Evan has achieved his wish this time. Duke Wilson’s eyes have not left Evan since he got shot, he has looked at him with contradictory looks. With deep despair mixed with vague expectations, he looked at Evan’s pale and bloodless profile, as if he would open his eyes in the next moment and look at him with a gentle smile.

But Evan has been lying still, his long eyelashes trembling slightly but the person has no intention of waking up and Duke Wilson is agitated.

Looking at this scene, Dr. Hester felt strange but he is a very upright man, so he didn’t think too much about it and just pulled the duke’s sleeve and whispered, “Sir, please leave first, I want to treat Reverend Bruce.”

Duke Wilson turned to look at Dr. Hester with a look of confusion and spoke in a sleepy voice, “Treatment?”

Dr. Hester nodded, “The bullet hit the Reverend and it’s in his body. I have to help him take it out.”

Duke Wilson lowered his head to look at Evan, his bloodless lips were completely devoid of their usual vitality and his blond hair, which is usually bright and sunny, was also dimmed.

“Will he wake up?” the duke asked.

Dr. Hester frowned. The tone of the duke’s words was a bit strange, as if there was something darker hidden underneath. He glanced at the duke and replied cautiously, “My Lord, it depends on God’s meaning.”

“God?” The duke stretched out his hand and stroked Evan’s hair, his bloody hand trembling and staining Evan’s hair.

“He is such a devout believer and God will surely wake him up.” The duke smiled as he looked at Evan but his smile was uglier than crying.

No matter how slow Dr. Hester might be, he realised that something was wrong. Before he could even look surprised, he was frightened by the vicious gaze of Butler Chris next to him.

He is a person who is very good at reading signs so he quickly suppressed the strangeness he felt in his heart and lowered his head.

Duke Wilson finally stood up from Evan’s bedside. He turned and was about to leave but he couldn’t help turning to look at Evan again. He turned and left as if he couldn’t bear to stay.

Butler Chris also walked out and soon, Dr. Hester was the only one left in the room. He stared blankly at the direction the duke left from.

He really couldn’t believe that the duke had such evil thoughts about Reverend Bruce. Yet, he wanted to put Alia.. He broke out in a cold sweat, he had to forget about that. Even if Alia becomes an old spinster, she can’t have anything to do with Reverend Bruce. Duke Wilson is so powerful, he knows that fact better than anyone else.

Dr. Hester looked at Evan, who was lying on the bed, sympathetically. Poor Reverend Bruce, I really don’t know what the scene when he finds out the truth would be like.

Dr. Hester sighed, he opened his medicine cabinet and began to take out his tools to start Evan’s treatment.

The bullet that penetrated Evan’s body was buffered by the iron sheet so it wasn’t very deep. Dr. Hester only made a small incision and took the bullet out with tweezers.

When he glanced at it, his heart tightened. This is not ordinary civilian ammunition. If he’s not mistaken, this is obviously the latest military ammunition.

Cold sweat ran down Dr. Hester’s back but he didn’t dare to slow down. He wiped Evan’s wound with alcohol. Speaking of which, the use of alcohol had been taught to him by Evan a few days ago. He’s tried it a few times and the effect is very good. It saved Evan’s life this time. (Evan taught you because he knew he’d be shot)

Although the main bullet was taken out, the black sand scattered by the ammunition still needs to be taken out slowly by Dr. Hester. Fortunately, because the power of the bullet had been reduced, the black sand that splashed out was not too much, making it easier to take care of. But Dr. Hester still didn’t dare to relax, you must know that the high fever that follows is the most difficult stage.

Dr. Hester rubbed alcohol on the wound again and then, rubbed on it the hemostatic medicine he’d gotten from an oriental* merchant a few days ago. After the blood stopped flowing, he wrapped the wound with fine gauze and left the room when he was done.

When he came out, the duke was seated in the small living room on the second floor and he hadn’t even changed out of his bloodstained clothes. Butler Chris stood on the side with a change of clothes in his hands, looking embarrassed.

Duke Wilson immediately stood up when he saw Dr. Hester come out, “How is it?”

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Dr. Hester sighed, “The bullet has been taken out. As long as Reverend Bruce can get through tonight, he’ll be fine.”

When he heard this, Duke Wilson fell back onto the chair as if his energy had run out.

“Excellent! Thank you, Dr. Hester!” Butler Chris spoke first, his indifferent face now a bit happy.

“Lord Duke, did you hear me?”

Butler Chris turned to look at Duke Wilson, only to find the duke leaning back on the chair, his face sallow and sweaty.

Butler Chris ran quickly to his side, “Lord Duke, what’s wrong with you?”

Dr. Hester was also taken aback and he rushed forward.

