Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The man's breathing grew heavier and rougher.

Rosalie summoned her courage to face his injury, watching as he used tweezers to pull a bullet from his chest and then toss it into a nearby dish. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath. Then, he used the tweezers to remove the shards from his wound. After that, he picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to rinse his wound, but his hands were trembling.

Rosalie took the hydrogen peroxide from him. "Let me handle it. I'll help you."

Vincent let his hands fall to his side, not stopping her.

Rosalie carefully rinsed his wound with hydrogen peroxide. As if afraid of causing him pain, she blew gently on his injury while cleaning it.

Noticing her actions, a playful smile flickered in Vincent's eyes.

After she finished rinsing his wound with hydrogen peroxide, she followed up with a saline solution to clean the residue. Next, she disinfected the area with iodine and bandaged the wound. There was still a bullet lodged in his shoulder.

He couldn't extract the bullet from his back by himself, so it was up to Rosalie to do it.

bit her thumb hard, trying to use

should you be? Just

her hand against her other hand, took a deep breath, then gritted

the man's body tense and his breathing

to push the tweezers deeper to find the bullet, but after several attempts,

had no idea what she was doing, but the man still bore it in silence and didn't make

from his wound, Rosalie felt her heart

she was poking around

his head around. "I'll count to ten. Get it

"Ten seconds? But I-"

counting down, "Ten, nine, eight..." She was still in a daze, and upon hearing him count, she simply jabbed the tweezers back

pale. He gripped the cushion tightly, gritting

"Five, four, three