The corridor outside the hospital's emergency room was silent. Lin Qingyun and Jiang Nianyu sat stupefied on the bench. Xu Qingyue, Tang Bing, Tang Yue, and the others also waited anxiously nearby, their hearts filled with worry.
A few moments later, the doors to the operating room opened.
Lin Qingyun's body trembled as she walked forward with red eyes. "Doctor, how is he?"
A doctor in a white coat pushed up his glasses and sighed softly. "The patient's internal organs were already damaged from a grievous injury. The bullet's passage through his chest created a pressure wave, causing massive internal bleeding..."
"Cut the crap! Tell us something useful!" Ling Feng barked from the side.
"I... I'm sorry..." The doctor bowed his head and said sorrowfully, "We... we really did our best..."
"What... what?!" Ling Feng stumbled back two steps, staring blankly at the doctor.
THUD. Lin Qingyun's bag fell to the floor.
