This bastard Tyson! Black people are black people, and a lowly genius is a lowly genius! I told Donald that I could not interact with such a lowly black person, but he just didn't listen to me! Now it's okay! Ivanka was bullied by Tyson! Donald was hurt like this again... What should I do?
While touching his slightly raised belly, Mara looked at Bill with tears in her eyes, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down: Bill, you must think of a way Ah! Donald has always been nice to you, you can't leave us alone and care about Ah!
Looking at the pitiful Mara, a trace of tenderness flashed in Bill's solemn eyes, and he instinctively wanted to reach out to hug Mara, but Bill quickly realized something, his hands froze slightly, hurriedly took it back, and he promised very seriously: Madam! Don't worry! Even if I sacrifice my life, I will help the master and you!
Ivanka, who looked haggard and dark-eyed, looked at her father who was in pain, suddenly thought of something and shouted anxiously at Bill: I remember the woman among the couple we saved before seemed to say that she was a nurse before! Hurry up! Go and call her over! She might have a way to give her a way!
Yes! I'll find her right away!! Bill was slightly stunned, and hurriedly turned around and ran outwards.
Not long after, Bill walked in from outside the door with a couple.
The couple is about thirties. The man is not tall, but his figure is quite strong. He looks a little cringy after entering the door.
The woman looked alert, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw Trump lying on the bed dying.
Tracy! Didn’t you be a nurse before? Hurry! Help my dad treat the wound! Ivanka ran up anxiously, pulling Tracy with a pleading look
Tracy frowned slightly, looked at Trump, who was covered in blood under his crotch, nodded with a serious expression, and then immediately walked to the bedside, squatted down and began to check Trump's wounds.
Miss Ivanka, Mrs. Trump...Mr. Trump's injuries are not serious, but...it's just that the wound is too big and there is too much blood loss. I must immediately suture him the wound and bandage it up!
Tracy examined the wound very professionally while saying seriously: Now you go find me alcohol immediately. If there is no alcohol, alcohol with high alcohol content is OK. In addition, I will sew the wound on Mr. Trump... In addition, you are looking for some clean cotton cloth and soak it in boiling water to disinfect it!
After Tracy hurriedly said her request, Mara immediately shouted to Ivanka, Bill and others like a headless fly: Hurry Ah! Go and find Ah! Don’t stand there! Where is alcohol and needlework? Where is cotton? Hurry! Think of a solution!
Ivanka looked at her stepmother in disgust, and then said to Nicole who was holding her beside her: Sister Nicole, please help find the cotton cloth, and then boil it in boiling water as Trish said. I know where there is needle and thread, I will get it.
Uncle Bill, I remember that Uncle Acosta has several bottles of whiskey. Go and find Uncle Acosta and ask him for a bottle!
Under Ivanka's command, everyone quickly took action and found all the items that Tracy asked for.
Tracy didn't say much, and began to use whiskey to clean Trump's wounds
The strong wine poured on Trump's explosive wound immediately aggravated Trump's pain. Trump, who was already dying, immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream and struggled in pain.
Ah!!! Get out of here! You bitch! What are you doing?! Ah!!! Do you want to hurt me to death?! Ah! Get out of here!! It hurts me to death!! I want to kill you!!! Ah!!!
Hurry! Hold him down for me!!
Tracy shouted to Bill and others in sweat, "I can't clean his wounds like this, let alone bandage him! He is still bleeding from below, and if he drags it down, he will lose too much blood!!
Are you okay?! If you can't cure Donald, I will kill you and your husband!! Have you heard it?
Mara looked at Trump, who was already in a state of confusion, and angrily grabbed Tracy and cursed anxiously.
Madam! I don’t have time to explain to you now! It’s important to save people! You can help me hold down Mr. Trump! This will only cause trouble for us!
Tracy wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said anxiously: If you believe me, please help hold Mr. Trump down immediately!
