Qin Ao lowered his head and started to use the knife to enter his arm.
Mo Xiuyuan gritted his teeth.
His veins were exposed and his face was so ferocious that it was almost twisted.
Qin Ao was increasing his speed. He could feel the heart-wrenching pain.
Ye Heng was also trying his best to control mo Xiuyuan’s strength, to prevent him from shaking too hard and causing Qin Ao to be unable to successfully take out the bullet, delaying for even longer.
For a full ten minutes.
The copper-gold bullet was taken out by Qin Ao.
At that moment, Mo Xiuyuan’s face was completely pale.
There was even a second when he almost fainted.
He closed his eyes and kept his head buried, unable to move. After Qin Ao took out the bullet, he cleaned the area around the bullet, stitched it up twice, and bandaged it with medicine.
Afraid that Mo Xiuyuan would be infected by the rain, he took off his jacket and put it on for Mo Xiuyuan.
Throughout the whole process, Mo Xiuyuan sat there motionlessly.
