Shi Yuting was frowning in bed. He could still feel the pain in his chest.
A numbness filled his body. He tried to move a little but his wound hurt. Cold sweat immediately poured down his forehead.
"Don't move! Yuting, you've been seriously injured. Stay still and don't move!" Shen Lanzhi spoke after seeing the pain in his expression.
Shi Yuting took a deep breath and slowly tried to relieve the pain in his wound. He then raised his eyes and found out that many people were in the room.
He frowned. "Why are all of you here?"
Shen Lanzhi burst into tears of joy when she saw her son waking up. "Son, do you know that you were shot? You almost died. How could we not come?"
Shi Yuting glanced at his mother and closed his eyes weakly.
Shi Le who was standing nearby walked to the bed and observed him.
What Zhong Shenghao said was still echoing in his mind. He wanted to know if his grandson had become mentally disabled.
