Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 393

Wilson immediately collapsed onto Serene's shoulder the moment she opened the door!

"Wilson!"

The man was pale and weak. He had already passed out!

Serene frantically tried to explain to the receptionist in English. "He's my friend! He's not a bad person!"

The receptionist frowned, but she was still terrified. She said, "He pointed a gun at me!"

Serene was stunned at the mention of a gun, but she quickly spun a lie. "He is a member of the world's anti-terrorism unit! That was only because everything happened so suddenly earlier, and there are so many terrorists out there. He was probably worried that you might attract the attention of some of the terrorists!"

Even though the receptionist was still puzzled, she did not dare to say anything else. It was a complete chaotic mess out there, and it was impossible to call the cops as they were also occupied.

Serene immediately slammed the door shut and carried Wilson into the room as she struggled to call out to Verian. "Verian, come over and help me!"

Verian immediately rushed to her, and the moment she noticed the bloodied mess that was Wilson, she was shocked. She said, "Serene, this is bad. We need to get Wilson to a hospital. He will bleed out otherwise!"

"But, what do we do if he's part of the terrorist group? If we send him to a hospital, wouldn't we be sending him to his demise?"

The corner of Verian's mouth twitched. She was not in the mood for jokes, but Serene's words had been comical.

"No way… Wilson is a terrorist?"

Wilson was an elegant man dressed in a white lab coat. It was unlikely that he would have any ties to a terrorist group.

Both women struggled to put Wilson on the bed; the man was heavier and much bulkier than them. As they placed him on the bed, his wound ripped open. The man had already passed out, but the pain woke him up again.

He could still hear the conversation between the two women. Then he murmured, "I am not a terrorist…"

Serene immediately rushed to him when she heard his voice. She knelt by the bed and said, "We'll take you to the hospital then! You've lost so much blood…"

However, they did not expect Wilson to refuse that. "No."

Serene grew frantic as she said, "But you've been shot. If we don't take you to a hospital, you will bleed out."

Wilson immediately grabbed Serene's soft hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to die."

Serene's suppressed emotions exploded. She said, "Didn't you say that you're in Italy for medical research? How did you get shot? What did you do? I've only just agreed to be your girlfriend, and now you're dying? How did I get this unfortunate?"

Wilson laughed when he heard the questions thrown at him. He said, "Little brat, I don't have the energy to answer your questions right now."

The man's blood had stained the white bedsheets.

Serene's eyes were red from crying. Even though she had seen plenty of corpses as a doctor and had witnessed many gruesome injuries, she was still shocked by the puddle of blood.

Verian said, "Serene, we can't stay here. That receptionist might call the cops. Let's hurry up and get Dr. Jarret out of here so we can get his wounds treated!"

Serene wiped her tears and agreed with Verian.

…

They moved into a smaller motel. The moment they entered the room, Wilson suggested that Serene and he could work together to get the bullet out.

Serene was beyond terrified. She had zero practical experiences. She had only done autopsies; she had not worked on a living person before that.

"Are you sure you want me to help you remove the bullet? I've never done that before…"

"I will guide you, just do as I say. Don't worry, I trust you."