"Don't go to the hospital, take me back to the hotel!" Li Beijue pressed his injured left shoulder, blood flowing incessantly, his palm unable to stop it. Scarlet blood dripped through his fingers, looking shocking.
"But Master Jue..." Huo Yiquan was overwhelmed with guilt. If it weren't for his momentary lapse, Master Jue wouldn't have been injured saving him. If anything happened to Master Jue, even killing himself couldn't compensate for his failure. "Master Jue, you should go to the hospital. How else will you remove the bullet from your shoulder?"
"Let the doctor come to the hotel for removal. That's it, decided." He couldn't go to the hospital, or Chi Enen would know about his injury, and she would definitely panic. The doctor said she shouldn't be shocked.
Li Beijue's shoulder felt like the muscle was tearing, stabbing with pain, and his complexion grew paler as he lost blood rapidly. Yet he remained calm, his expression betraying nothing of the gunshot wound.
