Life and death are of paramount importance, and Yan Xin didn't press for details, hurrying instead to call for the doctor.
It wasn't until an hour later that the doors to the operating room finally opened.
By that time, the bullet in Song Bingyun's chest had been removed, and she was out of mortal danger.
Only then did Tang Yi, who had been on edge, breathe a sigh of relief.
Although he knew medical techniques, there was no medical equipment at the Song Family's disposal.
Stitching up wounds was no minor matter; an infection could lead to serious complications.
And if anything had happened to Song Bingyun, he would have lived the rest of his life in guilt.
Afterward, Tang Yi took out that bank card that belonged to Song Bingyun and handed it over to Yan Xin.
"Nurse Yan, I am going to trouble you with the care of my wife for a while," he said.
Yan Xin took the bank card and frowned, "Is it always so generous with you rich folks when receiving medical care?"
