Sometimes, a tough guy's heart is more vulnerable than anyone else's.
Knowing that someone cares about him, even if the pain in his arm at this moment is excruciating, Guisu feels that the injury is worth it.
Baili Xia knows there's indeed no time to extract the bullet now.
They must first stop the bleeding, and after that, they need to keep running.
But can Guisu still hold on?
This man, just dragging his injured arm, had carried her for dozens of minutes.
"Do you want us both to die here?"
Seeing Baili Xia still motionless, Guisu's voice deepened.
Baili Xia looked at Guisu, and after a few seconds, finally made a difficult decision.
She quickly took out disinfectant from the medical kit and unscrewed the cap.
"Hold on for a bit, it will hurt a lot."
Guisu didn't respond, just nodded heavily.
Only then did Baili Xia pour the disinfectant directly onto the wound.
Guisu groaned lowly, squeezing his eyes shut tight.
