At the moment Lu Xingye saw her unharmed, the huge rock pressing on his heart vanished into nothingness, lightening his limbs.
The hard-kept breath he'd been holding released instantly, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss surged over him.
He first felt darkness before his eyes, then pinched his palm hard in the dark, barely managing to speak:
"It's okay, I won't die..."
Amu next to him was sweating profusely with anxiety, thinking that the young master being shot was akin to handing half his life to the Grim Reaper.
Moreover, the young master's constitution was always frail; it was uncertain whether he could survive this ordeal.
Lu Fengxuan frowned deeply, "First go to the hospital, the bullet inside you needs to be removed as soon as possible, we can't delay."
"Miss Fengxuan..." Amu had a request.
But just as he began to speak, Lu Xingye stopped him with his weak voice, "Amu, help me to the car."
