The sound above her head didn't stop.

Abigail's emotions tensed up. During that long silence, her vision cleared up.

She noticed Martin's clothes were soaked in blood, while Andrew appeared pale as he leaned against the side. Blood continued to flow steadily from his shoulder and face.

Abigail reached out and touched his head. Upon confirming it was just a graze from a bullet, she quietly took off her bag to retrieve some disinfectant, anesthesia, bandages, and hemostatic drugs.

Martin looked at her, and a smile appeared on his lips. He was surprised at how well-prepared she was.

She first cleaned the wound on Andrew's head and then stitched it up. Being a designer, she was skilled at sewing.

After applying the hemostatic drug, she removed the bullet from Andrew's wound.

She was prepared for the worst from the beginning, so she had everything ready.

After removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, she moved to Martin's side. She reached out and touched his heart. Then, she looked at where the bullet had lodged itself. She murmured, "It didn't hit any vital organs."

Martin nodded.

Abigail administered anesthesia to him.

Soon, he passed out. She immediately removed the bullet, disinfected the wound, and stitched it up. It was all done in one go.

After completing all of this, she was exhausted, but she didn't stop.

The basement was large, and this was just a corner of it.

with Larry and found a generator, but it seemed

tightly sealed by an iron gate, but it

about the chemical liquids that Martin carried

carried a lot of chemical sprays with him, and all were large-sized cans. So, it was no wonder he felt

difference between carrying a bunch of

went to the pipeline

she

Gradually, the rust corroded.

a leather glove to open

palm felt a

thud, she

of decay mixed with rust, but she

highly likely that the pipeline

this pipe should be for ventilation. Otherwise, the people inside would

at her figure and felt

where Martin and Andrew were, she took the table

entered the pipe and slowly

almost rotten, were pierced by rusty iron scraps. She was in so much pain that her face turned pale, and the sweat on her forehead stung her

faintly saw

the pipe while her breaths were shallow. After taking

lips. As long as I can find a

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