you chose her so i married better 72
Chapter 72
“Retreat!”
But before those thugs could leave, their path was blocked by police cars.
“I called the cops,” Tristan explained to Genevieve.
Soon, a large troop of police officers rushed in. All of them gasped when they saw the chaotic scene inside the mausoleum.
The chief police officer spotted Tristan at a glance and was stunned for a moment.
“Mr. Hale,” he said in greeting.
Tristan nodded a little in return and said concisely, “Zachary Lambert is involved in the illegal development of prohibited drugs and attempted murder. All the evidence is right here. I’ll leave the rest to you guys.”
“Thank you very much for providing us with the tip,” said the chief police officer.
Wasting no time, he waved and ordered, “Take all of them away.”
Zachary was dragged out. As he passed Genevieve, he glared at her and Tristan resentfully and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Just you wait! I won’t spare you!”
It didn’t take long for the police to get the situation under control. After they cleared out the thugs, the forensic team gradually arrived and started to collect evidence.
Once the commotion was over, Heron, Tristan, and Genevieve were the only ones left in the mausoleum.
Heron looked at Tristan with a complicated gaze before he finally gave him a firm handshake.
“Thank you so much for saving my life, sir,” said Heron.
Tristan hummed calmly in acknowledgment, but his gaze never left Genevieve.
“Your injuries.” Genevieve walked up to him and grabbed his wrist in an instant, saying, “These have to be taken care of immediately.”
The realization hit Heron, and he echoed, “Yes, you’re right! There’s a medical kit inside. I’ll go grab it right now!”
Soon, he rushed back with an unsteady gait, holding a red sandalwood medical kit in his hands. The kit was a vintage piece with intricate cloud patterns carved on it. The edges had been worn smooth by the passage of time. It was clear that it had
been around for years.
Heron put the medical kit on the ground and said urgently, “Here! This kit has everything you need!”
Genevieve didn’t hesitate and went down on one knee to open the medical kit. In an instant, the strange aroma of a mix of
several medicinal herbs filled the air.
There were dozens of small compartments in the box. It had everything–needles, mortar and pestle, white porcelain bottles, and even some small custom blades that were as thin as paper.
All of them were the prized tools that the medical practitioners of the Yates family always carried with them.
Genevieve’s gaze swept over the cuts on Tristan’s arm, which were already starting to turn black. She was stunned.
“It’s poison hemlock,” she uttered.
Heron gasped.
Tristan, however, behaved as if he weren’t the one who was injured. He didn’t even frown. He just kept his deep gaze fixed on
Genevieve.
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“Is there a way to treat it?” he asked calmly.
Genevieve simply gave a one–word answer. “Yes.”
Then she drew the thinnest silver blade from the medical kit and lightly seared the tip over the candle flame, moving it so fast that it was barely visible to the naked eye.
“Bear with it a little.”
Without hesitation, she turned her wrist and sliced the wounds accurately. She moved at the speed of light, but her force was perfectly controlled, only slicing the surface of Tristan’s skin. She then pressed his wounds, forcing the dark, poisoned blood to ooze out. It ran like black ink and carried a foul stench.
Tristan let out a faint groan. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he didn’t move a muscle.
Genevieve was very focused. She poured out some dark green medicinal powder from a white porcelain bottle and sprinkled it evenly over the wounds. Then, as her fingers danced swiftly in the air, dozens of needles appeared between them.
Heron was so frightened that he let out a gasp.
He clearly saw Genevieve accurately piercing the needles into vital spots on Tristan’s arm, sealing off pathways before the poison could reach his heart.
With the last needle in place, the blood streaming from Tristan’s arm finally changed color, turning from the foul black to a deep crimson.
Genevieve let out a deep sigh of relief as sweat covered her temples.
She removed the needles and bandaged his wounds swiftly with some clean gauze. It was just like the day they met officially for the first time, when she bandaged his wound in the stairwell.
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