Guidebook for the Dark Duke

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 feelings. Desperate, but mixed with faint expectations, he looked at Evan, with a pale and bloodless side face, as if he would suddenly open his eyes the next moment, looking at him with a gentle smile.

But Evan has been lying quietly like that, his slender 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 watching this scene, but he was a very upright man, so he didn't think too much, just tugged at the Duke's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "My lord, please leave first, I want to Healed Mr. Reverend."

Duke Wilson turned around to look at Dr. Hester in some confusion, and made a sleepwalking voice: "Treatment?"

Dr. Hester nodded: "The bullet has entered Mr. Pastor's body, and I have to help him take it out."

The Duke lowered his head to look at Evan. His bloodless lips had completely lost their usual vitality, and his blond hair, which was originally shining like sunshine, was also slightly dimmed at this moment.

"Will he wake?" asked the Duke suddenly.

Doctor Hester frowned. The tone of the Duke's words was a little strange, as if something darker was hidden. He carefully glanced at the Duke, and replied cautiously: "My lord, it depends on God's will." Interesting."

"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 messy.

"He is such a devout believer, God will definitely wake him up." The Duke looked at Evan with a smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.

No matter how dull Dr. Hester was, he sensed something was wrong at this moment. Before he even had time to make a surprised expression, he was frightened by the sinister gaze of the butler Chris next to him.

He is a person who is very good at winking, he hurriedly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and lowered his head.

The Duke suddenly stood up from Evan's bed. He turned around and wanted to leave, but couldn't help but give 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, and he looked at the direction the Duke left in a daze.

He really couldn't believe that the Duke actually had such evil thoughts about Mr. Priest, and he wanted to get Alicia...

Dr. Hester couldn't help shivering. He had to forget about this matter. Even if Aliya became an old girl, she couldn't have anything to do with Pastor Bruce. Duke Wilson was amazing, and he knew it better than anyone else.

Dr. Hester took a sympathetic look at Evan who was lying on the bed. Poor Pastor Bruce, I really don't know what will happen to him after he knows the truth.

Dr. Hester sighed, and began to open his medicine box to start treating Evan.

The bullet that hit Evan's body was buffered by the iron sheet, and it didn't go very deep. Dr. Hester only made a small incision, and took the bullet out with tweezers.

He glanced roughly, but his heart tightened. This is not an ordinary civilian ammunition. If he read it correctly, it is obviously the latest military ammunition.

Dr. Hester was sweating profusely behind his back, but his hands did not dare to be slow, and quickly wiped Evan's wound with alcohol. Speaking of the extraction of alcohol, Evan taught him a few days ago. He tried it a few times, and the effect Very good, but this time it saved Evan's life.

Although the main bullet was taken out, the black sand released by the ammunition still needed to be taken out slowly by Dr. Hester. Fortunately, the bullet seemed to have been blocked by something, so the splashed black sand was not too much, and it was completed quickly. , but at this time Dr. Hester still did not dare to relax, you know, the most sad hurdle was the high fever afterwards.

Dr. Hester smeared alcohol on the wound again, and then applied it with the hemostatic medicine he suddenly got from an oriental businessman a few days ago. After seeing that the blood stopped flowing, he wrapped him up with fine gauze The wound, and then 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. He was covered in blood. Steward Chris stood aside, holding the clothes in his hands, with a perplexed expression on his face.

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

Dr. Hester sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and said in a low voice, "The bullet has been taken out. As long as Mr. Pastor can survive tonight, nothing will happen."

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

"Great! Thank you, Dr. Hester!" Butler Chris spoke first, and his originally indifferent face was also a little bit happy at this time.

"My lord, did you hear that?"

Butler Chris immediately turned to look at Duke Wilson, only to find that the Duke was leaning on the back of the chair weakly, his face was sallow, and he was sweating profusely.

Steward Chris ran up immediately: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Dr. Hester was also taken aback, and hurried forward.

"My lord, are you injured?" Dr. Hester was still very experienced, and immediately asked the point.

