"Hang in there, Miracle. I'm going to patch you up now."
Jackson reached out and patted Miracle's head, took out some vodka, and gently poured it over Miracle's wound.
"Yelp!"
Miracle whimpered, shivered a bit, and then turned his head to the side, as if saying that if he couldn't see it, it wouldn't hurt.
The sight tugged at the three women's hearts, and tears welled up in their eyes.
They weren't as brave as Miracle. Even while having a bullet removed, Miracle was so brave—truly a courageous dog.
Jackson, with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, deftly extracted the bullet. Since there was no thread, he had to temporarily bandage it with a cloth strip.
Fearing that Miracle might move and slow the healing of the wound, Jackson even used a branch to stabilize it, making Miracle loo
