Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 30: Unforgettable

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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 looked at him with a very contradictory look. With deep despair mixed with vague expectations, he looked at Evan, his 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, and Duke Wilson is a little stunned.

Dr. Hester felt a little strange to see 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 went into 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 vigor, and the blond hair, which was originally bright and sunny, was also slightly dimmed at this time.

"Will he wake up?" asked the Duke suddenly.

Dr. Hester frowned. The tone of the Duke's words was a bit strange, as if something darker was hidden. He glanced at the Duke cautiously, and replied cautiously: "My lord, this is what See what God wills."

"God?" The Duke stretched out his hand and stroked Evan's hair. His hand was almost trembling, and the blood on his hand made Evan's hair a little embarrassed.

"He is such a devout believer, and God will surely wake him up." The Duke smiled at Evan, but his laughter 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 Butler Chris next to him.

He is a person who is very good at winking. He hurriedly suppressed the strangeness in his heart and lowered his head.

The Duke suddenly stood up from Evan's bedside. He turned around and wanted to leave, but couldn't help but gave Evan a deep look, and then turned and left as if he couldn't bear anything.

Butler Chris also walked out, and in an instant, only Dr. Hester was left in the room. He stared blankly at the direction the Duke left.

He really couldn't believe that the duke had such wicked thoughts about Mr. Reverend, and he wanted to put Arya...

Dr. Hester couldn't help fighting a cold war. He had to forget about this. Even if Arya became an old girl, she couldn't have anything to do with Reverend Bruce. Duke Wilson is more powerful than anyone else. learn.

Dr. Hester gave Evan a sympathetic look at Evan, who was lying on the bed without knowing whether he was alive or dead. Poor Pastor Bruce, I really don't know what the scene will be like when he knows 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 profusely from his back, but he didn't dare to slow down. 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 a few times. Back, 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 Dr. Hester. Fortunately, the bullet seems to have been blocked by something, so the black sand splashed out is not too much, soon It's done,

But at this time, Dr. Hester still didn't dare to relax. You must know that the most difficult stage was the high fever that followed.

Dr. Hester reapplied alcohol to the wound, and applied the hemostatic medicine he had suddenly obtained from an oriental businessman the other day, and after seeing that the blood stopped flowing, he helped him with fine gauze After wrapping up the wound, he walked out of the house.

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 stood aside, holding the clothes in his hands, his face embarrassed.

Seeing Dr. Hester coming out, the Duke stood up immediately: "How is it?"

Dr. Hester sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and whispered, "The bullets have been taken out. As long as Mr. Reverend can survive tonight, everything will be fine."

After hearing this, the Duke immediately fell back on the chair as if he had collapsed.

"That's great! Thank you, Dr. Hester!" Butler Chris spoke first, and his originally indifferent face was now a little happy.

"Your Excellency, did you hear me?"

Butler Chris immediately turned to look at Duke Wilson, only to find that the Duke was leaning back in the chair a little weakly, his face sallow and cold sweat dripping down.

Butler Chris ran up immediately: "Lord Duke, what's the matter with you?"

Dr. Hester was also taken aback and hurried forward.

"Your Excellency, are you injured?" Dr. Hester, still very experienced, immediately got the idea.

Duke Wilson was covered in blood and naturally couldn't see the bruise on his arm.

The Duke pointed to his arm a little wearily. Dr. Hester immediately turned his eyes away. He carefully cut the Duke's sleeve with scissors. The wet blood had already attached the sleeve to the wound. Dr. Hester carefully tore off the fabric, which should have been painful, but the Duke's face remained the same.

Dr. Hester admires and fears that this man is 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 help the duke smear, but was stopped by Chris butler.

"What is this?" Butler Chris frowned, looking at the dark object in Dr. 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 and his body full of oriental mystique. He sold him a hemostatic medicine. Hester didn't believe it 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 well, and he's a very cautious person who doesn't take medication 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. Once the medicine was applied, the bleeding stopped. Dr. Hester helped the Duke bandage the wound and stepped aside.

The duke looked at the gauze wrapped by Dr. Hester, and said nothing, he said solemnly: "How do I get through tonight?"

Dr. Hester froze for a moment before realizing 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 startled, 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 firm look in the Duke's eyes, he finally didn't say a word, just sighed softly.

Duke Wilson ignored the performance of the two people, turned around and entered the room. He stood at the end of the bed and was a little afraid to walk over. He was afraid to see Evan's pale and lifeless face. 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 Evan In front of the bed, he looked at his handsome profile in a daze.

With a slightly sick face, it looks a little weak in the sunlight, but somehow, Duke Wilson's heart is greatly satisfied, he is not dead, he is still alive, just this, let him He was 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 frightened heart seemed to calm down little by little.

The kind of tyranny that wanted to destroy the whole world suddenly disappeared at this moment, and he just wanted to sit here forever and watch him.

Duke Wilson finally found out at this time that Evan was so important to him. Duke Wilson reached out and wanted to touch his hand outside the quilt, but stopped at the moment he touched him .

He suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was a clergyman and a believer of the Lord. He would not appreciate such an unethical feeling, and he would never accept his own dirty mind.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, Duke Wilson frowned, turned and walked out.

"What's wrong?" he whispered as he opened the door.

At the door is the embarrassed butler Chris.

"Lord Duke, the other gentlemen and ladies are back."

Duke Wilson gritted his teeth, suddenly regretting inviting these people over.

"Let them be quiet." The Duke coldly dropped these words and turned to close the door.

Butler Chris hurriedly said, "My lord, 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 question.

He walked to Evan's bed again, looking at Evan's pale face, his face darkened again.

This time it was no accident. 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 the ammunition of noble soldiers. , There are not many people who can get gunpowder of this level, and those who have a deep hatred with 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.