Chapter 301 Leaving the Past Behind, Cherishing the Present
Patricia, a seasoned surgeon accustomed to high-pressure situations, found her hands trembling uncontrollably at the sight of blood gushing out.
But However, she knew that now was not the time to flinch in fear.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied her emotions, forcing herself to remain composed. As she inserted the scalpel into the flesh, she felt resistance— the bullet was lodged deeply, almost against the bone.
Martin winced audibly, his body shaking uncontrollably as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Patricia knew he had woken up from the pain but refrained from making any noise, not wanting to distract her. His voice, choked with a pain-filled voice, finally broke the silence, "Does it hurt badly?"
Her voice, choked with a pain-filled voice, finally broke the silence. "Does it hurt badly?"
Martin shook his head slightly, gritted his teeth, and insistedsaid, "No pain, keep going."
How could there not be pain?
His voice trembled with it.
Though it was Martin who bore the physical agony, Patricia felt each incremental movement of the blade as intimately as if it were cutting into her own heart.
"Just bear with me,; it will be over soon..."," she murmured, her voice heavy with suppressed sobs.
This was her first time extracting a bullet, and she had no certainty of success.
No.
More accurately, or to be more accurate, she was terrified.
Terrified that her lack of expertise would cost Martin his life.
But at that moment, she was the only doctor available, and Martin's life hung solely in her hands.
Martin had been injured because of her. She had to succeed; failure was not an option. For Martin, she had to overcome her fear and hesitation.
She had to succeed; failure was not an option.
repeatedFor Martin, she had to overcome her fear and hesitation.
She repeatedly hypnotized herself with this mantra.
Under the influence of her unwavering resolve, until the fear in her heart seemed to vanish, and her courage greowing significantly.
Aware of the critical step Patricia was about to take, Martin buried his head into the seat, nodding to signal his readiness for her to proceed.
With one more deep breath, Patricia concentrated all her attention on the scalpel in her hand, clenched her teeth, and with a strong flick offlicked her wrist....
A metallic clink sound filled the air as the bullet was dislodged by the scalpel's edge, flying out and landing on the seat beside Martin.
"Ugh..."
Martin, despite his formidable willpower, could not stifle a crygroan of pain as the bullet was removed, and he passed out once again from the intensity of itthe pain.
Patricia's breath hitched, and she promptly checked his heartbeat and pulse to ensure everything was stable before daring to continue.
Martin lay on his side, and. Patricia's delicate fingers tenderly traced the contour of his cheek as she saidthought with conviction, "I'I won't let the 'what if' you mentioned happen.
Even if it does, I'll find a way to save him.".'
As she extracted the bullet, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Martin.
Her sole belieffocus was bringing Martinhim back.
Looking back, she shuddered at the fear that gripped her.
One wrong move—a little deeper, a fraction off—and maybe—
Patricia shivered involuntarily, cutting off her treacherous thoughts.
Though the bullet was successfully removed and Martin seemed out of immediate danger, Patricia didn't let her guard down for a moment.
Every half-hour, she checked Martin's temperature.
No fever meant no infection at the wound site.
Any slight rise in temperature rise, and she was at his side, inspecting his wound, sanitizing and re-dressing it.
For over ten hours, she dared not close her eyes.
Carter, sitting off to the side and contemplating the close call with death that love had brought Martin, finally broke the silence. "Patricia, the boss really loves you.
Whatever misunderstandings there may be between you, I hope this experience helps you put the past behind you and come together. The kids need a complete home."
Hearing him, Patricia felt a storm of emotions, her hands involuntarily resting on her stomach.
Not three children, but five.
She simply hadn't been able to protect the two within her, who were lost before they were born.
Thinking of the unborn, her heart filled with hatred.
Hatred for Hunter's cruelty,Hunter and for her own helplessness.
Seeing her silence, Carter thought she hadn't fully let go and couldn't help saying,
"The boss nearly lost his life for you. Everything he's done for you should outweigh the past. No matter how he wronged you before, it should be forgiven now."
Tears slowly traced her cheeks. Patricia nodded through her sobs. "I could never repay him for his kindness, not even if I gave up my own life."
Patricia nodded through her sobs, "I could never repay him for his kindness, not even with my life."
Carter said, ""He doesn't want your life; ," Carter said, "he just wants you to be with him."
Patricia's palm pressed against Martin's cheek, the warmth of her hand stoking the fire in her heart.
"I know, I understand... I know what I need to do."
Thinking she had come to terms, Carter said nothing more.
Patricia kept her head low, her gaze fixed on Martin, whose pallor had turned ghostly from blood loss. The deep-seated pain in her heart was searing hot, yet it bore a deep-seated pain thatand she couldn't escape from it.
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