissors and sterilized a pair of tweezers over a small alcohol lamp.
She played Chuck's audio message over and over again, her hand trembling as she extended the tweezers towards Frederick's wound.
But Marguerite was no trained doctor, removing the bullet was like groping in the dark!
A sharp intake of breath echoed in the room.
She didn't know what she had hit, but whatever it was, it was enough to rouse the unconscious man.
Marguerite's hand shook even more violently, but in a stroke of blind luck, the tweezers clamped onto something metallic. Without thinking, she yanked it out, and the bullet rolled out from Frederick's flesh!
Frederick grunted in pain, sweats forming on his forehead. His teeth clenched in pain, he grabbed Marguerite's wrist, "Marguerite, you've been holding a grudge against me for a while, huh? Do you think that I'm not in enough pain, so you twisted the knife inside me?"
Marguerite's face was pale, her throat trembling as she stammered, "I... I was just trying to remove the bullet..."
"Did you get it out?"
"Yes... don't move, I'll bandage you up."
Marguerite quickly found some gauze and clumsily wrapped it around the man's shoulder and chest.
Frederick, now more alert, looked down at the haphazard bandage on his chest with a look of distaste.
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