The most unfortunate among several people was Mu Tingfeng. The shot he blocked for Zhao Youlin, in the end, was the real deal.
Although that person could not aim perfectly and only shot his arm without injuring any vital parts; although the fortunate part out of all the misfortunes was that the bullet went through his arm and did not stay in it, saving the trouble of operation to take the bullet out, a gunshot wound was still a gunshot wound. It could not be compared to ordinary scratches.
Su Ruixin and the others stood at the side. When they saw the doctor completing his examination for Mu Tingfeng, they immediately rushed forward and asked, "Doctor, how is my son?"
Zhao Youlin stood behind Su Ruixin, and she glanced at the man lying on the hospital bed. His face was a little pale, and he looked a little haggard because of excessive blood loss. After hesitating for a while, she still asked, "Doctor, how is he?"
