Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down
Chapter 83 I Will Screw You If You Mention Divorce Again

The attending physician was anxious as he barked at the nurse next to him, "Do you know who is lying here? How can you allow just anyone to barge in? If there is anything wrong, the employees of the whole hospital would lose their jobs!"

Several nurses escorted Winona towards outside as they said, "Miss, you need to leave now. If you interfere with the patient's condition, will you be able to bear the consequences?"

Winona shrugged them off violently and shouted back, "I am his lover, and I am the best doctor in the nation who can do open thoracotomy. I will bear all the consequences if there is any."

The one having a hard time to even breath was not Abram Cohen but Matt Snider. Winona watched the now unconscious Matt and felt her eye getting become teary. She didn't dare to lower her eyes for fear o her tears trickling down her cheeks. She didn't know why Matt rush out in the nick of time, but she knew that the moment that bullet pierced his body, she felt such despair and pain, as if her whole world was crumbling.

At this moment, Abram walked over and said, "I can be a witness to her. Let her do it!"

"Yes, Mr. President!"

The doctors and nurses readied themselves as Winona threw a cold glance at her, "You can leave now. But it's not over and I have a bone to pick with you!"

The most urgent thing now was to save Matt's life. She couldn't even bring herself to imagine the repercussions if something bad were to happen to him. She would lose her will to live in this world. It was only until now that she finally understood how important this man was to her.

The anesthetist was gearing up to inject anesthesia into him, but Winona stopped her, "He's a soldier. He needs to be aware of his surroundings all the time."

"But if we do it that way, the patient might come to himself due to the intense pain. If there is any unusual response from his body, the consequences are unimaginable." "Just do as I say. I believe in him as well as in myself."

At the exact moment the bullet penetrated his body, he didn't even blink. He was even consoling her with a smile, saying, "Don't cry, you little devil. I won't die so easily." At that moment, her tears poured. She walked into the disinfection unit and disinfected her whole body thoroughly. The lights above the surgical bed flickered on and Matt's shirt was removed. She stood by him with a scalpel in her hand while trying to convince herself. She needed to put away all the noises and distractions and saw him like any other patient. After all, this was a very delicate surgery, and one single, tiny mistake was all it took to send Matt to the other side.

At the same time, this patient was simply not any other patient. He was her beloved, and she loved her deeply and profoundly. When her knife slit through his chest and blood spluttered out, her hand which was holding the knife shuddered a little.

At this time, a weak yet teasing voice came, "You little devil, you look so gorgeous even with that white coat... Next time... Dress up as a nurse for me... A pink and sexy one."

Winona's tears almost streamed down her face again. Even in moments like this, he still had the mood to tease her. It seemed that he cared less about himself, which made her retort vehemently at him, "Matt, you shut the fuck up! If you utter another word, I'll send you to hell!"

"Wherever you send me... I... will go willingly."

"Shut up... I will go with you."

Matt stopped saying anything, and he grinned widely with his chapped and pale lips. After hearing what she had said, he felt like he wouldn't mind going to the netherworld even if that had to happen. That's right! No matter heaven or hell, she would follow him wherever he went. As she came to this conviction, Winona was able to put aside all of the distractions and focused completely on the surgery.

"The hemostat!"

"Scalpel!"

"Get the blood bag ready!"

"Ready for stitching!"

His body was sliced by the surgical knife and he was feeling the pain of needles sewing through his skin, but as he watched her close by, it was as if all of his pain receded. At this moment, she was exquisitely attractive and outstanding, like a warrior who was wielding a huge blade and slashing through enemies on the battlefield. Blood was splattered on her face and her fluttering eyelashes, and the surgical lighting was illuminating the sweat on her forehead, which strangely added to her a captivating aura. It was worth his life to love this woman, and no matter how much pain he was feeling, he wouldn't regret it. He curled up his lips and thought that Herman was right. He had fallen for Winona, which would probably last for his entire lifetime, and he was going to love this woman crazily.

The surgery carried on for three whole hours, and everyone was exhausted. Winona looked as if she had lost her ground as she collapsed to the floor. There was blood on her palms, and the blood used to belong to Matt. She hugged herself tightly and let her tears flow as she wailed uncontrollably. Luckily, she had the blessing from the heavens and the surgery was a success. Luckily, she got another chance to make things up to him.

At this moment, a crystal-clear handmade leather shoe came into her field of vision. A warm palm patted her shoulders, "Winona, don't you worry one bit. Matt will be fine."

Winona suddenly jerked her head up with enmity in her eyes, "Get lost! You're the one who deserve to die!"

A trace of hurt flashed in Abram's eyes, "Are you that resentful of me? Won't you give me even a chance to explain myself?"

"You should just go. I won't kill you now because your life was saved by Matt."

"Alright. I'll wait until you cool down."

Abram turned and left with heavy steps and his heart dripping with blood. He truly felt that he owed this daughter of his too much, and they wouldn't be able to resolve anything by just talking it out briefly. From this moment on, he decided to protect his daughter, Gwendoline's daughter. As for those who had caused Gwendoline's death, he swore to hunt them all down!

Winona stood up and got a glimpse of the bloodied bullet on a metallic tray, and she picked it up and played around in her palms. She wanted to imprint this pain in her heart forever. She hurriedly changed the white coat which was stained with blood and washed her face with cold water. Then, she went to his ward.

When he saw her, he forced a smile despite the pain, "You little devil. Are you missing me?"

At that moment, her tears dropped uncontrollably as she let herself loose. Matt was nervous and he felt his heart aching, as if this was even more painful by a thousand fold than the surgery which opened a hole in his chest just now, "Girl... Stop crying."

She cried even louder, and her shoulders were trembling non-stop. This broke his heart. He gnashed his teeth and said, "I am not dead yet. Did you think that your dream of remarrying is going to fall through?" Getting provoked by him, she really stopped crying. She bit her lips and glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "Didn't you say that I will forever be yours in life and in death?"

He was elated as his smile grew wider, "If you mentioned about divorce again in the future, I will... screw you!"

She chuckled and thought that he was still the same old self even after getting injured. She looked at the thick bandage on his chest and asked worriedly, "Is it still painful?"

A cunning look flashed in his eyes as he sucked in a deep breath, "It's painful. It's so damn painful."

She got up worriedly and flipped his blanket over to study his wound, but he suddenly grabbed her arm and cooed, "If you accompanied me, I won't feel so painful anymore. But..."

"What?"

"When I think of the fact that I need to lie in bed for several months and I can't go to the barracks and also can't fuck you... I feel an immense pain in my chest!"