Bai Jing wiped the blood away, she looked at the wound and said, "The bullet is stuck inside. I need to take it out."
"Miss Bai, this is a gunshot wound. Do you know how to treat it? If you don't, don't pretend to be the boss. Otherwise, you'll embarrass yourself and others."
Bai Jing did not say a word. She was checking the medicine box and found that there was no anesthetic for injection.
Xia Ying saw that Bai Jing did not refute and used her sarcasm to mock her, "What? I was right. I have said it before. How could a greenhouse flower like you get used to such a bloody life? A delicate flower should live in the environment that she should be in. She should not force herself to follow the big tree. The happiness that she is forced to have is not true happiness."
