Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 249

To her surprise, Orin didn't have anyone give Giselle an injection. Instead, he told her, "Stay here and learn for two days. You'll be taking over his position after that."

He was basically telling her to shadow the guy who knew a bit about medicine, pick up the basics, and eventually be the one patching the girls up and injecting that drug into their systems.

"That won't be necessary," Giselle responded. "I'm a doctor. I already know how to do all that."

Orin cast her a doubtful look. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Just then, a wounded woman was carried in and unceremoniously dumped on the bed beside them. Her face was ghostly pale, and she was barely breathing, as though she were almost dead.

Here, when a woman was injured or ill, she was never taken to the hospital. The most they would get was a quick patch-up here. If their illness or injury was too severe, they were left to die, and their bodies would be tossed into the nearby mountains or forest.

Giselle walked over and lifted the woman's clothes. The sight of the deep, jagged tears in her flesh and the steady flow of blood made her suck in a sharp breath.

She took out iodine and a few other disinfectants before cleaning and dressing the wounds. She might have been a veterinarian, but patching up human wounds was no challenge for her.

Under Orin's close watch, Giselle had no right to refuse. She reluctantly filled the syringes with the toxin-heavy drug, found each woman's vein, and pushed the substance into their bloodstream. She was well aware of the damage these drugs would cause, yet at that moment, she had no choice but to bury her conscience and become their accomplice.

Noticing how skilled and professional Giselle was, Orin felt even more reassured. After saying a few words to her, he left the room.

After making it through the day in one piece, she finally made it back to her bed. Gazing at the darkness beyond the small window, the emptiness in her chest felt heavier than ever. She didn't know if she'd ever escape this living hell or even make it to the end of the month.

Closing her eyes, her thoughts circled endlessly before settling on Orin. Remembering how he had spared her on more than one occasion, a dangerous idea took root in her mind.