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When the doctor spoke, everyone naturally obeyed.
Despite their concern for Jackson’s condition, Lionel and Yvonne had to stop at the door.
The others, seeing this, also gave up the idea of entering the room.
However, a voice suddenly sounded.
“Let me in,” Oneida’s determined voice rang out, catching everyone’s attention.
Her eyes were resolute as she stared at the doctor.
“Oneida, you-” Bella frowned, unhappy with Oneida’s insistence on entering.
What right did she have to go in?
Was she going to cause trouble?
“What are you going in for?” Bella asked through gritted teeth, her disdain clear. “Don’t get in the doctor’s way!”
Oneida remained composed, her gaze fixed on the doctor, exuding a calm yet fierce demeanor.
“Do you think I’ll be a troublemaker?” She asked with an air of confidence.
The doctor pressed his lips together, recalling the day Jackson was injured by the bomb.
That day, Oneida displayed remarkable skill under pressure.
It was a performance he remembered vividly.
“Alright, you can come in. The rest will wait outside.” The doctor nodded, allowing Oneida to enter.
“Why?” Bella felt a surge of dissatisfaction. “Then I want to go in too.”
She stepped forward, wanting to follow Oneida into the room,
Victor blocked Bella’s path.
“Unnecessary personnel are not allowed,” he said as he coldly glanced at Bella, his warning directed at everyone.
At the same time, Oneida had followed the doctor into the room. Victor followed closely behind, shutting the room door tightly behind them.
Inside, Jackson lay on the bed, his face calm but pale.
His eyes were closed, lips slightly pressed together, and the blood from his wound had stained the white sheets.
Oneida hurried to the bedside, her eyes intently on Jackson.
“Luckily, the blood loss isn’t excessive,” the doctor said after a quick examination. Jackson’s condition wasn’t as dire as it could have been, largely thanks to Oneida’s earlier efforts to stop the bleeding.
“But it’s still serious,” the doctor added with a frown. “The bullet is very close to the heart. It’s dangerous. We need to remove it first.”
With that, the doctor began preparing his tools.
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“I’ll help you stop the bleeding,” Oneida said, picking up a roll of gauze.
Removing the bullet was easier said than done.
The location was dangerous, and any mistake could be fatal, potentially causing severe bleeding.
Oneida intended to assist the doctor in stopping the bleeding.
Though she was capable of extracting the bullet herself, with a professional present, she chose not to overstep.
The doctor nodded and began the procedure.
First, he administered an anesthetic to Jackson.
Then came the most challenging part, which was removing the bullet from the bloody wound.
Oneida’s eyes were fixed on the doctor’s hands, closely monitoring his every move as any error could have disastrous consequences, and she needed to be ready to intervene.
Fortunately, the doctor’s hands were steady and skilled.
Oneida couldn’t find any fault with his technique, which eased her anxiety a bit.
Still, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone’s nerves were on edge as the bullet had not yet been extracted.
Victor watched the scene with a furrowed brow, his fingers clenching reflexively.
Jackson looked incredibly weak at that moment.
The slightest mistake could be catastrophic.
For the first time, Victor silently prayed that Jackson would survive this ordeal.
The doctor’s forehead was beaded with sweat.
He, too, felt the weight of responsibility, knowing Jackson’s life was in his hands. He had to be extremely cautious.
Oneida’s expression was equally grave.
She squinted slightly, her lips pressed tightly together.
The bright red blood staining her view was all Jackson’s.
Even now, she couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt.
She had dragged Jackson into this, causing him such severe injury.
If she could turn back time, she’d rather the bullet had hit her. She’d rather be the one lying on the bed, enduring this pain.
Suppressing her tumultuous emotions, she refocused on the doctor’s every move.
Finally, the doctor extracted the bullet from Jackson’s wound and placed it in a tray.
“Thank goodness, Victor sighed with relief, the tension in his eyes easing slightly.
Oneida immediately took over, tending to Jackson’s wound with trembling fingers.
The blood, warm and sticky, flowed over her fingertips, carrying Jackson’s heat.
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With the bullet out, treating the wound was crucial to prevent infection.
She worked meticulously, her experience and skill evident.
The doctor watched her, impressed by her adept handling.
Oneida truly had a deep understanding of medicine.
Despite the severity of the injury, she managed the treatment effortlessly.
Oneida’s gaze remained focused on the wound, her demeanor calm and serious.
Soon, the wound was properly treated.
She let out a gentle breath.
Jackson’s injury had been dealt with successfully, and no critical complications had arisen.
Jackson was safe,
Oneida finally felt a sense of relief, but the man before her still lay unconscious, showing no signs of waking.
Victor helped change Jackson into clean clothes and laid him flat on the bed.
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“There shouldn’t be any danger to his life now. It’s just a matter of when he’ll wake up,” the doctor said with a slow sigh.
I’ll stay here with him,” Oneida said, crouching by the bedside, her eyes fixed on Jackson.
“Alright, stay with him and let me know the moment he wakes up,” the doctor instructed before leaving the room.
As soon as he stepped out, the others crowded around him.
“Doctor, how is my son?” Yvonne’s eyes, still teary and red, pleaded with the doctor for reassurance.
Lionel’s anxious expression mirrored hers, his concern evident. “Doctor, how is Jack?”
Karen and Bella also stared intently at the doctor, their faces filled with worry.
“He’s out of immediate danger,” the doctor replied, his tone grave. “But he hasn’t woken up yet. I can’t say when he will.”
