There were just so many gaping holes on Frank’s body that needed stitching, and all his internal organs were shot.

Along with his other injuries, Winter basically had to sew up a gunny sack filled with holes if she wanted to save Frank, and without filling those holes.

In his state, she would not be surprised if he stopped breathing the next instant.

In fact, she could only watch as Frank’s breathing turned weak, clawing her own hair and almost suffering a breakdown. “What should I do, Frank?! What should I do?!” “Gurk…”

That was when Frank suddenly coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

“Frank!”

Winter’s eyes lit up in delight as she watched Frank open his eyes, rasping, “Winter…”