Chapter 483

Elena swallowed. She felt her teeth trembling.

She is not wrong, he is the first to move, give a slap is already light!

However, she just can't get up when she takes charge.

She was just about to speak to herself, but Norman suddenly got up from her chair, grabbed her hand and walked towards the hall in front of her.

"What are you doing and where are you taking me?" She locked her brows, took out her last reason and asked in a cold voice.

Finally, he threw himself out of the door!

Without a word, she let go of her hand and slammed the door.

Looking at the closed door, she was stunned. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word. She could only stare at the cold iron door in a daze.

This is what kind of angry way, not a word, also did not teach yourself, even directly threw her out.

What!

Why is this man so impolite.

But Norman couldn't hold on any longer. When she was kissing her, her little hand kept struggling and pounding on her back. His unhealed wound had split again.

Moreover, he has injuries. He can't drink or eat meat at all. These are the food that infects the wounds. He thought he was beaten by iron, but he didn't expect that he was so vulnerable.

As soon as the door closed, he coughed uncontrollably, but he could only cover his mouth.

The housekeeper had already known about the backyard and had already chased him out. When he saw Norman kneeling on one leg, his hands were dripping with blood. He was so surprised that he stepped forward to help him.

The housekeeper wanted to call the doctor, but Norman stopped him.

"Elena is still outside, don't disturb her!"

When the housekeeper heard this, he was angry and anxious. If it wasn't for Miss Elena, would his young master be like this?

"Young master, you are like this, and you take care of Miss Elena's mood!"

"She's my woman. Naturally, I have to take care of her. Go back to my room."

Norman's face was even paler, his throat was sweet, his cough was intermittent, the congestion in his lungs coughed out intermittently, and the crimson blood was dripping on the ground, just like the poppy in full bloom, burning life in full swing.

Norman was quickly brought back to his room, and the doctor came quickly.

There were two gunshot wounds in his back. The interval was very short. Originally, he was going towards the heart, but he was nimble enough to avoid them, and then he recovered his life.

He didn't expect that the other party's people had already crossed the sea and came to Yancheng. He didn't expect it and was careless.

The wound needs to be sutured again. We need to remove the original needle and thread, and then twist it again. Thinking about it, we all feel the same pain behind us.

Moreover, Norman was allergic to anesthetics, so he couldn't use anesthetics at all during the operation. He had to endure it all the time.

The doctor cleaned the wound, found the original thread and said, "Sir, I'm going to start."

Norman lay on the bed, his upper body naked, revealing his wheat skin.

He grasped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands and held a towel in his mouth. He was afraid of biting his tongue when the pain was unbearable.

He nodded to show that he was ready.

The doctor took a deep breath. He was Norman's exclusive military doctor. Now he left the army and became his personal doctor. He was very good at suturing this kind of gunshot wound. He could finish the operation with his eyes closed.

But... Every time I sew Norman up, it's a tough task.

Because patients will feel pain, cold knife across the skin, needle and thread bursts of penetration, that kind of feeling think are creepy.

So every time Norman was operated on, it was also a kind of torture for him.

He clenched the scalpel, gritted his teeth, scratched a small part of the healed flesh, found the needle and thread, and began to remove it.

At this time, Elena is wandering at the door, trying to come forward to theory, but she is eager to go forward, but she can't summon up the courage to knock on the door.

What's her reason for going in?

Finally, she stomped her high-heeled shoes and turned to leave. However, she saw two servants coming out of the side door of the guild hall, holding a garbage can in her hand, and they were going to burn it.

What's in it that needs to be so mysterious?

She curiously went to see, but saw with blood gauze, abandoned medical supplies.

Someone's hurt in here?

"What are you doing?" she asked, frowning slightly

The two men were obviously startled, as if they were doing something dangerous. When I saw her, I was relieved.

"It's Miss Elena."

"Who's hurt in there?"

"Yes..." one of them was ready to answer without thinking about it, but before he said anything, he was stabbed in the arm by another person and asked her not to speak.

The man also knew that he was talkative, quickly covered his mouth, drooped his eyes and said: "no one was hurt inside."

Elena frowned slightly and changed into a stern tone: "it seems that you really don't treat me as a young lady. Norman has already told me that you are still hiding. Don't you pay attention to me?"

