Lu Xiaojiu's arm was fine. This place wasn't too far from Dubai, and every hospital stocked the serum for this kind of venom. It wasn't life-threatening, but because of the delayed treatment, Lu Xiaojiu wouldn't be able to shoot freely for at least a year. She couldn't even handle the recoil of a Desert Eagle; otherwise, her right hand might never shoot again.
"I'll take good care of it," Lu Xiaojiu said to General Taylor.
General Taylor was quite kind to both of them. Knowing she was injured, he came to the hospital to visit as soon as he could. Firearms were Lu Xiaojiu's second life. In her hands, guns seemed to come to life. She was the best sniper under Taylor's command. Few understood how much Xiaojiu loved shooting and firearms. What made her delay treatment despite her hand injury?
Could her arm be more important than her gun?
