Chapter 60 Don't Worry, I've Got You
Seizing the right moment, Isaac yanked the knife from his belly.
Then, with an agile flick of his wrist, he sent the blade spinning toward Jack at an alarming speed.
The knife lodged firmly in Jack's forehead, penetrating completely, with the tip protruding from the back of his skull.
Jack's eyes bulged in disbelief.
How was this even possible?
But before he could utter a single word, his body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless in an instant.
The knife he had been holding against Nora's neck clattered to the floor.
"Jack!" Noe cried out in terror.
"You son of a gun!"
Noe spun around, his face twisted with rage, ready to avenge his brother. But before he could finish his threat, Isaac kicked him to the ground.
Isaac stepped on his throat, abruptly silencing any protests he might have uttered; Noe's body stiffened in response.
Daniel witnessed his brothers cut down in seconds and found himself too terrified to draw a breath.
His countenance was drenched in horror, and he trembled uncontrollably, fixating on Isaac.
In that moment of terror, Daniel couldn't discern whether Isaac was a man or some kind of unearthly demon. The sheer terror was overwhelming.
However, Isaac paid no attention to Daniel, who stood frozen, too stunned to make a move.
Besides, he needed someone to interrogate about who sent them to kidnap Nora.
Isaac quickly stepped toward Nora. "Don't be afraid, I'm here; everything's going to be okay."
He gently untied her hands and feet.
"Other than your neck, are you hurt anywhere else?"
Hearing his voice, Nora suddenly snapped back to her senses.
She looked down at his abdomen and said urgently, "You're bleeding! How can you worry about anyone else's injuries right now?"
"I'll be fine," he replied, glancing nonchalantly at the wound on his stomach.
Nora's tears flowed uncontrollably as she pressed her hand against his wound. "The blade is long... you can't possibly be fine. You're still bleeding!"
Before long, both her hands were stained red with blood.
But the bleeding wouldn't stop.
Quivering with urgency and unable to hold back her sobs, she cried out, "Why can't I stop the bleeding? You're going to die if this keeps up."
"I'm not that fragile," Isaac sighed with resignation.
As he reached out to wipe her tears away, they only seemed to flow faster, unstoppable.
"I'm not dead yet, so don't cry for me before my time's up," he said, his brow furrowing, his voice grave.
Nora bit her lip, feeling a mix of heartache and injustice.
"Isaac, we're here! Are you and Nora okay?" came the voice of Wesley from outside.
Seconds later, Wesley, followed by a squadron of bodyguards, burst into the cave.
Nora's distressed voice pierced the air, "Isaac's injured! Did you bring a doctor? We need to stop the bleeding, hurry!"
A profound heaviness settled in Wesley's heart as he hurriedly responded, "We did bring a doctor, but he's not in a condition to keep pace with the front team. He's trailing behind and will take a moment to arrive."
"Tell him to hurry. Isaac's injury is serious!"
Isaac, pale-faced and clenching his teeth, insisted, "I'm fine!"
Hearing the severity of the situation, Wesley immediately rushed out to retrieve the doctor himself.
Meanwhile, the other bodyguards restrained and removed Daniel, as well as the bodies of two deceased kidnappers, from the cave.
Nora had Isaac lie on the ground and continued to press down on his wound with both hands.
About fifteen minutes later, Wesley came running back in, carrying a young and handsome man on his shoulders.
"Damn it, Wesley, put me down already! You're gonna make me puke with all this shaking!" the young man yelled in anger.
Wesley dumped the man next to the patch of ground by Isaac.
"Dr. Rhys, we're here. Please check Isaac's injuries," Wesley urged.
Rhys Hawkins picked himself off the ground, straightened his disheveled hair with visible annoyance, and shot Wesley a glare.
"What's the big rush? He just got stabbed; he isn't dead."
"As long as he's breathing, I can save him. Do you really need to be this frantic, hauling me through the mountains in the dead of night?"
With his stature and reputation in the medical world, he was sought after by countless wealthy elites across the globe. Every one of them would be courteous, sometimes obsequious, just for a chance to have him look at them.
Even prime ministers and presidents from other countries had to queue and extend cordial, costly invitations to get his attention.
Only Isaac and those in his close circle dared to treat him with such impertinence.
Wesley, clearly annoyed, snapped, "Dr. Rhys, can you maybe tend to Isaac's bleeding before you start complaining?"
Rhys was fuming, his gaze shifting to Isaac as he grated out, "Isaac, it seems like you need to train your crew better. When we get back, hand this one over to me. I'll whip them into shape."
Before Isaac could respond, Nora interjected anxiously, "Dr. Rhys, can you take a look at Isaac first? He's lost a lot of blood."
Rhys's anger melted away when he looked at Nora, his face replaced with a smile and concern. "Nora, you're here too? What happened to your neck? Let me check that out for you."
Nora furrowed her brow, "Isaac's been stabbed in the abdomen; his wound is much worse. Attend to him first, please."
Dr. Hawkins glanced down with a calm demeanor. "He's not going to die. This is nothing for him; he's survived far worse. Your injury is more urgent; we don't want scars on that neck. I'll attend to you first!"
Nora frowned. The cut on her neck was minor, just a scratch, really, whereas Isaac had been stabbed.
How could her wound possibly be more critical than his?
Isaac coughed weakly and said, "Rhys is the doctor. If he says you're in worse shape, then let's get you sorted out first."
"Don't you trust his skills?"
Nora fell silent. She did trust Dr. Rhys's medical expertise. He was globally renowned, the best in the business, and dubbed a miracle worker.
His professional skills were beyond question.
But his character— that she had her doubts about.
"Follow his instructions. Any delay is a needless waste of time. The longer you wait, the longer I endure," Isaac asserted with unwavering firmness.
Left with no choice, Nora let Dr. Hawkins treat her first.
He efficiently wiped the blood from her neck, disinfected the wound, applied antiseptic and anti-inflammatory medication, and wrapped her neck with sterile bandages.
Once he'd finished with Nora, he turned to Isaac, only to find that he had already passed out some time ago.
"Isaac?!"
Nora, seeing Isaac's ashen face and motionless body, panicked, struggling to breathe, and darkness closed in around her as she, too, fainted.
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