“I’ve called the police and an ambulance, but they won’t be here for at least thirty minutes,” a voice echoed, filled with helplessness as they stared at the man’s gunshot wounds, unsure of what to do.

Vincent glanced at Hades, who instinctively took a step back, her fear evident.

“No!”

Fear gripped Hades as she backed away, step by step. The air, heavy with the scent of blood, made her stomach churn. Vincent’s eyes locked onto her, chilling and unblinking.

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? Surely you can at least handle basic bleeding control?”

Katelyn’s eyes narrowed in shock; she hadn’t imagined facing something like this today. Quickly, she rushed to Hades’ side, her voice calm but firm.

“I’ll stay close to protect you from any stray bullets. You need to help them with first aid now.”

The ambulance wouldn’t arrive for another thirty minutes. If the wounds were treated quickly, there was still hope for survival.

Even with Katelyn’s comforting words, Hades continued to pull back, her head shaking in clear fear.

“I can’t,” Hades muttered, her voice trembling.

Katelyn looked at her, stunned by the response, and asked again, “What’s stopping you?”

Katelyn made up her mind to stay by Hades’ side. If anything became too difficult, she would step in to help. At this moment, this woman was pretending to be Hades, a highly skilled doctor, yet she couldn’t even manage basic bleeding control. Wasn’t this risking the truth about who she really was?

Every second counted, and saving lives had to come first. Katelyn couldn’t afford to think about her own cover right now. She clenched her jaw and rushed to the nearest person hit by a bullet.

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Vincent shot Hades a cold, emotionless look before he followed Katelyn without hesitation.

The middle-aged woman, still sobbing uncontrollably, saw Katelyn approach and grabbed onto her as if she were her only chance. Desperation filled her voice as she pleaded, “Are you a doctor? Please, you have to save my husband!”

As Katelyn examined the man’s gunshot wounds, she slowly shook her head. “I’m not a doctor, but I can do some basic first aid to stop the bleeding.”

The scene unfolded inside a restaurant, with no medical supplies in sight. Katelyn quickly removed her coat, her hands trembling as she tried to rip it into strips to bind the wound and slow the bleeding. Time was running out. If she could slow the blood loss, there might still be hope for survival.

Katelyn struggled with the coat, but its fine material resisted her efforts, refusing to tear no matter how hard she pulled.

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