Charlotte was stunned.
In a flash, she started to recall what happened.
Zane was the one who tackled her.
Only then did she realize that he had thrown himself at her in order to protect her from a flying bullet.
Instead of hitting her, the bullet ended up in his thigh.
Zane was in so much pain that he was panting heavily.
Charlotte hesitated for a while before approaching him.
She immediately took off her cloak and tore it into halves, intending to wrap it around Zane's thigh.
Even though she did not study medicine, she still knew some basic first-aid procedures.
Zane croaked, "Don't bandage it; take out the bullet first."
Charlotte's hand paused. "I don't know how to remove the bullet. You tell me what to do and I'll follow your instructions."
"Take out the Sumanthovean pocketknife in my pocket," said Zane.
