Chapter: 374

Indeed, if Phillip had arrived a minute later, Alice might not have survived.

Tossing the gun and dagger aside, Norah rushed over and crouched beside Alice, hurrying to straighten up Alice's clothes.

Norah gazed at the two gaping wounds on Alice's body and made a split-second decision, her eyes flashing with fierce determination.

“Do you have a lighter?"

"Yes." Sean, being a smoker, always kept a lighter in his pocket.

Without wasting a moment, he swiftly pulled out a shiny silver lighter with intricately carved patterns and crouched down beside Norah. “What're you going to do?" he asked.

Norah reached for the dagger. Its silver-white blade glinting coldly the dagger's razor-sharp edge looked deadly.

"Help me heat up the blade," she ordered briskly, handing the dagger over to Sean. In the meantime, she cleaned Alice's wound so that it'd be easier to remove the bullets later.

Then, Norah looked down at her clothes. She was wearing nothing but tight black leather, which couldn't be used to bandage up Alice's wounds. Desperate for a solution, her eyes darted all over the place until they landed on the black-clothed individuals. Their robes would make for perfect makeshift bandages. But because she didn't know who these mysterious people were, Norah didn't dare to just rip the clothes off their backs.

Instead, Norah called over Phillip, who was wearing a white shirt.

“Phillip, come here please!"

A minute later, Phillip was left wearing only a suit jacket over his bare upper body, looking somewhat awkward.

A very satisfied-looking Norah was holding Phillip's white shirt, which was still warm. Even without the proper tools, she firmly believed she could save her friend.

"Here, Norah." Sean was completely clueless when it came to first aid procedures of this magnitude, but he did know that heating the dagger would sterilize it.

Observing Norah take the dagger and calmly open the wound on Alice's shoulder, turning the tip of the knife to extract the bullet, Sean heard an unsettling scratching sound. He shuddered, knowing full well that it was the sound of the blade scraping against bone.

Norah, on the other hand, appeared entirely composed, and her hand holding the knife remained steady. She systematically worked to extract the bullet and then wrapped the torn white shirt around the wound.

After bandaging the wound on Alice's shoulder, Norah then immediately moved on to attend to the wound on Alice's thigh.

Norah, who had been on edge, only let out a sigh of relief once she had extracted two bullets.

Norah's grip on the dagger wavered, her hand shaking visibly.

Performing surgeries had never made Norah this anxious, but with Alice's life hanging in the balance and the risk of significant blood loss from any misstep, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

The proximity of Alice's injuries to vital arteries added to the challenge, demanding Norah's utmost precision for a swift intervention.

Noticing that Norah needed some help, Sean grabbed her shoulder and asked, "Could you stand up by your own?"

Norah realized she hadn't moved from her position beside Alice for an extended period, her legs losing sensation. "Please."

With Sean's assistance, Norah rose to her feet, feeling a wave of instability wash over her. The prolonged period of immobility, exceeding twenty minutes, had left her legs feeling utterly numb.