Chapter 317
The vast Emergency Department was jam–packed with injured patients, the smell of blood mixed with the scent of charred flesh fermenting in the humid air. The doctors were completely overwhelmed, and even those with the most basic medical knowledge had volunteered to help out.
Adler had been stationed at the border for years, but this sudden attack had left over a hundred of his men dead from the artillery fire, with only about thirty surviving. Those who survived were all injured, many of them disfigured by the blasts.
In the innermost room of the Emergency Department, Connor and four other leaders stood around Adler, who lay on the bed. His body was almost entirely covered in injuries, with a particularly gruesome wound on his head, bleeding profusely.
Yara was frantically trying to stop the bleeding and treat him. The burns on his body were manageable, but the head wound was another story. Adler had been shot in the head, near the skull, and even a professional neurosurgeon would be hard–pressed to treat him, especially since neurosurgery wasn’t Yara’s specialty.
“Boss, Adler’s been shot in the head, close to the skull. It’s critical, and we need to operate immediately, but I can’t guarantee I can save him…” Yara said, biting her lips
“How likely is it that you can save him?” Connor asked, his gaze fixed on Adler, his dark eyes heavy with worry.
“At most, I have a 30% chance.”
Yara clenched her teeth. “Actually, if we could get my uncle, Master Jules, to come here, Adler would have a fighting chance. But he’s in Europe, and there’s no way he can get here in time.”
“Only 30%…” Jason’s heart sank.
The other leaders were silent. Thirty percent might as well be no chance at all. They were used to the dangers of their line of work, but seeing a brother who had faced death alongside them now lying on the brink was still
gut–wrenching.
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Connor’s left hand clenched into a fist behind his back, his jaw tight. “Do your
best to treat him.”
He squeezed out the words, his voice rough.
“Yes!” Yara nodded firmly. “I’ll prepare for the surgery right away.”
The base had a sterile operating room for such emergencies. Yara had Adler moved and recruited two promising disciples to assist her.
The surgery lasted over four hours, finishing at 1 a.m. Connor and the three leaders waited outside the whole time.
Finally, the door opened, and Yara, dressed in surgical gear, walked out.
“How did it go?” Zack rushed forward, his voice hoarse with anxiety.
Yara removed her mask, looking exhausted but excited. “The surgery was a success! We got the bullet out. He’s not out of the woods yet, but the rest should be manageable.”
Adler’s life was saved!
Pax, Jason, and Zack couldn’t hide their excitement. Connor’s eyes flickered, and the tension in his chest eased.
“Yara, you’re amazing!”
Zack’s admiration for Yara grew, convinced she was perfect for Connor. Her medical skills were outstanding, and her martial abilities were impressive, far surpassing Flora’s.
“It’s late; you all should get some rest,” Yara suggested, looking at Connor. “Boss, you should go back too. I’ll handle things here.”
“Yara, take care of yourself,” Zack added. “You were badly injured last time and still haven’t fully recovered. Don’t overdo it.”
“Although the bruises haven’t completely faded, I’m much better now. Ms. Flora… she must really dislike me. Boss, please don’t blame Ms. Flora. She’s your fiancée, and no matter what she does, I’ll endure it…” Yara forced a weak smile, her pale face looking even more pitiable.
Pax and Jason exchanged glances, thinking her words were quite loaded.
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Connor merely glanced at Yara, his thoughts unreadable. After instructing her to take good care of Adler, he returned to the manor.
Yara watched him leave, her hands clenched at her sides. Flora had hurt her badly before, and Connor had never come to check on her. She had just performed hours of surgery, and even Zack showed concern, but Connor hadn’t said a word.
She wasn’t ready to give up! Once Adler was healed and she had the miracle drug, she wondered if Connor would still underestimate her.
Connor returned to the manor, quietly went upstairs, and opened the door. The room was dark, with only the bedside lamp casting a soft yellow glow,
making Flora’s sleeping face look gentle.
Connor approached the bed, picked up the remote control, turned up the temperature a bit, and pulled the blanket over Flora.
“Goodnight,” he whispered, kissing her forehead before leaving.
The next day, Flora woke up early, feeling uneasy without Connor beside her. After getting ready, she went downstairs and saw Connor busy in the kitchen, which lifted her spirits and brought a smile to her face.
She leaned on the kitchen doorframe, watching him. “What time did you get back last night?”
“After midnight. It was late, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I rested in the next room. Set the table, breakfast is ready.”
“Okay.”
Flora set the table, and Connor brought out the plates. Flora preferred a Chinese–style breakfast, which was more intricate and time–consuming than Western breakfasts, but Connor didn’t mind the effort and made various dishes for her.
Just as they finished breakfast, Moss and Beck hurried over. Moss whispered something to Connor, who stood up and quickly left, with Moss and Beck following closely behind..