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Chapter 1041 Is He Dead?

Chapter 1041 Is He Dead?

Everyone was holding their breath. The tension was thick as if one could hear a pin drop.

Besse finally met Doyle.

Just at the moment they met, Besse yanked Doyle and they fell on the ground together.

Shocked, Doyle was trying to figure out what was going on. Then he heard a loud noise in his ear.

At that very moment, Skye realized that he had been calculated. Never did he expect that Oscar had

put a sniper waiting for them. He got shot, but the bullet was in the side, not somewhere important.

Skye was pushed to the breaking point. No, he couldn't throw everything away that he'd been working

toward. He took a grenade from himself and threw it directly at Besse and Doyle with the slightest

hesitation.

The moment the grenade was thrown out. Skye was shot down by Oscar's people. And the other

mercenaries got shot down too.

The grenade thrown out by Skye rolled right in front of Besse and Doyle.

"Get out of the way!" Theodore shouted.

At that moment, a man ran past frantically. As it was about to go off, he picked up the grenade and

threw it away.

It exploded in midair with a huge explosion, which was practically deafening.

With one swift turn, Oscar protected Besse who had fallen to the ground by holding her tightly under

him. The strong blast wave rolled through over them. Even in Oscar's arms, Besse could still feel the

pain inflicted on her body by the bomb blasts. She was in so much pain that she almost passed out.

Then she looked at the man in front of her.

"Oscar!" Besse called out to him.

She saw blood trickle down his face and drop on her cheeks. Though they were close, she couldn't

make out his face, which was covered by blood.

"Oscar... Oscar!" Besse kept calling him.

At this moment, Oscar's eyes are blurred and he seemed to pass out. Besse's eyes were red with

tears. The inner fear and terror choked her up, making her unable to speak.

Theodore quickly arrived in front of Oscar. Shocked for a little while, he lifted Oscar from the ground

and left in no time. Oscar seemed to glance at Besse lying on the ground. She was staying on the

ground in a daze. He wanted to speak something to comfort her, but finally, he could only smile at her.

Then, he fell into a blackout.

Besse was clenching her fists tightly, suppressing the panic and shock inside of herself.

"Besse..." a weak voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Besse turned her head and saw Doyle, who had been injured badly by the bomb. He was struggling to

climb to her.

"Doyle," Besse tried to stand up. "Doyle?"

Doyle looked closely at her and was relieved to see that she was alive.

He said with difficulty, "It's good that you're okay, Besse..."

And then, he got unconscious.

"Doyle!" Besse called out to him.

Police officers arrived at their side and quickly lifted them onto the helicopter. They were transported

directly to the nearest hospital by helicopter.

It took less than ten minutes. Besse and Doyle had been delivered to the hospital. Medical staff had

been waiting on the rooftop of the hospital for a long time. Besse and Doyle were carried off the

helicopter, and medical personnel quickly rushed them into the emergency room for urgent treatment.

Besse was conscious from beginning to end. She had multiple injuries on her body, but they were all

external wounds and had not affected any of her vital organs.

But she didn't know how Doyle was doing. He had suffered a lot in the car accident before and now

was severely hurt by the blasts.

She thought of Oscar too, who was the closest one to the grenade.

How was he doing?

Besse struggled to suppress her emotions. After undergoing surgery for over two hours, she was

transferred out of the emergency room and directly admitted to a VIP ward.

There were two senior nurses taking care of her in the ward.

"Can you help me ask how the person named Doyle, who we brought to the hospital together, is doing

now?" Besse spoke to the caregiver.

"Okay, I'll go ask right away."

In a moment, the caregiver returned and said to Besse, "Still in the process of being rescued."

The rims of Besse's eyes got red in an instant.

The caregiver quickly comforted her, "Miss Besse, you're seriously injured now. The doctor said you

have multiple fractures, especially in your right leg. After you get a little better, you will need to undergo

fracture surgery. You also have many skin injuries on your body that need to be healed first before

proceeding with further treatment."

"Please go to wait at his door, when he comes out, tell me everything about him." Besse tried to keep

her voice calm. "I just need one of you here."

"Okay, I'll go. Once there is any news, I'll come back and tell you immediately."

"Thank you."

"By the way... Can you ask about Commander's situation?" she added.

The caregiver paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay." But she was not sure if she could

find out more about the commander.

Besse had been waiting in the room all along. Due to extreme weakness, under the influence of

medication, she fell into a deep sleep.

After some time, she was awakened by a nightmare. She suddenly opened her eyes as if everything in

her dream happened again in front of her eyes. It was a scene of her and Doyle getting into the car

accident and of Oscar, who had been blown up by the bomb.

"Miss Besse," The caregiver saw her suddenly wake up and intended to inform her about of the news.

Besse took a long time to come back to her senses. She grabbed the caregiver's hand and asked,

"How is Doyle doing?"

"Miss Besse, rest assured, Mr George has already left the operating room and the doctor says there is

no danger to his life. However, due to severe injuries, he needs to be observed in the intensive care

unit for a few days. If his condition remains stable after a few days, he can be transferred to a private

room. The private room prepared for Mr George is right next to yours, so you don't have to worry."

Besse felt relieved. Then she asked again, "How's Oscar?"

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Two caregivers looked at each other. It seemed that they were hesitant to say something.

Besse's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at them, asking, "Is he dead?"