Gao Yi rolled over and returned to the police station lobby, his trousers already shredded, with both calves oozing blood on the side facing the blast wave—just the superficial skin was damaged. It hurt, but not particularly badly.
There was a small hole in his left shoulder that kept bleeding, and his arm had been injured by shrapnel, but he could still lift it, indicating it had not hit bone or tendon—it should be like that.
But Lin Xianghua's condition was very bad.
Wearing a Bullet-Proof Vest, Lin Xianghua's torso, though sporting two bullet holes, was safe; the reason he couldn't get up off the ground was due to his legs, arms, face—every part not covered by the vest was bloody, and it was unclear where the injury was.
"Ah Gui, Ah Gui! Speak to me, are you dead?"
Gao Yi didn't know what was going on in his head, or rather, he didn't know what he should be thinking, but after seeing Lin Xianghua's terrible state, some words just spilled out without passing through his brain.
