But under the current circumstances, there was no choice but to use clothing to tie around the wound and stop the bleeding, nothing else could be done.
"Yunshen, how are you, does it hurt a lot..." Mo Lier cried out in distress, turning her head to shout, "Brother Chu, come over quickly and have a look at Yunshen, he's lost a lot of blood..."
Yan Chu pursed his lips and walked over, bending down and reaching out. Mu Yunshen leaned against a tree with a pale face but still grabbed his hand firmly, his eyes ice-cold, "Get lost."
"Yunshen, let Brother Chu have a look at you..."
"No need," Mu Yunshen lifted his eyelids and coldly smiled, "I think Mr. Yan knows very well where to shoot to kill, it must be the position of the heart in the chest. I won't die from this wound here."
Three years ago, Luo Qiangwei said she heard three gunshots before seeing Yan Chu shot and falling from the cruise ship.
