Chapter 30: unforgettable
Evan has fulfilled his wish this time. The Duke's eyes have never left Evan since he was shot at the beginning. He has always used a very contradictory look Looking at him, with deep despair mixed with vague expectations, he looked at Evan, pale and bloodless profile, as if he would suddenly open his eyes in the next moment and look at him with a gentle smile.
But Evan has been lying still like that, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, but the whole person has no intention of waking up, Duke Wilson is a little stunned.
Dr. Hester felt a little strange when he saw this scene, but he was a very upright man, so he didn't think too much, just pulled the Duke's sleeve and whispered: "Sir , please leave first, I'm going to treat Mr. Pastor."
Duke Wilson turned to look at Dr. Hester in confusion, and made a sleepwalking voice: "Treatment?"
Dr. Hester nodded: "The bullet entered Mr. Reverend's body, and I have to help him get it out."
The Duke lowered his head to look at Evan, his bloodless lips were completely devoid of their usual vitality, and the blond hair, which was bright and sunny, was slightly dimmed at this time.
"Will he wake up?" asked the duke suddenly.
Doctor Hester frowned. The tone of the Duke's words was a little strange, as if something darker was hidden. He glanced at the Duke cautiously and replied cautiously: "My lord, it depends on God's will."
"God?" The Duke stretched out his hand and stroked Evan's hair. His hand almost trembled, and the blood on his hand made Evan's hair a little embarrassed.
"He is such a devout believer, God will wake him up." The Duke smiled and looked at Evan, but his smile was uglier than crying.
No matter how slow Dr. Hester was, he realized that something was wrong at this time. Before he even had time to make a surprised expression, he was frightened by the vicious gaze of the Chris butler next to him.
He is a person who is very good at winking. He hurriedly restrained the strangeness in his heart and lowered his head.
The Duke suddenly stood up from Evan's bedside, he turned to leave, but couldn't help but gave Evan a deep look, and then he seemed to be unable to bear anything, Turned around and left.
Butler Chris also walked out, and in a moment, only Dr. Hester was left in the room, and he looked at the direction where the Duke left.
He really couldn't believe that the duke had such wicked thoughts about Mr. Priest, and he wanted to put Arya...
Dr. Hester couldn't help fighting a cold war, he had to forget that even if Arya became an old girl, she couldn't have anything to do with Reverend Bruce, Duke Wilson is amazing , he knows better than anyone.
Dr. Hester sympathetically glanced at Evan, who was lying in bed not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Poor Pastor Bruce, I really don't know what the scene would be like when he knew the truth.
Dr. Hester sighed and began to open his medicine cabinet to start treatment for Evan.
The bullet that penetrated Evan's body was buffered by the iron sheet and was not very deep. Dr. Hester only cut a small incision and took out the bullet with tweezers .
He glanced at it roughly, but his heart was tight. This is not an ordinary civilian ammunition. If he is not mistaken, it is obviously the latest military ammunition.
Dr. Hester was sweating coldly from his back, but he didn't dare to slow down, so he quickly wiped Evan's wound with alcohol. Speaking of which, the extraction of alcohol was taught to him by Evan a few days ago , He tried it a few times, and the effect was very good, but this time it saved Evan's life.
Although the main bullet was taken out, the black sand scattered by the ammunition still needs to be taken out slowly by Doctor Hester. It was too much, and it was soon completed, but at this time Dr. Hester still didn't dare to relax. You must know that the most difficult level was the high fever that followed.
Dr. Hester rubbed alcohol on the wound again, and rubbed it with the hemostatic medicine he suddenly got from an oriental businessman a few days ago. He wrapped the wound with fine gauze and walked out of the room.
When he came out, the duke was sitting in the small living room on the second floor. He didn't even change his clothes, his body was stained with blood. Butler Chris was standing aside, holding the clothes in his hands, looking embarrassed .
Seeing Doctor Hester coming out, the Duke stood up immediately: "How is it?"
Dr. Hester sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and said in a low voice, "The bullets have been taken out, as long as Mr. Pastor can survive tonight, everything will be fine. "
After hearing this, the Duke immediately fell back on the chair as if he had collapsed.
"Excellent! Thank you, Dr. Hester!" Butler Chris spoke first, and his originally indifferent face also showed some joy at this time.
"Your Highness, did you hear me?"
Butler Chris immediately turned to look at Duke Wilson, only to find that the Duke was leaning on the back of the chair, his face sallow and cold sweat dripping.
Butler Chris ran up immediately: "Sir Duke, what's the matter with you?"
