Chapter 103: Assisting Emanuele With His Wound


    Chapter 103: Assisting Emanuele with His Wound


    Isabe wasted no time. She instructed Phillip to turn on a shlight, while she soaked a cloth in


    alcohol to disinfect Emanuele''s wound. But before that, she had to carefully tear away the blood-


    soaked bandages that had clotted around the injury. As she did, Emanuele couldn''t help but


    grimace in pain, despite her cautious approach.


    Once the old bandages were removed, Isabe started to clean Emanuele''s wound with alcohol,


    which stung even more. Emanuele couldn''t help but let out a muffled groan.


    "Endure it," Isabe said sternly. She had to clean the wound to prevent any infection, and she


    knew it was vital.


    After disinfecting the wound, she took out sterilized tweezers and began to delicately probe for the


    bullet fragment. As she worked, she couldn''t help but furrow her brow. The bullet was lodged in a


    tricky spot, close to a major blood vessel. Removing it could lead to severe bleeding.


    "Perhaps it''s best if we go to the hospital," Isabe suggested.


    Emanuele immediately shook his head, a resolute look in his eyes. "I can''t go to the hospital."


    Isabe sighed. She knew Emanuele was stubborn about seeking medical attention.


    He didn''t want to go, and she couldn''t force him.


    "Alright, I''ll do my best," she thought, hoping that with luck, there wouldn''t be excessive bleeding.


    Thinking about this, Isabe carefully probed Emanuele''s wound. Her eyes focused on the injury as


    she pinpointed the exact location of the bullet.


    Through the bloody and gruesome wound, amidst the strong scent of blood, Isabe furrowed her


    brows. She diligently extracted the bullet and immediately pressed a towel against Emanuele''s


    wound. The entire procedure was swift.


    She looked up at Emanuele, who appeared to be in a good state of mind and physical condition.


    "Thank goodness," Isabe couldn''t help but sigh with relief. As long as Emanuele''s spirits were


    fine, there shouldn''t be any major issues.


    To ensure there were no leftover bullet fragments and the wound was clean, Isabe conducted a


    thorough examination before proceeding to stitch up Emanuele''s wound.


    Everyone present had their eyes fixed on Isabe. Emanuele, who had previously been treated by


    her, remained rtively calm.


    The others, like Tony and Phillip, wore expressions of utter shock. They were aware that Isabe


    was a doctor, but they hadn''t expected her to handle such situations. After all, she had only recently


    graduated from college.


    Tony and Harry had personally seen her unwaveringposure during a previous attack. They had


    seen her handle a gun and tend to their wounds afterward, earning their profound respect.


    However, Isabe''s actions today managed to astonish them once again.


    The rest of Emanuele''s men were equally impressed, as they had never seen Isabe perform


    these medical tasks. Witnessing her maintainposure during such a critical moment left them in


    awe.


    With her taskplete, Isabe washed away the bloodstains from her hands and clothing. Despite


    the gruesome scene and Emanuele''s blood-soaked appearance, she didn''t find it frightening. She


    knew she had just saved a life.


    She found herself fearful of such gruesome sights, typically because of people like Emanuele who


    held life so cheaply. Witnessing a life slipping away before her eyes was what truly frightened


    Isabe and sometimes even made her feel queasy.


    However, when she was rescuing someone, no matter how gruesome their wounds, she could


    remainposed.


    After finishing with her task, Isabe realized that those strong men in the living room were intently


    watching her. She was a bit puzzled and asked, "What are you looking at? Do any of you need help


    with your injuries?"


    "No, thank you, ma''am," they immediately waved her off. They knew that even if they had minor


    injuries, they could handle them on their own.


    With Emanuele''s wound treated, Isabe asked, "Would you like to rest for a while?"


    She could see the exhaustion in Emanuele''s eyes. Bloodshot and marked with dark circles, he


    appeared utterly fatigued.


    Emanuele nodded, aware that he hadn''t had proper rest for several days. Coupled with the intense


    battle they had just fought, he knew it was time for him to take a break.


    Seeing that they were no longer needed in the room, Phillip and the others quietly left.


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    Isabe supported Emanuele back to their room, and he requested, "Could you fill the bathtub for


    me? I''d like to soak for a bit."


    Isabe was surprised to hear such a polite request from him. In the past, Emanuele''s words were


    typicallymands. What he said, he expected to be done without question, and no one could


    challenge him. Today, he had requested something from her.


    However, Emanuele didn''t reply to her question.


    He was too exhausted, feeling as though he might fall asleep any second, yet a sense of unease


    gnawed at him. He hade prepared to capture Frederick, to make him pay for his actions. He


    had brought many men with him, and yet, they had missed their target. The fact that Frederick had


    constructed an escape tunnel was something Emanuele had failed to anticipate. The old man was


    far more cautious and resourceful than he had imagined.


    Emanuele believed that Frederick''s longevity was a testament to his cunning. Frustration weighed


    heavily on him.


    Emanuele decided to call Isidoro. "Isidoro, Frederick escaped through a tunnel. Do you have any


    leads on him?"


    "Is that so?" Isidoro sounded surprised. "That''s not good. He''s bound to be more cautious now.


    Finding him will be much harder."


    "I know," Emanuele said with a very grim expression.


    Because he was well aware of this, he brought so many people with him, eager to raze Frederick''s


    hideout to the ground. But he didn''t expect that the cunning old man had a trick up his sleeve.


    Emanuele''s face was extremely grim at this moment. Although they had almost wiped out


    Frederick''s subordinates, as long as Frederick was still alive, it meant he might still be lurking in the


    shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Emanuele had fought against him and knew how


    tenacious he could be. This feeling was far from pleasant.


    "Alright, don''t dwell on it. If I get any news about him, I''ll notify you immediately," Isidoro said.


    After their conversation, Isabe walked out of the bathroom. "Emanuele, you can go take a bath


    now."


    "Okay," Emanuele replied. He started walking towards the bathroom, but halfway there, he stopped


    and turned to look at Isabe. "Want to join me?"


    "No!" Isabe immediately refused. Even though she hadn''t seen Emanuele for a long time and was


    happy to be reunited, she also wanted to be considerate. Emanuele was injured and exhausted,


    and she was afraid he might overexert himself. She hoped he would take a bath, rest, and regain


    his strength.