In a moment of stunned silence, a bullet rapidly headed towards his forehead.
Ji Tian quickly pulled him away, and the bullet aimed at him embedded itself into the wall.
"Are you crazy? Do you want to die? Run now, Mo Jiu's men are catching up."
Ji Tian dragged Qin Jiangsheng into the mortuary. Knowing Mo Jiu's temperament, he wouldn't allow Qin Jiangsheng to leave the hospital alive.
She took out the nurse's attire she had prepared in advance and got dressed, opened his clothes, and used gauze to stop the bleeding from his gunshot wound.
"Quick, lie down and play dead, I'll take you out of here."
Qin Jiangsheng was forcefully pressed onto the bed by Ji Tian.
His eyes were somewhat lifeless. Mo Jiu had saved him when he was fifteen, seriously taught him, made him no longer endure hardship, no longer wander, no longer be hungry one meal and full the next, giving him a place called "home."
For seven years, he had trusted him to the bone.
