Yun Bixue patted her face dry and left the bathroom immediately. She sat near Xie Limo and asked calmly, "Limo, what should I do?"
"Xue, just take care of yourself."
Yun Bixue could see the seriousness in Xie Limo's eyes. She understood that Qin Huailing's life depended on this critical moment.
If the police were to show up and intervene in Xie Limo's removal of the bullets, Qin Huailing could easily lose his life.
Even if the bullet were removed, Qin Huailing could still be taken away by the police. His wounds wouldn't be taken care of, and it might lead to some fatal infection.
If they were going to save him, they ought to do it properly.
Qin Huailing answered indifferently, "Young Master Xie, I'm glad to have known you and Yun Bixue. Even if I die without seeking revenge, I still feel grateful to you for dealing with the Yuan family for me and for taking care of my parents. I—"
