Chapter 1247:
Fear etched deep lines into Lance’s face. “Is it possible to get the bullet out?”
“Yes, I can handle it,” Elena answered, her voice steady and sure.
A shaky breath escaped Lance as relief washed over him.
Without missing a beat, Elena prepared her instruments and instructed, “Clear everyone out. I need absolute quiet while I work.”
Supplies had already been laid out before her arrival. As soon as the last person left, Elena began the delicate operation.
Not a tremor touched her hands as she marked the site for the incision. Every move was precise—she wove around nerves, locked onto the bullet, and drew it out with practiced skill.
Midway through, a fresh gush of blood erupted from the wound, draining the color from Tinsley’s cheeks and sending her heart rate into a dangerous nosedive.
Paralyzed by worry, Lance could do nothing but stand by, his chest tight with fear, praying desperately for his sister’s life. If Tinsley pulled through, he vowed never to be reckless again. Regret gnawed at him—he’d chased his own ambitions, leaving Tinsley to shoulder the burden. If only she survived, he would make amends, no matter the cost. Everything rested on Elena’s abilities.
Once the bullet was removed, Elena quickly applied needles to several pressure points across Tinsley’s chest. Bit by bit, the bleeding slowed, giving them all a glimmer of hope.
Moving quickly, Elena stitched the wound closed, wrapped it in clean bandages, and then withdrew each needle one by one. Every step of the procedure showcased her skill—she worked with confidence, focus, and not a trace of uncertainty.
Only after the final needle left Tinsley’s skin did Lance find his voice. “Is my sister going to be alright?”
Flat on the bed, Tinsley’s complexion remained ghostly, her lips drained of color. Worry tugged at Lance as he hovered nearby, longing to reach out but holding himself back. In the end, his gaze shifted toward Elena, silently asking for instruction.
Elena spun around, scribbled out a prescription, and pressed it into his hand. “Have someone get this filled. When she comes to, make sure she takes every dose.”
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He gave a quick nod. “Understood.” Concern lingered, pushing him to ask, “El, is my sister going to be alright?”
A gentle certainty filled Elena’s voice. “She’s in the clear now. All she needs is her medicine and lots of rest.”
Relief washed over Lance, loosening his posture. “Thanks, El. I owe you big time.”
A sidelong glance from Elena made her feelings clear. “Since when did you start talking so much? Just focus on her recovery.”
A grin crept onto Lance’s face as he realized he might’ve overdone the gratitude. He made a move to escort Elena from the room.
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