C9 (1/2)

Ever since he was young, he had never seen such a bloody scene. Zhou Xuanqing trembled as he reached out with his hand, and after a long while, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his shoulder.

When his gaze fell upon the horrifying wound, he immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

How could it be a gunshot wound?

In this peaceful era, how could such a high and mighty young master be shot and wounded?

Zhou Xuanqing couldn't come up with a solution no matter how hard he thought. After calming down, his first reaction was to make an emergency call. However, the moment she pressed the number, the unconscious He Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

”Don't call, there's a medicine cabinet at home. It's in the cabinet on the left side of the TV in the living room.”

He was clearly very weak, yet he spoke clearly and in order.

Looking at his pale face and pale lips, Zhou Xueqing woodenly nodded his head, and then stood up.

After taking two steps, he remembered and said somewhat panickedly, ”But you suffered a gunshot wound, so you need to go to the hospital as soon as possible.” ”The medicine chest can only treat minor injuries, I …”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted.

”I can't go to the hospital.”

His voice was hoarse from the injury, but firm.

Seeing that pair of black eyes that had now become exceptionally deep and incomprehensible, Zhou Xuanqing forced himself to stop persevering. Ye Zichen nodded, then quickly turned around to look for the so-called medical kit.

The living room was large, but fortunately everything was arranged in an orderly manner. Zhou Xuan Qing did not spend too much time searching for the medicine box.

When he rushed back, he could only stare in panic at the bloody wounds on He Qingyu's body. He had no idea what to do.

Just looking at the bloody wound, she felt her hands go soft and she felt dizzy.

Seeing the woman sitting there in a daze, He Qingyu had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure the pain as he slowly sat up on the ground. He followed Zhou Xuanqing's gaze to the wound on his shoulder and calmly said, ”Now, open the medicine chest and take out the antidote. In addition, there is also anti-inflammatory water.”

Zhou Xuanqing followed suit.

When she was cleaning the wound, she saw that He Qingyu's thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed. At the same time, he could not help but let out a gasp. Her hand became even more unruly.

The man finally couldn't help but curse, ”Sid, why hasn't Lu Yao arrived yet?”

”Lu Yao?” ”Who is it?” A question mark flashed across Zhou Xueqing's eyes, but he didn't ask. However, his heart gradually relaxed as he knew that someone would come over later to treat He Qingyu's wounds.

If she had to take the bullet out, she wouldn't have been able to do it no matter what.

Time passed slowly in this gloomy atmosphere. Just as Zhou Xueqing discovered that He Qingyu was about to faint again, the doorbell rang.

Previously, he had heard from He Qingyu that no outsiders would visit this villa. The scene in front of him caused Zhou Xuanqing to be alarmed as he lowered his head to look at He Qingyu.

Due to the weakness in his body, he struggled to open his eyes and said slowly, ”It should be Lu Yao. Look through the goggles and see if Lu Yao is wearing a black jacket.”

Wear a jacket in this hot late summer season? Zhou Xuanqing was once again dumbfounded, but he still nodded his head in agreement. He got up and ran to the door to check on the situation.

Through the peephole, he saw that the person was indeed wearing a black jacket and a peaked cap of the same color. It was difficult to see his face, making him appear very mysterious.

After confirming the information, Zhou Xuanqing turned around and nodded to He Qingyu, who was still lying on the floor. Then, he opened the door.

The man in the black jacket was tall and burly, and he walked steadily. After entering, he did not pay any attention to Zhou Xuanyin who was sizing him up. Instead, he walked straight over to where He Qingyu was lying on the ground in large strides.