Wen Zhiyuan didn't expect to meet Shen Chi on the ferry, and judging by the situation, a major accident had occurred.
Little Xu was covered in blood, and Shen Chi's shirt was also stained with patches of blood.
Wen Zhiyuan prepared the disinfectant and began to clean Xu Chaomu's bullet wound.
The facilities here were simple, but he was still confident in himself.
Throughout the process, Shen Chi's face was tense, his eyes complex, his heart nearly stopping from the strain.
Tension, unease, regret, all filled Shen Chi's heart.
Every minute was torture for Shen Chi.
"It's done." No one knew how long it took, but Wen Zhiyuan finally removed the bullet from Xu Chaomu's back and took off his gloves.
"How is she?"
"Stable for now, don't worry. As long as she doesn't get a fever, she'll be fine." Wen Zhiyuan said, "She needs rest now, I'll go prepare the medicine."
Shen Chi didn't say more, he sat by Xu Chaomu's bedside, gently caressing her face with his large hand.
