Chapter 97: Taking Out The Bullet

The temporary operating room was set up in Marys bedroom. As an experienced attending doctor who had personally operated on himself, Monroe tried his best to disinfect himself, then it was Adelas and Georges turns.

Mary was already drowsy. Monroe came over to wake her up. Hey baby? Wake up. Were going to take the bullet and bandage your wound. Then well leave tonight and ditch this place.

Mary was already dizzy from the loss of blood. When she heard Monroes words, she only nodded vaguely.

Monroe felt that the situation could not be delayed any longer.

Marys upper body was still wrapped in the quilt. Monroe only lifted the quilt off her lower body.

Adela and George walked in. When they saw the chaos in the room and Mary on the bed, both of their hearts gasped!

Adela was so angry that his entire body was trembling!

Was this still his young and beautiful, adorable and charming Lady Mary?

Her face was covered in bruises and her original appearance could no longer be seen clearly!

Her beautiful golden hair was scattered on the pillow and there were bloodstains everywhere. Even the bedsheets and blankets were covered in blood!

Marys pair of long legs were exposed and her left thigh of was badly mutilated and dripping with blood. Even the three men who had witnessed much worse scenes before, could not bear to take another look.

From this, it could be seen how intense the fight between Mary and Aaron was and they did not even notice it!

The three of them cursed Aaron in their hearts and then they cursed themselves, d.a.m.n it!

Monroe was still calm, and first cleaned the blood around the wound, then took out the morphine from the medical kit.

This was something they had to have when they went out. Although the dosage was very small and they did not use it often, it was always better to be prepared by having it.

He had only been taking Mary on a trip to the hot spring, he did not expect all of this to happen, and even for the morphine to be used on her body!

Monroe pushed the needle into Marys skin in an orderly manner. After confirming the local anesthesia was taking effect, he immediately operated on her personally.

Although he was not a professional doctor, he was already very familiar with taking bullets out. In fact, he could even get better with practice.

Very soon, he took out the bullet and perfectly avoided the main artery.

He stopped the bleeding, sutured the needle, applied medicine, and bandaged the wound.

Everything proceeded quickly and smoothly.

Alright, you guys go and get ready. Ill see you on the yacht in half an hour.

Adela and George heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. They stood up and took off their gloves. Yes! Boss!

Adela cast a reluctant glance at Mary before he left. After being stared at by Monroes hostile eyes, Adela suddenly s.h.i.+vered. He did not know why, but he felt that the gaze of their Boss just now was very terrifying!

After everyone had left, Monroe lifted the blanket on Marys upper body.

Her originally cold skin had warmed up a little.

Only now did he see clearly that there were bruises and sc.r.a.pes on her upper body.

They were stark against the soft, pale skin of her exposed body.

The robe she wore when she slept was torn in half. Monroe simply used scissors to cut off the rest of the robe.

After a careful inspection, Monroe washed and disinfected Mary.

Then he picked up the ointment and used his fingers to gently apply it on her chest.

Her chest was soft and white, like a pair of large marshmallows.

It was even more beautiful and charming than the other day when he saw them through her wet clothes.

But on the injured side, there were five obvious finger marks on the flesh and the originally pink nipple had turned purple.

Monroes heart was filled with anger that he had nowhere to vent, but his hands were still very gentle.

The cream was rubbed on the areola and tip of the nipple. It was cold and would be very comfortable. Moreover, this cream was very special and cost a lot, so the bruises would heal in two or three days.

Monroe was about to raise his hand to move his hand when he suddenly saw that Marys injured nipple was perking up because of his ministrations.

This was a natural bodily reaction, but he felt his throat go dry when he saw it.

Monroes gaze quickly moved up. He restrained the impulse he shouldnt have and applied medicine on Marys face.

Soon, he finished his work and went to find a clean dress for Mary to change into.

When everything was ready, Monroe picked Mary up, went downstairs, and boarded the yacht.

At three am that night, the group of wealthy guests who were originally staying in the presidential suite at the top floor of the hotel suddenly left Warren City on a yacht and made everyone jealous.

At four am, Mary contracted a high fever and completely lost consciousness.

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When Mary woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw the drip. There was liquid entering her blood vessels through a plastic tube, and the back of her hand was cold.

She turned her head again and saw the clear sky outside.

The blue sky, white clouds, and green leaves were swaying in the breeze outside the window.

She looked again at her surroundings and observed the white room, the white quilt, the yellow sofa, the pink roses.

Mary realized that she might be in the hospital.