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Marcus set Waldo down, and the elderly woman clutched the dog, still trembling, whispering, “Waldo, Waldo.”

Waldo, too, was rattled and barked furiously, “Woof, woof, woof.”

“Young man, you’re injured,” the elderly lady observed.

Millie held Marcus’s wounded hand, her anxiety palpable. She desperately recalled what to do when someone was shot.

Marcus examined the wound and reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Millie recalled from a book that she needed to promptly apply a tourniquet above the gunshot wound to control the bleeding.

Lacking a proper tourniquet, she grabbed a nearby towel and tightly wrapped it above the gunshot wound, pulling it taut. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Marcus was taken aback by the fact that Millie possessed knowledge of first aid for gunshot wounds.

Trenton, who had moved from the living room to the kitchen, observed Marcus’s injury and displayed genuine concern.

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“If we persist in this standoff, they’ll eventually breach our defenses. The most concerning part is that I’ve exhausted my ammunition,” Trenton remarked with a serious countenance.

Remaining calm, Marcus handed his gun to Trenton.

“We have a single round left. Do you see that tree in the courtyard?

Aim for the beehive on top of it,” Marcus suggested.

Trenton took a quick look at the substantial beehive and agreed, “Good call.”

With a resounding ‘bang,’ Trenton took down the beehive.

In an instant, a swarm of bees scattered in every direction, their buzzing filling the air.

Ryan’s men were incapacitated by the stinging sensation and couldn’t maintain their grip on their firearms, leaving them with no option but to withdraw.

After confirming that Ryan and his gang had all left, Marcus’s tense muscles relaxed, and he felt as though all his strength had drained away.

“We need to get to the hospital pronto. You’re hurt pretty bad,”

Millie said, her tears flowing uncontrollably at this point.

Trenton scratched his head, expressing his frustration. “Darn it.

This place is in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a single car passing by.”

The frightened elderly woman snapped back to reality and hastily offered, “My son’s a doctor, and he’s got a car. I’ll give him a call right now and ask him to come back and take you to the town hospital.”

She made the phone call, repeatedly reproaching herself for the situation.