Barkley shook his head. "Young master really doesn't care about himself. He has just gotten better, and now he's been shot again..."
"Ms. Yates, did you see that? Young master really poured his heart and lungs out to you. Don't leave."
"Otherwise, if the young master does something like this again, we might not know what to do."
Kathleen looked at John's pale face and furrowed her brows tightly.
She had not expected John to keep her this way.
"Anesthetic," Carey said in a low voice after cleaning up the wounds around John's waist.
Shane nodded and immediately handed it to Corey.
Corey stared at John's wound and injected him with the anesthetic.
Kathleen said in a low voice, "Isn't it time to take the bullet?"
Corey nodded. "Yes."
This was the most crucial step. He was more nervous than anyone else, so his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