Duke Wilson was covered in blood, so he couldn't see the scratches on his arms clearly.

The Duke pointed to his arm wearily, and Dr. Hester immediately moved his gaze away. He carefully cut off the Duke's sleeve with scissors. The wet blood stains had already stuck the sleeve to the wound. Hester The doctor carefully tore off the cloth. It should have hurt, but the Duke's face didn't change.

Dr. Hester admired him very much, but at the same time, he was also a little afraid. This man was so cruel to himself and others.

Dr. Hester wiped the Duke's wound with alcohol, and took out the herbal medicine he bought from an oriental merchant from his bag. He wanted to apply it on the Duke, but was stopped by Butler Chris.

"What is this?" Butler Chris frowned, looking at the black thing in Dr. Hester's hand.

"It's the hemostatic medicine I bought from an oriental merchant, and it works very well." Dr. Hester looked very sure.

This is actually a coincidence. He went to a tavern to drink again, and suddenly met a mysterious oriental man, his face was wrapped in a cloth, and he was full of oriental mystery. He sold him hemostatic medicine. At first, Hayes Te didn't believe it either, but the businessman said on the spot that it was so miraculous and efficient that he had to believe it.

Butler Chris looked at Dr. Hester with some distrust, but the Duke said at this moment: "Let him use it."

He knew Dr. Hester very well. He was very cautious and would not take medicine lightly, especially for himself.

Butler Chris didn't dare to stop him, and Dr. Hester hurried forward to apply the medicine for the Duke.

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 fine gauze bandaged by Dr. Hester, and said in a low voice, "How do we get through tonight?"

Dr. Hester froze for a moment, and finally realized that he was asking about Pastor Bruce.

"Mr. Priest's wound is not deep, but he is afraid of suppuration, so he needs to change the dressing and cool down regularly." 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.

Steward Chris seemed to be about to say something, but looking at the Duke's firm eyes, he finally didn't say a word, just sighed softly.

Duke Wilson ignored the performance of the two men, turned around and entered the room. He stood at the end of the bed, a little afraid to walk over. He was afraid of seeing Evan's pale and lifeless face. It would be like a nightmare to him. Well, he never thought that he would have such a big reaction to a person's life and death.

In the end, he still walked up to Evan. Although Evan was still a little pale at this time, he no longer had the terrible expression on his face before. Duke Wilson's tense heart finally relaxed a little at this moment, and he half knelt in front of Evan's bed. , looking at his handsome side face a little bewilderedly.

Wei Wei had a sickly face, and looked a little weak under the sunlight, but for some reason, Duke Wilson's heart was greatly satisfied. He was not dead, he was still alive, and just this made him overjoyed mad.

Duke Wilson moved a chair from the side and sat next to Evan's bed. He stared at his face for a long time, and his panicked heart seemed to calm down little by little.

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

Duke Wilson finally discovered at this time that Evan was so important to him. Duke Wilson reached out to touch his hand outside the quilt, but stopped 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 emotion beyond ethics, and he would never accept his dirty mind.

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

"What's wrong?" He opened the door and asked in a low voice.

At the door was Chris the butler with a troubled face.

"My lord, the other gentlemen and ladies are back."

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

"Keep them quiet." The Duke dropped the words coldly and turned around to close the door.

Steward Chris hurriedly said, "My lord, they want to see you."

Duke Wilson didn't slow down the movement of closing the door: "Tell them, I'm fine, let them stay obediently, and talk about it tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he closed the door without any doubt.

He walked to Evan's bed again, and seeing Evan's pale face, his face darkened again.

What happened this time was not accidental. He had seen the bullets taken out by Dr. Hester. Naturally, he had a deeper understanding of this thing than Dr. Hester. This is not only military ammunition, but also ammunition for noble soldiers. Few people can get high-grade gunpowder, but of course he can figure out who has a deep hatred with him.

Duke Wilson looked out the window and smiled coldly. Since someone wanted to challenge his patience, let him feel his anger.