Slap! Mara slapped Trish on the face in a coquettish manner and shouted at Trish in anger: You are so brave! You bitch! How dare you talk to me like this?!
While touching his slightly raised belly, Mara looked at Bill with tears in her eyes, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down: Bill, you must think of a way Ah! Donald has always been nice to you, you can't leave us alone and care about Ah!
Looking at the pitiful Mara, a trace of tenderness flashed in Bill's solemn eyes, and he instinctively wanted to reach out to hug Mara, but Bill quickly realized something, his hands froze slightly, hurriedly took it back, and he promised very seriously: Madam! Don't worry! Even if I sacrifice my life, I will help the master and you!
Ivanka, who looked haggard and dark-eyed, looked at her father who was in pain, suddenly thought of something and shouted anxiously at Bill: I remember the woman among the couple we saved before seemed to say that she was a nurse before! Hurry up! Go and call her over! She might have a way to give her a way!
Yes! I'll find her right away!! Bill was slightly stunned, and hurriedly turned around and ran outwards.
Not long after, Bill walked in from outside the door with a couple.
The couple is about thirties. The man is not tall, but his figure is quite strong. He looks a little cringy after entering the door.
The woman looked alert, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw Trump lying on the bed dying.
Tracy! Didn’t you be a nurse before? Hurry! Help my dad treat the wound! Ivanka ran up anxiously, pulling Tracy with a pleading look
Tracy frowned slightly, looked at Trump, who was covered in blood under his crotch, nodded with a serious expression, and then immediately walked to the bedside, squatted down and began to check Trump's wounds.
Miss Ivanka, Mrs. Trump...Mr. Trump's injuries are not serious, but...it's just that the wound is too big and there is too much blood loss. I must immediately suture him the wound and bandage it up!
Tracy examined the wound very professionally while saying seriously: Now you go find me alcohol immediately. If there is no alcohol, alcohol with high alcohol content is OK. In addition, I will sew the wound on Mr. Trump... In addition, you are looking for some clean cotton cloth and soak it in boiling water to disinfect it!
After Tracy hurriedly said her request, Mara immediately shouted to Ivanka, Bill and others like a headless fly: Hurry Ah! Go and find Ah! Don’t stand there! Where is alcohol and needlework? Where is cotton? Hurry! Think of a solution!
Ivanka looked at her stepmother in disgust, and then said to Nicole who was holding her beside her: Sister Nicole, please help find the cotton cloth, and then boil it in boiling water as Trish said. I know where there is needle and thread, I will get it.
Uncle Bill, I remember that Uncle Acosta has several bottles of whiskey. Go and find Uncle Acosta and ask him for a bottle!
Under Ivanka's command, everyone quickly took action and found all the items that Tracy asked for.
Tracy didn't say much, and began to use whiskey to clean Trump's wounds
The strong wine poured on Trump's explosive wound immediately aggravated Trump's pain. Trump, who was already dying, immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream and struggled in pain.
Ah!!! Get out of here! You bitch! What are you doing?! Ah!!! Do you want to hurt me to death?! Ah! Get out of here!! It hurts me to death!! I want to kill you!!! Ah!!!
Hurry! Hold him down for me!!
Tracy shouted to Bill and others in sweat, "I can't clean his wounds like this, let alone bandage him! He is still bleeding from below, and if he drags it down, he will lose too much blood!!
Are you okay?! If you can't cure Donald, I will kill you and your husband!! Have you heard it?
Mara looked at Trump, who was already in a state of confusion, and angrily grabbed Tracy and cursed anxiously.
Madam! I don’t have time to explain to you now! It’s important to save people! You can help me hold down Mr. Trump! This will only cause trouble for us!
Tracy wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said anxiously: If you believe me, please help hold Mr. Trump down immediately!
Slap! Mara slapped Trish on the face in a coquettish manner and shouted at Trish in anger: You are so brave! You bitch! How dare you talk to me like this?!
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