Christian...Jessica was just about to call his name when she held back the word on her lips, for she realized that everybody present was calling him "White!"The masked woman, though wounded, kept crawling in the direction of Christian, calling him White along the way.Jessica was also consumed with anxiety. Kneeling beside Christian and looking at his bloodless face, she wished she were the one lying on the ground, unbearable heartache flooding over her.Everybody was on tenterhooks. White getting injured at this crucial juncture undoubtedly worsened their gloom.It was after they called his name repeatedly for a few moments that Christian's eyes slowly opened.But everybody could tell from the look on his face that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open."How do you feel?" Jessica hurriedly asked.Christian cast her a glance and shook his head, suggesting that he was okay, and that there was no need to worry about him."White, those bastards have fled. Should we give c
"Me!""Me, too!"Several of White's subordinates stood up and volunteered to donate blood to him.The nurse took them away. Jessica tried desperately to look through the crack in the door, but she could not see Christian. She did not know how badly he was hurt...Christian was resuscitated solidly for three hours.Jessica kept waiting for him outside the room for three hours.Felton and some guys took turns going to have dinner. They also went to check the other guys' injuries and then took shifts to guard everyone. Only Jessica did not leave at all.When the doctor and nurse finally came out, Jessica braced herself and rushed over. "Doctor, how is he?""For the time being, his life is not in danger, but he is still in a coma. He has strong wills, so he should be fine." Seeing Jessica's anxious face, the doctor tried to relieve her anxiety.Jessica nodded with tears in her eyes.After the doctor walked away, she walked into the room with fear. Looking at Christian, who was de
Mistakenly believing that the owner of the manor was back, Jessica was perturbed.She had only vaguely overheard someone mention that the owner of this manor owed White his life, but she didn't know any details.Fortunately, it was the doctor coming to check their wounds.He examined Christian and cautioned, "You're out of danger now, but the cut is very deep, so you'll need a long rest cure. The disinfectant products here are not as effective as those in a hospital. Strain on your wounds could easily cause infection. And then there's your head injury. You won't be in a fit state to do any vigorous exercise anytime soon."Christian inclined his head and thanked the doctor.Then he said to the doctor, "She could use a medical examination too, doctor." He gave Jessica a wink.She hurriedly said with a wave of her hand, "That won't be necessary. My wounds are superficial. I'll go have them dressed later."Christian shot her a disapproving look, signaling that she must not defy him.
Although the masked woman felt jealous and resentful, she cared about White's injuries the most. She suppressed her anger and came up to Christian's bed."You're fine now...," the masked woman muttered in a choked voice."I'm fine," Christian softened his tone.When the masked woman didn't stir up trouble, White was kind to her. Felix told Christian the information before, so Christian couldn't shout at her all the time."You have scared me stiff!" The masked woman put her face against his legs and shed tears.She held his hands tightly. "When you had gun battles before, I had never been so worried about you. I thought you would leave me this time..."Jessica compressed her lips and looked away. Even though he was putting on a show, she was reluctant to see that.The masked woman turned around and saw a folding bed beside Christian's bed at a glance. She said suddenly, "I consulted the doctor. He said that you needed to take a good rest and asked us to take care of you. My legs
Having heard the women's hysterical yells, the doctor and the nurse hurried over very soon.At the sight of Christian lying in bed half-dead, they both got terribly anxious and hastened to re-examine his wounds helter-skelter.The masked woman and Jessica were both stopped at the door.Jessica's heart was hammering madly and she had a foreboding feeling.A moment ago, before leaving the room, she had cast a last glance at Christian and noticed that his face was alarmingly pallor, even more sickly than it had been when they first transferred him here.Before long, a nurse hurried out of the room, her hands bloody. Too horrified to worry about anything else, Jessica waylaid her and asked, "How is he?""We're trying our best to save his life. All you guys need to do is wait here and keep quiet."The nurse pushed her aside to trot off only to be collared again, this time by the masked woman sitting in a wheelchair, who asked, "How did that happen? White was okay only a few moments a
Jessica was haunted by Christian’s look before he was resuscitated. Her pale face, colorless lips, and tightly closed eyes... He looked so painful. She was afraid to feel the pain of losing him again..."Don't worry. He's out of danger and now resting in his room," the nurse blurted.Jessica shook her head, afraid that she had misheard it.A moment later, her pale lips twitched. She smiled with relief. She was about to get up, but the nurse stepped forward to stop her. "You are very weak now. You need to rest in bed..."Before the nurse could finish speaking, Jessica had already braced herself to get up. She held the wall all the way and walked to Christian's room.She opened the door.Not until she saw Christian's real face did she finally feel relieved."You're awake?"Christian just woke up. His heart ached when he saw Jessica’s pale face. That pain was much worse than the wound pain in his chest. "I'm fine, don't worry."She entered the door and stood near him, looking a
Felton's disclosure of the upcoming return of the owner of the manor house seemed to have added some tension to the atmosphere in the room.But Christian, appearing as composed as always, quickly stabilized the mood of the meeting by saying impassively, "I'm not sure if we'll see him.""What do you mean, White?" Felton asked, confused."This is no place to dawdle. Tell our men to pack their stuff in the next two days. I want everybody ready to leave at a moment's notice," Christian instructed.His tone of voice was solemn and determined, as though he had had it planned out some time ago, so there was nothing uncharacteristic about his words.Felton knitted his brows. "But White, you're still recovering.""And I will be recovering for a long time!" The look in Christian's eyes became stern as he reprimanded, "We're running for our lives, not on vacation!"After hearing the stinging rebuke, Felton hurriedly bobbed his head, not daring say another word.Having perceived Felton's o
But fortunately for Christian, he had wounds on both his torso and his face and was swathed in bandages with dressings under them, so the masked woman wouldn't be able to notice any flaws in his disguise anytime soon.On top of that, Christian had saved her life during that fight. Owing him her life, the masked woman was naturally much less suspicious of Christian now.But Christian had never lowered his guard. Likewise, the masked woman, though having been pacified for the moment, didn't fully trust him.Christian knew that the owner of this manor house was coming back, and that he must not stay here any longer, for if he lingered, finding himself faced with a new test might become a daily occurrence for him.**The next noon, Christian decisively ordered that everybody gather up their things and get ready to depart at dusk, when the sun would be setting and the traffic would be light. Those who still needed a rest cure would have to wait until they reached their next hideout.M