Dr. Hester was also taken aback and hurried forward.
"Sir, are you injured?" Dr. Hester was still very experienced, and immediately asked the idea.
Duke Wilson was covered in blood, and naturally he couldn't see the abrasions on his arm.
On the wound, Dr. Hester carefully tore off the fabric. It should have been painful, but the Duke's face remained the same.
Dr. Hester admired and feared that this man was so cruel to himself and others.
Dr. Hester wiped the Duke's wound with alcohol, and took out the herbs he bought from an oriental merchant from his bag. He wanted to apply it to the Duke, but was stopped by Chris Steward. Living.
"What is this?" Butler Chris frowned, looking at the black thing in Doctor Hester's hand.
"I bought the hemostatic medicine from an oriental merchant, and it works very well." Dr. Hester's expression was very certain.
This is actually a coincidence, once again he went to a pub for a drink, and suddenly met a mysterious oriental man with a cloth covering his face, full of oriental mystery, he told him Hester didn't believe in selling hemostatic drugs at first, but the businessman appeared on the spot and said that it was so magical and efficient that he had to believe it.
Butler Chris looked at Dr. Hester with some distrust, but the Duke said at this time: "Let him use it."
He knows Dr. Hester very well. He is very cautious and will not take medicine lightly, especially to himself.
Butler Chris didn't dare to stop him any more, and Dr. Hester hurried forward to help the Duke apply medicine.
The Duke's injury was not serious. As soon as the medicine was applied, the bleeding stopped. Dr. Hester helped the Duke to bandage the wound and stepped aside.
The Duke looked at the fine gauze wrapped by Dr. Hester, and said solemnly, "How do you get through tonight?"
Dr. Hester was stunned, and finally realized that he was asking about Pastor Bruce.
"Mr. Pastor's wound is not deep, but he is afraid of festering, so he needs regular dressing changes and cooling." Dr. Hester said immediately.
The Duke nodded immediately: "I can do this."
Dr. Hester was shocked, but he didn't dare to say a word, he just stood aside cautiously, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.
Butler Chris seemed to be about to say something, but looking at the Duke's firm eyes, he didn't say a word in the end, just sighed softly.
Duke Wilson ignored the performance of these two people, turned around and entered the room, he stood at the end of the bed, a little afraid to walk over, he was afraid to see Evan's pale and lifeless face, that would come to him It was like a nightmare, he never thought that he would have such a big reaction to a person's life and death.
In the end, he walked up to Evan. Although Evan was still pale at this time, he no longer had the terrifying face he had before. Duke Wilson's tense heart finally relaxed a little. He was half-kneeling in front of Evan's bed, and looked at his handsome profile with some fascination.
With a slightly sick face, she looked a little weak in the sunlight, but somehow, Duke Wilson's heart was greatly satisfied, he was not dead, he was still alive, just This made him ecstatic.
Duke Wilson moved a chair from the side and sat beside Evan's bed, he stared at his face for a long time, and his originally panicked heart seemed to calm down little by little .
The tyranny that wanted to destroy the whole world suddenly disappeared at this moment, he just wanted to sit here forever and watch him.
Duke Wilson finally realized at this time that Evan was so important to him, Duke Wilson reached out and wanted to touch his hand outside the quilt, but he was touching his Stopped at that moment.
He suddenly remembered, this person in front of him is a clergyman, a believer of the Lord, he will not appreciate this kind of emotion beyond ethics, he will never accept his dirty mind .
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, Duke Wilson frowned, turned and walked out.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice, opening the door.
At the door is the embarrassed butler Chris.
"My lord the duke, the other gentlemen and ladies are back."
Duke Wilson gritted his teeth, and he suddenly regretted inviting these people over.
"Let them be quiet." The Duke dropped the sentence coldly, and turned to close the door.
Butler Chris hurriedly said, "Sir, they want to see you."
Duke Wilson did not slow down the closing of the door: "Tell them I'm fine, let them stay honest and talk about it tomorrow." After that, he closed the door without any doubt.
He walked to Evan's bed again, looking at Evan's pale face, his face became gloomy again.
This incident was not accidental. He had seen the bullets that Dr. Hester took out. Naturally, he knew more about this thing than Dr. Hester. This is not only military ammunition, but also more It is the ammunition of the noble soldiers. Few people can get gunpowder of this level, and he has a deep hatred for him, of course he wants to come out.
Duke Wilson looked out the window and smiled coldly. Since someone wants to challenge his patience, let him feel his anger well.