"Don't go to the hospital, take me back to the hotel!" Baron Lawrence pressed on his injured left shoulder, blood continuously flowing out. Just using his palm to stop it wasn't enough. The crimson blood trickled down through his fingers, looking shocking.
"But, Lord..." Scott Harris was almost overwhelmed with guilt. If he hadn't reacted slowly, Lord wouldn't have been injured saving him. If anything happened to Lord, even if he died to atone for his mistake, it wouldn't be enough. "Lord, you should still go to the hospital. Otherwise, how will you remove the bullet from your shoulder?"
"Let a doctor come to the hotel to remove it. Alright, it's decided." He couldn't go to the hospital; Enna Clark would find out about his injury. She would surely panic again, and the doctor had said she shouldn't be stimulated.
