The main artery in Chu Junmo's heart was like a tap. It could not close the floodgates.
Bright red blood continued to gush out, quickly soaking through the entire back. It dripped down, staining the carpet red.
It was a ghastly sight!
Gu Qiqi made a prompt decision. "Qiu Qiu, Ming Tian, go get my scalpel, disinfectant, and hemostatic cotton… I'll perform a thoracotomy on him here. Then, I'll perform a heart repair and suture! We can't move him. It's too late!"
"Yes, Master!" Qiu Qiu and Bei Mingtian quickly carried out the order.
Both of them blamed themselves.
Logically speaking, the two of them were the closest to Gu Qiqi, but their divine senses hadn't been activated yet. They couldn't sense the bullet at all. They were clearly in the best position to protect Qi Qi, but the two of them were useless.
They had all cursed themselves ten thousand times in their hearts.
