Chapter 1306: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Eighty-Nine: Fire
Life and death have their fates, wealth and honor are predestined. This phrase might sound a bit idealistic, but sotis, that’s just how things are. You can’t fight it even if you want to.
If the three shots Gao Yang took had been rifle rounds, or high-caliber handgun bullets with strong stopping power, he’d likely already be dead. But fate had it that the bullets that hit him were of smaller caliber, so even after getting shot three tis, he survived. No choice—he’s just that tough.
Finally, Gao Yang drifted into unconsciousness—or put bluntly, he passed out. At the sa ti, Albert let out a long sigh of relief. He pressed a clean piece of gauze to the wound and carefully bandaged it.
“Done?”
“Done.”
“Why so fast?”
Albert shrugged and said, “That’s just how dics work—everything is fast. Declaring soone dead? Quick. Saving soone’s life? Also quick.”
As Rafael and Albert conversed, Karima couldn’t help but interrupt, “Shouldn’t you stitch up his wounds?”
Albert shook his head and said, “No need. If I sew it up now, I’ll just have to take it out later. This is fine as it is. He’ll be okay.”
After officially wrapping up treatnt for Gao Yang, Albert removed his gloves, which were soaked in blood, and casually tossed them into the fireplace. Then he moved over to Rafael’s side and whispered, “Let take a look at your wound.”
After examining the wound on Rafael’s lower back, Albert comnted, “You’ll be in so pain for a while, but it’s not too serious. The bullet passed clean through—just left a small hole. Now turn over and let check properly.”
Rafael, with a look of annoyance, said, “Can’t you phrase that more decently?”
Albert retorted with a deadpan expression, “Quit stalling. Don’t you see there’s a line forming?”
Resigned, Rafael flipped over and lay flat on the ground. Albert carefully inspected the wound on Rafael’s backside, then sighed and said, “Buddy, I’ve got so bad news for you. Brace yourself.”
Rafael shuddered and asked, “What are you trying to say?”
Albert sighed again and said, “This wound’s manageable, but… for the next month, forget about sitting or anything else. And yes, that was a double entendre. Get what I an?”
Rafael gritted his teeth and snapped, “Get lost! You nasty bastard!”
Albert chuckled and said, “Hey, I’m not into guys. I just an you’ll have to stand while eating and lie on your stomach while sleeping. Also, if you move around too much, your wound will split open, and you’ll be in agony. So, for the next month at least, avoid bending over or sticking your butt out. Hahaha.”
He gave Rafael’s leg a hearty slap, making Rafael yelp in pain, before laughing and saying, “Leaving it for now won’t kill you. I’m off to check Leonard.”
Moving over to Number Thirteen, Albert sat down and said, “Let take a look at your wound.”
Number Thirteen said in a low voice, “Old injury. The wound might have reopened.”
Number Thirteen lifted his shirt, and Albert examined him before shaking his head, “It doesn’t look good. You’re still bleeding. If it’s just a torn surgical wound, the bleeding shouldn’t be this bad. Sorry, buddy, but I’m going to have to cut you open again.”
Number Thirteen frowned and said, “Right now? That’s not possible. I still need to hold the door; if I stop, who else will hold them off?”
Albert shrugged and said, “I’ll check on Krulney first. Your issue can wait a bit.”
Krulney imdiately removed his hand from his wound, looking tense, and said, “I’m feeling dizzy, and the bleeding hasn’t stopped.”
Albert glanced at it and, without even making Krulney take off his shirt, said flatly, “You’re fine. A little more bleeding won’t kill you.”
Krulney said helplessly, “Buddy, could you at least take a slightly more serious look?”
Albert waved him off, “I’ve seen this kind of wound more tis than I can count. If I say you’re fine, you’re fine. Trust —you couldn’t die from this even if you wanted to.”
After checking Krulney, Albert rubbed his head and said seriously, “Skunk, all you need is to stop the bleeding. You’re up next.”
Rafael promptly replied, “Alright, just be quick.”
As soon as Rafael finished speaking, a scream escaped his lips. He turned around to glare at Albert and shouted, “I said be quick, not kill ! That freaking hurts, you asshole!”
Albert, unperturbed, replied, “If you want fast, don’t fear pain. If you fear pain, don’t ask for fast. Toughen up, buddy; you’re screaming like a girl.”
Rafael shouted angrily, “Could you at least give an anesthetic?”
“Already did. It just hasn’t kicked in yet. Don’t worry, you’ll feel less pain shortly.”
dics have their quirks: whether bandaging wounds or stopping bleeding, they’re always quick and brutally efficient.
Amid Rafael’s screams, it took Albert less than two minutes to finish. With a slap on Rafael’s leg, Albert said sternly, “Stop screaming. It’s over. I told you it’d stop hurting soon.”
