The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 170 - It’s Just A Superficial Wound

Chapter 170: It’s Just A Superficial Wound

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
No one expected that Bryce had a hidden dagger and that he would stab Lucas’s chest with it!
Even Bryce himself was extremely surprised. He never thought that he would be able to escape from Lucas, so he had thought of holding Cheyenne hostage and threatening Lucas into letting him go. But he didn’t expect to stab Lucas in his chest by a freak combination of factors.
Bryce subconsciously let go of the dagger and looked at everything before him in astonishment.
After a moment of suffocating silence, Cheyenne finally recovered from her extreme shock and exclaimed anxiously, “Lucas! Are you… are you alright?”
She held Lucas’s arm tightly. Upon seeing Lucas’s shirt stained with blood seeping out of his chest, she reached out to see how badly he was hurt, but she didn’t dare to touch the dagger.
“Lucas! Are you okay?” Charlotte dashed over too. Looking at the eye-catching bloodstain on Lucas’s chest, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth.
“No, I didn’t intend to kill him. He came over himself. It’s none of my business! Even if he dies, he deserves it! If any of you dare to say anything, I won’t spare you!” Bryce raised his hand and pointed at Lucas with a maniacal expression as he hollered at all the people around him.
“Hmph, you’ve got a death wish!” Lucas snorted coldly and raised his long leg to kick Bryce right smack in the middle of his chest.
Bryce’s body was instantly propelled into the air as he spouted a mouthful of blood before flying far away and landing beside the tall and strong bodyguard.
Bryce couldn’t make a single sound throughout the entire process because he passed out the moment he was kicked by Lucas and landed hard on the ground like a dead pig.
Immediately afterward, Lucas looked at the dagger in his chest and frowned slightly before reaching out to pull the dagger out. He then flung the dagger onto the ground.
As he did so, blood gushed out.
“What are you doing?! Why did you pull it out?” Cheyenne looked at Lucas in horror and yelled at him in panic.
She had previously read some articles about first aid. And she learned that if someone got stabbed in the chest, heart, or other vital spots, the dagger should never be pulled out directly without the presence of professional medical personnel and equipment. Otherwise, the blood pressure of their body would instantly compress the injury, resulting in arterial hemorrhage that would endanger their life!
She didn’t expect Lucas to pull the dagger out directly. Looking at the bloody dagger wound in his chest, she panicked and wept uncontrollably while frantically trying to cover his wound with her hands.
“Let’s hurry up and go to the hospital! Charlotte, quickly drive your car over. We’ll head to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment!” Cheyenne yelled anxiously.
“O-okay!” Charlotte nodded frantically. Then she scrambled toward the Lamborghini parked in the corner of the courtyard and started the engine.
Seeing how genuinely nervous and worried Cheyenne was, Lucas felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in his heart. They were both truly concerned about him and were worried that something might happen to him.
Lucas comfortingly patted Cheyenne’s cold and trembling hands that were pressing on his wound and consoled, “Don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury. I’ll be fine.”
“How can this be a minor injury if you’ve bled so much?!” Cheyenne exclaimed at Lucas as tears flooded down her cheeks.
Although Cheyenne yelled at him, Lucas knew that she was just too worried, so he felt even more heartened.
His injury was still a little painful, but Lucas knew that his physique was strong, and such an injury was nothing much to him.
Unfortunately, Cheyenne refused to believe anything he said.
Soon, Cheyenne helped Lucas into the car. When Charlotte saw Lucas’s appearance, her eyes turned red, and she drove to the nearest hospital as quickly as she could.
“Doctor! Emergency! Emergency! Someone’s going to die!” Cheyenne and Charlotte were each holding onto one of Lucas’s arms and helping him into the hospital while calling for help from the nurses in the hospital.
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The hospital personnel were shocked at the sight of Lucas’s bloodstained shirt and immediately had them brought to the emergency room. They also prepared an operation theater just in case. Usually, in cases of such a large amount of blood loss from a wound in the chest, the situation would be rather dangerous.
But after the doctor finished examining the wound in Lucas’s chest with a look of nervousness, he looked at the three people in front of him speechlessly and said in displeasure, “I thought it was a fatal injury. This is just a minor superficial wound that only needs to be disinfected and will heal in no time. He doesn’t even need a bandaid.”
“What?” Cheyenne and Charlotte almost doubted if they had heard wrong. “How can it be just a superficial wound? Doctor, did you examine carefully? He was stabbed in the chest, and the eight-centimeter dagger went almost all the way into his chest. He even bled so much, and his clothes are all stained with blood!”
The doctor frowned. “I may not have excellent medical skills, but I’m not blind or a quack. This is only a minor cut, and it’s not as serious as you two made it out to be.”
“But we clearly saw it with our own eyes…”
Cheyenne and Charlotte were about to describe the scene in greater detail, but Lucas hurriedly stopped them. “My wound is really just a minor one. It’s not that serious. If you don’t believe me, look.”
Then Lucas pried his clothes open a little to reveal his chest, grabbed a few disinfectant alcohol-soaked cotton balls from the tray beside the doctor’s hand, and wiped the blood around his chest. The wound was then displayed clearly to them.
It was indeed only a tiny wound that seemed to be an accidental abrasion.
Cheyenne and Charlotte widened their eyes in surprise and looked at the minor wound in the middle of Lucas’s chest in disbelief.
Bryce had stabbed the eight-centimeter-long blade into Lucas’s chest more than ten minutes ago. And when Lucas pulled out the dagger, a stream of blood had gushed out, which was evidence of a deep wound. How could it just be a minor cut now?!