After 10 p.m. at Mary Hospital in Six Dragons City.
In the corridor outside the emergency room, Qin Tian clenched his teeth and paced back and forth anxiously, his eyes blood-red.
He and Wang Yu had been through life and death together for five years, and regardless of how serious Wang Yu's injuries were, he always pulled through. But he knew this time was different; the bullet had hit Wang Yu close to the heart, and by the time he was brought to the hospital, he had already fallen into a deep coma.
If possible, he would rather be lying on the operating table right now instead of Wang Yu. He was burning with impatience, but completely powerless. All he could do now was to pray silently for Wang Yu and wait anxiously.
Xiang Qiang clenched his fists, leaning against the wall, staring dully at the emergency room light that kept flashing red. Wang Yu had been shot on his turf, and at any cost, he would find the shooter and obliterate the mastermind behind it.
