Leng Jiuchen’s face was deathly pale, and his words were very laborious.
Shi ran already understood what he meant, and interrupted his unfinished words with a nod. “Don’t talk anymore, I understand.”
He Yun walked over, and without saying a word, he pulled Leng Jiuchen’s wrist to feel his pulse.
Shi ran asked with a wrinkled face, “How is he? Is He Alright?”
“He’s lost too much blood and his strength is severely depleted. The gunshot wound hasn’t recovered yet.”He Yun shook his head.
Shi ran heard this and asked anxiously, “Then what should we do? Should we send him to the hospital?”
He Yun looked at him with a frown. “I’m not a Doctor?”
Only then did shi ran realize that his hasty words seemed to have hurt he Yun’s self-esteem. He hurriedly said, “Of course it is! I, I was too anxious and said the wrong thing! Then hurry up and help him take a look. He’s still in a hurry to return to the capital.”
