In the hospital.
Song Guanchao had woken up.
He had indeed been feigning unconsciousness.
But he had indeed been shot.
Even though he had slightly modified the bullet, when the handgun exploded, the bullet still ejected from the barrel.
Moreover, the handgun had been pressed against his abdomen when fired.
At such a close range, the exploded bullet had penetrated his stomach.
Luckily, the impact was not severe, and since his physical condition was strong, the bullet lodged in his muscle without entering his abdominal cavity and without damaging any organs.
It was now 9:37 p.m.
In the hospital room, only Song Guanchao was present.
Outside the room, reporters crowded.
Two special police officers stood guard at the door, strictly forbidding outsiders from entering.
Song Guanchao leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.
