Shen I took A Miao from home to the hospital.

"Boss was injured and has gone to the hospital."

Shen Xinglan didn't want A Miao to see his bloody wound, and by the time the bullet was taken out, A Miao had just arrived.

"Slow down. I'm fine!" Shen Xinglan leaned against the bed with one arm wrapped with gauze and reached out the other uninjured.

A Miao grasped his hand, cried and stroked his wound. "Don't move. Have you got the bullet ...