Until the three people got in the car, Rong Qianchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No sooner had their car driven away than an ambulance pulled up. The door opened, and Bai Jingqing got out, looking anxiously toward the inside of the airport.
Beiming Han was helped out from inside. Bai Jingqing nervously supported him, "Brother, how are you?"
"It's nothing serious, just a minor injury. There's really no need for all this fuss." Beiming Han's wound had been treated, but the bullet had yet to be removed.
"Get in the car first, let me take a look at your injury." Bai Jingqing helped Beiming Han into the car.
When Beiming Han reached the ambulance door, he couldn't help but look back. A black van was slowly moving away.
"Brother, is there something wrong with that car?" Bai Jingqing also glanced at it.
"No."
Bai Jingqing, "..."
He helped Beiming Han into the car, first let him lie down. Beiming Han's injury was to the lower abdomen, fortunately missing the vital organs.