Rafael replied weakly, “You bastard! Couldn’t you wait for the anesthetic to take effect first?”
Albert ignored him and waved at Krulney, calling out loudly, “Your turn. Get over here.”
Krulney’s face changed repeatedly before he finally shook his head and said, “Forget it. I’ll wait until we get down the mountain to deal with it. You’re sure my wound won’t be an issue, right?”
Albert nodded, “No problem. A little blood loss won’t kill you. Two more hours, and you’ll still be fine. Now sit tight.”
Albert turned to Number Thirteen, rubbing his chin, and said, “Your wound is a bit trickier. Torn sutures are the worst. Co on, you can’t wait any longer.”
Number Thirteen hesitated. He knew his own condition—his body was already weak, extrely weak. If he didn’t treat the wound soon, it could turn into a major issue.
Krulney interjected nervously, “You’re going to perform surgery on him here? Buddy, you’re just a dic, right? Are you sure about this?”
Albert gave Krulney a disdainful look and said, “Who says dics can’t perform surgery? I’m a special kind of dic, alright? You can call the ‘dic King.'”
dics and military doctors have different roles, but being a dic doesn’t an they’re limited to basic first aid. Skills can be developed further. Back then, Rafael leaned more towards the military doctor role, while Albert specialized in dic work. But they both shared a common trait: they could handle battlefield first aid and perform more complex surgeries too.
Considering how much Gao Yang had invested to gather his team, it wasn’t like he’d hire soone who could only slap on a bandage and send them to a hospital for the rest.
After hesitating for a mont, Number Thirteen finally nodded and said, “I’ll hold on for now. The priority is keeping Ram alive. We can’t afford to lose anyone right now.”
Albert chuckled and said, “You don’t make the call—I do. I’m the dic; you’re the injured. You listen to . Whether Ram’s passed out or awake, he’d understand the sa. If you were beyond saving, I wouldn’t bother with you. But since I can save you, and waiting any longer would an I can’t, you’ll do as I say!”
Number Thirteen locked eyes with Albert, who stared back without flinching and said firmly, “If soone who shouldn’t die ends up dead, not on my watch! Unless I’m already dead first!”
Karima couldn’t help but call out, “Offred!”
Rafael also chid in grimly, “I think you’d better listen to the Villain this ti. Boss won’t want to see your corpse. I guarantee he’ll lose it if that happens. Plus, we can hold out!”
Number Thirteen finally nodded, “Fine. Just be quick about it.”
Albert grinned and said, “Do I need you to remind ? Get over here.”
At that mont, a furious shout rang out from outside, “You bastards inside, you’re dead! You’re absolutely dead!”
Albert shouted back without hesitation, “Go to hell, you incompetent, brainless bastards! Burn in hell!”
“To the fiery pits with you, you damned assholes! Nobody’s leaving here alive!”
Suddenly, Rafael slapped his forehead, looked at Karima, and asked, “You’re familiar with the layout here, right? How many are outside? What weapons do they have? Any heavy firepower?”
Karima, who knew the resort better than anyone, realized in the chaos that no one had thought to ask her. She frowned in concentration before shaking her head apologetically, “Sorry, I don’t know. I’ve never had any chance to interact with anyone besides Suharitan. All I know is there are twelve maids here, and earlier today, two won left with money. Typically, at least two more won co back the sa day.”
After a mont of thought, Karima suddenly rembered sothing. She urgently said, “One thing I must warn you about: everyone here is responsible for protecting Suharitan. If he dies, none of them will survive!”
Rafael chuckled bitterly, “None of them will survive? Are you sure? What kind of era do we live in where people still think like that?”
Karima sighed and said helplessly, “They might not necessarily die from failing, but if they survive, their fate will be worse than death. It’s better for them to die here. Dying on duty is far better than facing the consequences of failure.”
Albert frowned, “So that ans they’ll fight to the death? Eh, whatever. Useless fools like them can’t do much anyway.”
The insults outside continued—English mixed with Arabic—shouts so frenzied, it was as if they believed they could yell the people inside to death.
Number Thirteen removed his shirt and lay flat on the ground, frowning, “They sound desperate—crying and shouting like that.”
Albert put on his gloves and sneered, “So what? They can’t get inside, anyway.”
Just then, there was a loud bang on the wooden door. Almost imdiately, Cui Bo’s panicked voice ca through the radio, “Molotovs! They’re going to burn us out!”
Albert exclaid, “They’re going to set a fire? Impossible! Suharitan’s corpse is still in here; their beliefs wouldn’t allow it!”
Krulney scread, “They’re all dying anyway—why would they care about that? They’re going for mutual destruction! We need to break out! We have to break out!”
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