Lu Qingqing knew that Lu Chen had been injured, but she hadn't expected it to be a gunshot wound. No wonder he kept saying it was just a flesh wound; he probably didn't want her to worry.
The maturity of her growing brother made her heart ache.
However, this was the brother she remembered—obedient and attentive—not the selfish one he had become after dating He Mingzhu.
Fu Yisheng squeezed her hand for comfort and asked the attending physician, "Could I know where exactly Lu Chen has been injured? Will it affect his work? As you know, he's also studying medicine, and both physical strength and the use of his hands and arms are very important for surgery; there can't be any lasting effects."
"You don't have to worry, there won't be any lasting effects," the attending physician said as he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "The bullet grazed the bone as it went through his left thigh. He's lucky there was enough flesh."
