Even though Zhuo Junyue wanted to ask his daughter if she was injured, he held back.
"Alright, Mu Feng, answer the phone."
Zuo Mufeng picked up the phone, "An An, it's your second uncle."
"Second Uncle, Lu Mingfei fell from the third floor to save me. A steel rod pierced through his chest, about three inches below his left shoulder."
Zuo Mufeng heard it and knew the location was very dangerous.
"An An, don't move him. What's his blood type?"
"Type B."
"Alright, we'll be there in about twenty minutes. Keep him steady, and don't let him lose consciousness before I arrive."
Zuo Mufeng hung up the phone. Zhuo Junyue was very anxious, "Mu Feng, what's going on?"
"That Lu Family kid fell from the third floor to save An An. A steel rod pierced his chest. Drive faster."
Fortunately, before he left the military hospital this time, he was prepared for emergencies and brought Type B blood.
