At this moment, Chen Hao looked much the same as he had before, but the white shirt on his chest was now dyed red with fresh blood.
There was a bullet hole in the place very close to his heart.
"Chen Hao, don't, don't move around. I'll call an ambulance right away!" Li Bingshuang's icy composure melted instantly, her voice thick with tension as she simultaneously fumbled for her phone inside her bag.
"Don't call an ambulance!" Chen Hao grabbed Li Bingshuang's hand to stop her from making the call.
"Stop messing around, the wound is near the heart, it's a gunshot wound, and it's bleeding! What if you lose too much blood?" Li Bingshuang was bewildered by Chen Hao. How could he insist on not calling an ambulance with such a serious injury?
She didn't realize that this was only the second time she had felt such tension—the first being when she learned of her father's disappearance.
