Adrian Davies's long and powerful hand tightly grasped Miss Parker's small hand, soothing her in a gentle voice, "Melody, hold on, once the bullet is out, you'll be fine."
However, the pain was intensifying for Melody Parker.
Her facial muscles tightened into a knot, instantly covered with large drops of cold sweat.
Due to the unbearable pain, her face turned a bluish shade, and she struggled to breathe.
It seemed that at any moment, she might lose the natural instinct to breathe due to the extreme pain and suffocate to death.
Adrian Davies couldn't watch any longer.
He grabbed the doctor who was busy, his forehead lined with nervous sweat, trying to extract the bullet from Melody Parker's back, and forcefully lifted him up, "Wasn't anesthesia already administered? Why is she still in so much pain? Is your anesthesia fake? Hmm?"
His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was chillingly cold.
His whole demeanor gave the impression of a devil from hell, like Satan himself.
