In Sofia Hamilton's simple life, she had never encountered anything like this, let alone a gunshot wound right before her eyes.
She was dumbstruck, unable to utter a complete sentence, "Gun... gunshot wound?"
Was this just an ordinary vendetta?
To the extent of using a weapon?
Aaron Brown picked up the medical forceps and put them in her hand, "Help me take it out."
"What?" She widened her eyes in astonishment, looking at him.
He actually wanted her to do it?
Sofia was terrified, her hand also trembling slightly, "I... I... I can't do this."
The thick smell of blood made her feel nauseous and dizzy.
She wanted to put down the tools, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her, "Sofia, I got hurt because of you, if you don't take it out, my whole arm will be ruined!!"
"But..."
"No buts, do it! Quick!!"
"I... I... I don't know how." This was even harder for her than driving.
Putting aside her fear, she genuinely did not know what to do.
