She vaguely saw bloody flesh and felt as if she was in pain. She instinctively did not dare to look.
Mo Yuanxiu's suppressed voice sounded in the room.
Time passed very quickly. In less than two minutes, Lu Manman opened her eyes and saw that the private doctor had placed the bullet on the napkin that Butler Wang had handed him. It was still stained with blood.
Mo Yuanxiu's face was even paler at that point, but it was evident that his facial nerves had relaxed a lot.
The private doctor stitched up the wound. Mo Yuanxiu's eyes were closed, and he did not react at all. It was unknown if he was numb from the pain or if he had fallen asleep.
The bandage was done.
The private doctor got Ye Heng to take out the anti-inflammatory drip from the first aid kit and put him on it. Only then did everything seem to come to an end.
Mo Yuanxiu fell asleep quietly.