Two people smell speech, quickly shake head to say dare not.

"I know Norman was hurt. When was he hurt, OK?" Elena asked tentatively, but there was no panic on her face.

The man had told Norman that there was no need to hide, and he offended Elena. After they got married, did they have any good fruit to eat?

She hastily said: "my husband was shot the day before yesterday. He only came back this morning. Now the wound has split. The doctor is suturing him."

Sure enough, she guessed right. Norman was hurt. There was a lot of perfume in his room. Actually he wanted to cover up the bloody smell. He looked pale. It was because he had lost too much blood and his body was too gaunt.

She did not expect that he had just woken up today, that is to say, when she arrived at ten o'clock, Norman would wake up for a few hours.

He also pretended to have nothing to do with her and slapped him.

Why his wound will split, I do not know, but it is not difficult to guess that it must be because of myself.

No wonder

He was so anxious to throw himself out that he didn't want her to see him hurt.

In fact, Elena is also a stubborn person. She doesn't like to be in debt, especially Norman. She always feels that she is pretending to be a hero. It's hard to be in debt.

She directly pushed the side door and went in. Most of the entrance was occupied by servants, and the guard was not so strict. Even if she saw it, she did not dare to stop it. After all, it was the future officer's wife!

Elena all the way through, there is still blood on the floor did not have time to wipe clean, even a drop of spread to the door!

She looked frightened. How much blood can a person shed?

She stood at the door and opened a crack in the door. The operation inside was going on nervously, and no one noticed anyone outside.

In sight, Norman is lying on the bed, and the doctor is suturing the wound.

The doctor was wearing plastic gloves, covered with blood, with a serious face and sweat on his forehead.

She saw such a picture for the first time. Her heart was beating and her ears were buzzing. She had no thinking ability.

This station, on the stand for an hour, the operation is finally over.

The doctor also breathed a sigh of relief, the assistant quickly came forward to help wipe sweat: "Sir, it's over. I can only prescribe two painkillers for you, just to cope with it. If you have any questions, ring me directly. "

"Good."

This word, is so difficult to spit out, very small, very weak.

But... Shocked her.

He's still awake. Didn't he have anesthesia for the operation? How did you spend the hour?

The doctor left, did not expect to see Elena at the door, he just wanted to speak, but she stopped the voice.

"Norman doesn't know I'm here. I want to ask him... What's the matter?"

"I see." The doctor lowered his voice and said, "my husband is in a bit of trouble, so he was injured accidentally. The wound can only be re sutured, but he is allergic to anesthetics, so my husband can only bear it."

Elena's body trembled slightly and her breathing became delicate.

Hold on to

How strong is this man's willpower? He endured the pain for an hour, and now he still has the strength to speak.

"Miss Elena, since she's here to see the chief, please bring me the painkillers."

Elena didn't refuse. She took the medicine with him and folded it back. When her little hand came to the door, her head was still buzzing. Even she didn't know what she was doing.

In fact, she can turn around and leave, pretending that she doesn't know anything, and continue to refuse him, not to give him a good face, but she can't do it. The little high heels are stepping on very slowly, only making a voice of smile, step by step towards the man on the bed.

The closer you get, the clearer you see.

The gauze wrapped around the strong back, the wound is still slowly bleeding, has been dyed red gauze.

The rest of the place is even more terrifying, covered with a thin layer of sweat.

And his face is more pale, cold sweat has been wet board inch long hair, one by one wet, like sharp thorns in general.

Lip almost transparent, lose all blood color, look at let her feel distressed.

His hands are still tightly clasped on the bed board. Up to now, he has been holding back the pain. His arms are stretched out and covered with intricate veins. His muscles are tightly contracted. It can be seen how hard he was holding back just now.

Norman heard the sound. If he could tell whether he was a familiar person from the sound of footsteps before, but now he was in pain all over. The nerves in his head were already tense, but there was no sign of rupture. He could not be in a coma, so he was more painful.

He thought it was the doctor. He said weakly in his lung, "here's the painkiller?"“ Well Elena gently answered, Norman can't help but slightly frown, eyes Huo de opened, black eyes are so cool and powerful, eyes not instant fell on her body. What's the matter with her?