“My lord, are you injured?” The experienced Dr. Hester immediately got the idea.

Duke Wilson was covered in blood and naturally, the abrasions on his arm couldn’t be seen.

The Duke pointed to his arm tiredly. Dr. Hester turned to look at it. Carefully, he cut the duke’s sleeve with a pair of scissors, the blood had already attached the sleeve to the wound. Dr. Hester carefully tore off the fabric, which should have been really painful but the duke’s expression didn’t change.

Dr. Hester admired him and was also scared at the same time. This man was so cruel to himself and others.

Dr. Hester wiped the wound with alcohol and took out the herbs he’d bought from the oriental merchant from his bag. Butler Chris stopped him as he was about to apply it for the duke.

“What is this?” Butler Chris frowned as he looked at the black thing in Dr. Hester’s hand.

“I bought the hemostatic medicine from an oriental merchant and it works very well.” Dr. Hester looked very certain.

This was actually a coincidence. He’d gone to a pub for a drink where he suddenly met a mysterious oriental man, his face was covered with cloth and his whole body was full of oriental mystery. He sold the hemostatic medicine to him. At first, he didn’t believe it either but the businessman appeared on the spot and he said that it was so magical and effective that he had to believe it.

Butler Chris still looked distrustful but the duke spoke at this time, “Let him use it.”

He knew Dr. Hester very well, he was very cautious and would not take and use any medicine lightly, especially to himself.

Butler Chris did not dare to stop him any more and Dr. Hester quickly applied the medicine on the duke’s arm.

The duke’s wound was not very serious and as soon as the medicine was applied, the bleeding stopped. Dr. Hester helped the duke bandage the wound and he stepped aside.

Duke Wilson looked at the gauze wrapped by the doctor and spoke in a deep voice, “How do we get through tonight?”

Dr. Hester was stunned at first before he finally realised that he was talking about Reverend Bruce’s matter.

“Reverend Bruce’s wound is not deep but I’m afraid of it festering, so he needs regular dressing changes and cooling.” Dr. Hester replied.

The Duke nodded, “I can do this.”

Dr. Hester was shocked but he didn’t dare to say anything. He just stood aside cautiously, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

Butler Chris was about to say something but looking at the duke’s firm eyes, he didn’t say a word in the end and just sighed softly.

Duke Wilson ignored the behaviour of the two people and turned to enter the room. He stood at the end of the bed, afraid to walk over to the bedside. He was scared to see Evan’s pale and lifeless face, it was like a nightmare to him. He’d never thought that he would have such a big reaction to another person’s life and death.

In the end, he walked up to Evan. Although Evan’s face was still pale, he didn’t have the terrifying face he had before. Duke Wilson’s tense nerves finally relaxed and he squatted beside Evan, looking at his handsome profile with fascination.

With his sick face, he looked weak in the sunlight but somehow, the duke’s heart was greatly satisfied. He wasn’t dead, he was still alive. Just thinking of this made him crazily happy.

Duke Wilson moved a chair to the bedside and sat down. He stared at Evan’s face for a long time as his frightened heart calmed down little by little.

The tyranny that wanted to destroy the whole world disappeared at this moment and he just wanted to sit here forever, watching him.

It was at this time that Duke Wilson finally discovered that Evan was so important to him. Duke Wilson reached out, wanting to touch Evan’s hand but he stopped at the moment he was about to touch him.

He remembered that the person before him is a clergyman, God’s believer. He would not accept such unethical feelings and he would never accept his dirty mind. (My dear duke, your noble priest already has unethical feelings for you )

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door. Duke Wilson frowned and walked to the door.

“What’s wrong?” Opening the door, he asked softly. At the door is an embarrassed Butler Chris.

“Lord Duke, the other gentlemen and ladies are back.”

Duke Wilson gritted his teeth, suddenly regretting the fact that he’d invited these people over.

“Let them be quiet!” Duke Wilson dropped these words coldly and turned to close the door.

Butler Chris hurriedly said, “Sir, they want to see you.”

Duke Wilson did not stop his action of closing the door, “Tell them I’m fine, let them stay quiet and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” After speaking, he firmly closed the door.

He walked back to Evan’s side. Looking at Evan’s pale face, his face was gloomy again.

What happened this time was definitely not accidental. He had seen the bullet that Dr. Hester took out. Naturally, he knew more than Dr. Hester about this thing. The bullet is not only military ammunition but also the ammunition of the soldiers of nobles. There are not many people who can get this type of bullet and gunpowder. He can only think of those who have deep hatred for him.

Duke Wilson smiled coldly as he looked out the window. Since someone wants to provoke his patience, he’ll let the person feel his anger well.