In the emergency room, doctors were quickly administering emergency treatment to Gan Tang.
Beyond the tear at the base of his thumb from the bullet’s impact, the explosion of the DV camera left numerous cuts of varying depths on his face, arms, and lower legs.
His face and lower legs weren’t seriously harmed, but there was a deep camera lens fragment embedded in his right forearm, which was the most severe injury.
Despite the doctor having administered a simple anesthetic, because the anesthetic had not taken effect quickly enough, and the fragment was lodged in a dangerous position, they had to immediately begin debridement and suturing.
The emergency department doctor patiently comforted the little guy, "It will hurt a little, but you need to endure it, okay?"
The little guy’s face was pale, but his eyes still maintained calmness. Hearing the doctor’s words, he quietly affirmed.
Gan Yuan reached out her arm, pulling his head into her embrace, her hand then reached forward to support his arm.
"Don’t be afraid, Mommy is here. Doctor, you can start!"
She felt a heart-wrenching pain but also knew this was the best choice for him—a brief pain was far better than losing blood.
The doctor nodded gently, took tweezers from the nurse’s tray, grasped the little guy’s arm, seized the fragment embedded in the flesh, and quickly flicked it out before inspecting the wound.
The glass shattered by the bullet was irregular, and if any fragments remained inside the wound, they could cause inflammation later on, so it was essential to clean the wound thoroughly.
The little guy trembled all over from the pain, biting his lip tightly, his other arm tight around Gan Yuan’s neck.
"If it hurts, cry out. Don’t hold it in."
At this moment, Gan Yuan’s heart ached unbearably. If she could, she would rather take the injury on herself, even a thousand times heavier, rather than having her son suffer.
The little guy didn’t make a sound, just pressed his lips tightly together, and didn’t cry out even as the doctor began the antiseptic suturing and the anesthetic gradually took effect.
Outside the emergency room, a car charged in, and before it even came to a complete stop, Huangfu Jue bolted out of the car door and dashed into the emergency zone.
"Mr. Duke!" Will, who was waiting at the door, immediately greeted, "This way."
Turning, he ran over, not even glancing at the people outside the door, Huangfu Jue pushed straight through into the treatment room.
"Sir, this place..." The nurse, seeing someone enter, initially wanted to ask him to wait outside but recognizing who he was, froze in place, "Duke... Your Grace..."
"Xiaotang!" Seeing his son receiving stitches, the man’s brows immediately knotted in worry, not wanting to disturb the doctor, he walked carefully over to Gan Yuan’s side, his heart twisted as much as his brows upon seeing his son’s injuries, "I’m sorry..."
The little guy’s face was pale, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly toward him.
"Daddy, I don’t blame you, you looked so cool standing in front of the fireworks!"
That one sentence choked up the normally stoic man, his throat tightened, and his eyes heated up.
At that moment, the doctor had just secured the gauze on the little guy, Gan Yuan stood up and handed Gan Tang into his arms, and he took the little guy into his arms as if he were made of glass, tenderly cradling his injured arm, and asked softly.
"Does it still hurt?"
The little guy immediately shook his head.
"Not at all, it’s numb, the doctor gave me an anesthetic."
Knowing he must be full of self-blame, Gan Yuan smiled as she steadied his arm, "It’s not a serious injury, don’t worry."
"What happened to your hand?" Noticing the bloodstains on her hand, Huangfu Jue furrowed his brows, "Why hasn’t she been bandaged!"