"Don't worry. I can bear it."

Freya saw that his thin lips had turned blue-purple and his voice was weak and powerless. The tears she had managed to hold back welled up in her eyes again.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears and placed her hand, which was also covered with dense scars, on his lips. She said gently, "I can't bear to let you suffer."

Bradley slightly tugged at the corner of his lips. Even though he was on the verge of death from the injury, he didn't regret taking the knife for her.

In the past, Freya had suffered a great deal. Even when she was lying in bed screaming in pain during childbirth, he had been helpless. He hated his own incompetence. But now he could bear all the pain for her, and he couldn't hide the satisfaction in his heart.

"As long as you're okay, I don't feel any pain."

His voice was very faint, but from the shape of his lips, Freya could still understand what he meant.

"You fool. If it hurts, just cry out. Then I'll know to be gentler." Freya sniffed and asked the female village doctor to get a clean towel, wet it, and then put it beside Bradley's lips. "Bite on it. I'll finish the operation as soon as possible."

Bradley nodded and bit down hard on the towel.

From then on, Freya began the long and agonizing operation.

But as the scalpel cut through the flesh and blood, Bradley's whole body muscles tensed up uncontrollably, and even his whole face was covered in cold sweat.

Freya knew he was in pain, and her heart was also bleeding with pain.

But she knew that this wasn't the time to be indecisive. The softer she was, the longer the pain would last.

Therefore, she had to overcome all the difficulties and complete the operation in the shortest possible time.

...

"Forceps!"

Freya was concentrating with all her might on the operation. The sweat on her face formed into beads and trickled down one by one.

The female village doctor had originally been afraid of their power and had to stay to help.

But watching Freya work so seriously, she was gradually influenced by her. Perhaps it was the compassion of a doctor that made her quickly integrate into the operation.

Seeing Freya's sweat dripping continuously, the female village doctor quickly helped her wipe it off.

Freya turned around and smiled at her. "Thank you!"

Just these two sincere words made the female village doctor feel warm inside. She immediately replied, "You're welcome."

The cooperation between the two of them went smoothly after that. Even in this simple environment, without enough medical equipment, relying only on the two hearts dedicated to saving lives, they finally managed to take out the dagger from Bradley's body after more than four hours.

"Needle!"

Freya held out her hand to the female village doctor.

The female village doctor handed the needle to her, and Freya bent down to start suturing the wound.

Although the dagger had been taken out, the surgical incision was quite large, and it took another two hours to finish the suturing.

By the time the operation was over, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning. Due to the long - term concentration, Freya felt dizzy when she stood up.

Even her hands were trembling constantly.

The female village doctor saw that her face was pale and she looked as if she would fall at any moment, like a piece of paper. She quickly supported her from behind. "You're also injured and need to rest well. Lie down first, and I'll treat the injuries on your body."

Freya looked at her gratefully and said hoarsely, "No, I'll just sit here and rest for a while."

Although the dagger had been taken out, Bradley had lost consciousness during the operation because he couldn't bear the pain. She was so worried that she just wanted to stay by his side until he woke up.

The female village doctor saw her tightly holding the man's hand and couldn't help sighing, "You two have such a good relationship. It's really enviable!"

Freya tugged at the corner of her lips and showed an embarrassed smile. "I can tell that your husband should be nice to you."

After saying this, the female village doctor blushed and said, "The men in the countryside are all rough and wild. They don't know how to cherish their wives. But your husband is different. His love for you is gentle and delicate. He even risked his life for you. If it were my husband, he might have left me alone and run for his life at a critical moment."

Indeed, he hadn't come back since he went out just now. This made the female village doctor wonder if he had seen these people with guns and gone to hide somewhere to take refuge.

She sighed deeply and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water. Even if you're worried, you have to take care of your own body first. I see that the injuries on your body were all scratched by thorns. There might still be thorns hidden in your flesh. You need to pick them out as soon as possible, or the wounds will get inflamed."

Only then did Freya notice her own injuries.

There were thin, long blood - streaked cuts. Although the bleeding had stopped, there was a layer of scab around the skin.

She thanked the female village doctor and then picked up the forceps beside her to pick out the thorns on her own.

Just now, she had been so worried about Bradley's injury that she hadn't felt the pain. But now, as the forceps went into the flesh to pick out the thorns, the sharp pain made her inhale sharply again and again.

She didn't know if it was because he heard her sharp intakes of breath or if Bradley was still conscious, but suddenly his hand landed on her wrist and gently held it.

As the warm touch came, Freya looked up at the man's face. His eyelashes were still closed, and he was clearly still in a coma.

His lips were slightly pale and even a bit chapped due to excessive blood loss.

After the female village doctor brought the water, Freya didn't drink it. Instead, she dipped a cotton swab in the water and moistened his lips.

Seeing this scene, the female village doctor brought another glass of water and put it beside Freya.

"If you need anything, you can call me at any time. Then I won't disturb you two young couple." After saying that, the female village doctor backed out and closed the door behind her.

In the quiet room, only the sounds of their breathing could be heard.

After moistening the man's lips, Freya sat down and concentrated on treating her own wounds.

The female village doctor was right. Even if she was worried, she had to take care of herself. She couldn't let Bradley get better while she fell ill.

After picking out all the thorns from the wounds, Freya drank the glass of water and then began to take Bradley's temperature and check his heartbeat.

...

Gabriel had been waiting outside. On the surface, he seemed calm, but inside he was more anxious than anyone else.

Although the four of them had experienced many life - and - death situations in the past four years, Bradley's state just now had really scared him. He had never seen Bradley so weak, as if he would fall at any moment.

He paced back and forth restlessly. When he saw the female village doctor come out, he approached her with a cold face and asked in a deep voice, "How is he?"

The female village doctor was so frightened by his gloomy appearance that she subconsciously shivered.

This man had too much hostility on him. He gave the impression of someone who had been walking in a bloody and stormy world all year round, with a gloomy and chilling aura that made people afraid.

The female village doctor shrank back and said, "The dagger has been taken out, but he hasn't woken up yet. However, he's out of danger."

Hearing this, Gabriel was about to rush in. The female village doctor summoned up her courage and stopped him. "Um... sir, Freya is inside taking care of him. I think it's better not to go in and disturb them at this time."