Doctor Chen arrived with the medical team eight minutes later. After examining Su Jiuyi's condition, he wasted no time in doing the disinfection work and began the surgery.
Shi Aoju wanted to stay by Su Jiuyi's side until her vital signs stabilized, but given the precarious situation, he couldn't act recklessly. Watching the doctor extract the bullet from her body, he lowered his head and left a kiss on Su Jiuyi's lips.
"When you wake up, I'll give you a wedding." He whispered these words in her ear.
Su Jiuyi lay on the operating table, her face pale, likely due to excessive blood loss. Her skin had lost its color, and her breathing was very weak. If Shi Aoju hadn't touched her lips, he might have thought her life had ended here.
"Take good care of her."
Leaving these words, Shi Aoju turned resolutely. Although he walked with such determination, his steps were so heavy.
