"How is she?" Wayne Bailey's voice was hoarse and bloodthirsty.
The doctors, terrified, all knelt down.
Just as they knelt, Charles Harrington, who had just stood up, fell back to the ground.
Wayne Bailey was unsteady, his legs gave out, and Wilfred supported him, "Young Master, you must hold on... Think of the young master and the young miss..."
Wayne Bailey's face was blank, his voice eerily calm, "Is she dead?"
"Please spare us, Young Master..."
"If she's dead, I'll have your entire family buried with her! I'll set the whole estate ablaze, everyone will be buried with her!" Wayne Bailey shouted fiercely.
"She's not dead yet—" The doctor cried and wiped his tears, "But the bullet hit her heart, beyond rescue, . She's extremely weak now and has entered a critical period... She might pass away at any moment... If this were a hospital, a critical condition notice would have been issued, advising the family to prepare mentally..."
