Chapter 10 Bastard, Let Go Of Me

'Don't be afraid, I won't let you die.'
This sentence sounded like a declaration of life and death. Elena stared blankly at the man in front of her, feeling a strange illusion as if they were a pair of lovers who were bound by a promise to stay alive.
Rumble.
The sound of a helicopter hovered overhead. Elena stood up triumphantly, raising her hands and cheering.
"We're here, come quickly!"
However, before Elena could stand straight, the shark came crashing towards her again. Unable to maintain her balance, the rubber boat swayed, causing her to lose her footing and fall into the sea.
"Help! Save me!"
Elena fell into the water, screaming in panic.
A row of shadows swam towards her. What seemed like wide open bloody jaws came charging right towards her.
Elena thought she was bound to die, but suddenly an arm pulled her up and dragged her onto the rubber boat.
Elena looked at the sea in a state of shock, the group of sharks that had been swimming towards her suddenly changed direction and headed toward the depths.
Nabil directed the helicopter closer to the rubber boat, and Elena let out a sigh of relief.
Half an hour later, they were back at the Gold and Silver Island.
Hassan, exhausted, was carried in by the bodyguards.
Elena squatted by Hassan's side, checking his injuries. He fell unconscious again, and a small amount of fresh blood continued to flow from his wounds.
Nabil was busy on the phone.
After he hung up the phone, Elena hurriedly asked, "When will the doctor arrive?"
"The master's personal doctor happens to be on vacation these days. It will take him seven hours to rush back."
"How long does it take to get to the nearest hospital?"
"About six hours." Nabil said seriously.
"I can't wait, let me help remove the bullet fragments!" Elena exclaimed.
"Are you capable?" Nabil frowned. The master's life was not a joke.
"Of course I am capable! Trust me, if we wait any longer, he will be in danger." Elena replied.
Nabil stared at her for ten seconds and immediately agreed. "Okay." He had no time to hesitate.
"Prepare the surgical supplies for me right away!"
"They are readily available. Someone, take the master to the medical room."
Elena put on sterile clothing and entered the operating room. She only then realized that there was such an advanced operating room in this palace. Even the main hospital of their school did not have such high-end equipment.
"Stand by my side and help me. Remember, stay calm." Nabil agreed without hesitation. Even if Elena didn't allow him to stand by her side, he would have still personally stayed where she was.
This was Elena's first time performing surgery.
Her heart was stirred, but the bullet wasn't deep and was not in a position near the heart. All Elena needed to do was cut open the wound and remove the bullet, then it would heal.
The silhouette, Hassan Al-Farouk, had a slender and sexy wheat-colored chest. After taking off his clothes, Elena could clearly see the numerous scars on his upper body, the longest one traversing his waist.
The extent of his injuries could only be imagined, considering how intense they were at the time.
Elena took a deep breath, focusing all her attention on his wound before beginning the procedure.
Blood flowed out along the incision, and Elena was very careful as there was a major artery nearby. If she accidentally cut it, blood would uncontrollably spray on her face, leading to his death without a doubt.
"Hemostatic forceps." Elena softly called out, and Nabil quickly handed it over.
Elena managed to stop the bleeding and used the forceps to locate and extract the bullet.
One piece, two pieces...
Sweat dripped from Elena's forehead.
Without anesthesia, Hassan was awakened by the pain, his dark eyes suddenly opened.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to endure some pain, but I'll try to be gentle," Elena said softly.
Those clear and gentle eyes encouraged him greatly.
Hassan tightly gripped the frame of the bed, slightly shaking it.
Elena raised her gaze. "Can you please stop moving?!"
Hassan was so angry, he deeply held his breath, not uttering a word, but his gaze turned gloomy.
As Elena's forceps dug into the flesh, Hassan's face contorted in pain, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Nabil wiped his sweat with a white gauze.
Finally, the last piece of bullet was found, and Elena helped stitch up the wound.
The entire process took an hour.
After finishing the procedure, Elena felt dizzy and sat down on a chair.
Hassan remained awake, and Elena wore a white gown, her face adorned with a sweet smile. There was a kind of pure and ethereal sweetness about her.
"How are you feeling? Do you feel any better?"
Her soft and warm hand rested on his forehead, and he suddenly grabbed it tightly.
"Why did you follow that bastard? Are you dumb?" He asked.
"I... I didn't want to be imprisoned by you..."
Hassan forcefully pulled her into his embrace and kissed her passionately.
"Mmm... let go of me!"
Elena desperately pushed him away. This man was simply acting impulsively, like an indomitable cockroach. Despite being injured like this, he dared to kiss her.
"Laila, don't leave. You're mine, you can't leave..."
In Hassan's tone, there was a stubborn madness. His murmurs flowed into her ear.
Elena's face was pressed against his face, and she could feel the scorching heat of his body.
"Bastard, let go of me!" me
Elena struggled a few times but couldn't break free. She punched him in the wound, causing him to groan in pain and fall onto the bed, still tightly gripping her right hand without letting go.
"Miss Walker, the medicine you ordered is ready," the attendant said.
Only then did Elena come back to her senses and notice that fresh blood stains had spread on Hassan's bandage on his chest.
"Make him drink it!" Elena tugged at the corner of her mouth.