In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Assisting Emanuele with His Wound

Isabella wasted no time. She instructed Phillip to turn on a flashlight, while she soaked a cloth in alcohol to disinfect Emanuele's wound. But before that, she had to carefully tear away the blood-soaked bandages that had clotted around the injury. As she did, Emanuele couldn't help but grimace in pain, despite her cautious approach.

Once the old bandages were removed, Isabella started to clean Emanuele's wound with alcohol, which stung even more. Emanuele couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Endure it," Isabella said sternly. She had to clean the wound to prevent any infection, and she knew it was vital.

After disinfecting the wound, she took out sterilized tweezers and began to delicately probe for the bullet fragment. As she worked, she couldn't help but furrow her brow. The bullet was lodged in a tricky spot, close to a major blood vessel. Removing it could lead to severe bleeding.

"Perhaps it's best if we go to the hospital," Isabella suggested.

Emanuele immediately shook his head, a resolute look in his eyes. "I can't go to the hospital."

Isabella sighed. She knew Emanuele was stubborn about seeking medical attention.

He didn't want to go, and she couldn't force him.

"Alright, I'll do my best," she thought, hoping that with luck, there wouldn't be excessive bleeding.

Thinking about this, Isabella carefully probed Emanuele's wound. Her eyes focused on the injury as she pinpointed the exact location of the bullet.

Through the bloody and gruesome wound, amidst the strong scent of blood, Isabella furrowed her brows. She diligently extracted the bullet and immediately pressed a towel against Emanuele's wound. The entire procedure was swift.

She looked up at Emanuele, who appeared to be in a good state of mind and physical condition.

"Thank goodness," Isabella couldn't help but sigh with relief. As long as Emanuele's spirits were fine, there shouldn't be any major issues.

To ensure there were no leftover bullet fragments and the wound was clean, Isabella conducted a thorough examination before proceeding to stitch up Emanuele's wound.

Everyone present had their eyes fixed on Isabella. Emanuele, who had previously been treated by her, remained relatively calm.

The others, like Tony and Phillip, wore expressions of utter shock. They were aware that Isabella was a doctor, but they hadn't expected her to handle such situations. After all, she had only recently graduated from college.

Tony and Harry had personally seen her unwavering composure during a previous attack. They had seen her handle a gun and tend to their wounds afterward, earning their profound respect.

However, Isabella's actions today managed to astonish them once again.

The rest of Emanuele's men were equally impressed, as they had never seen Isabella perform these medical tasks. Witnessing her maintain composure during such a critical moment left them in awe.

With her task complete, Isabella washed away the bloodstains from her hands and clothing. Despite the gruesome scene and Emanuele's blood-soaked appearance, she didn't find it frightening. She knew she had just saved a life.

She found herself fearful of such gruesome sights, typically because of people like Emanuele who held life so cheaply. Witnessing a life slipping away before her eyes was what truly frightened Isabella and sometimes even made her feel queasy.

Emanuele believed that Frederick's longevity was a testament to his cunning. Frustration weighed heavily on him.

Emanuele decided to call Isidoro. "Isidoro, Frederick escaped through a tunnel. Do you have any leads on him?"

"Is that so?" Isidoro sounded surprised. "That's not good. He's bound to be more cautious now. Finding him will be much harder."

"I know," Emanuele said with a very grim expression.

Because he was well aware of this, he brought so many people with him, eager to raze Frederick's hideout to the ground. But he didn't expect that the cunning old man had a trick up his sleeve.

Emanuele's face was extremely grim at this moment. Although they had almost wiped out Frederick's subordinates, as long as Frederick was still alive, it meant he might still be lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Emanuele had fought against him and knew how tenacious he could be. This feeling was far from pleasant.

"Alright, don't dwell on it. If I get any news about him, I'll notify you immediately," Isidoro said.

After their conversation, Isabella walked out of the bathroom. "Emanuele, you can go take a bath now."

"Okay," Emanuele replied. He started walking towards the bathroom, but halfway there, he stopped and turned to look at Isabella. "Want to join me?"

"No!" Isabella immediately refused. Even though she hadn't seen Emanuele for a long time and was happy to be reunited, she also wanted to be considerate. Emanuele was injured and exhausted, and she was afraid he might overexert himself. She hoped he would take a bath, rest, and regain his strength.