Xia Xue pressed the blood-absorbing cotton onto Xiao Lang's wound, tightly securing it with gauze.
The medicine kit only contained household drugs. To extract the bullet and suture the wound, they had to go to a hospital, and then assess whether other areas were affected. The bullet wound was near the chest, only five centimeters from the heart. She wasn't sure where Xiao Lang's heart was, so she couldn't determine if the bullet had pierced the leaflets.
"He must go to the hospital!" she looked at Miao Shaoqing, but everyone knew moving the patient now was impossible. Even a little jolt could be dangerous.
