Hua Nongying stared at something, her bloodthirsty factor was aroused, and her whole person became different.
The two of them hid under a table. An Xiaolan rummaged through the backpack on Hua Nongying's back. Fortunately, her backpack was carried by Hua Nongying. Otherwise, they might have died here today.
An Xiaolan peeked out secretly, holding the sniper rifle in his hand.
"do not move!"
She gave Hua Nongying a warning look and saw that the table next to her was Yi Zihao and Muzi, and that on the right was Leng Yue and Chen Yue. She had hurt her friend.
"At nine o'clock in the upper left corner."
Hua Nongying said calmly, and kissed An Xiaolan on the cheek. He ran out.
The sniper immediately leaned forward to shoot. An Xiaolan also held the handle of the gun tightly. When he fired, he hit his right hand first.
But there was still no time to stop the opponent from shooting.
Bang——
With that sharp sound, An Xiaolan watched Hua Nongying fall to the ground not far away.
Holding the handle of the gun tightly, as if he was going crazy, An Xiaolan ran to Hua Nongying's side, "Huahua! Wake up!"
Turning Hua Nongying's body over, she found that he was lying in a pool of blood, even on his face.
"Ahem!"
He coughed up a little blood and opened his eyes slightly!
"Tell me where it's hurt!"
An Xiaolan fumbled around randomly, and Hua Nongying grabbed his hand.
"I...I'm fine! Don't cry!"
He spoke very hard and hesitantly, but still ignored the severe pain in his body and comforted An Xiaolan.
"This fool, fool!"
An Xiaolan cried. She was completely at a loss.
"Send to the hospital quickly."
Grab the sniper. Leng Yue is a powerful character. If his hand is injured, the sniper will be of no use.
Leng Yue made a quick decision and made the decision for An Xiaolan.
"Let's go to the hospital, you'll be fine!"
Holding Hua Nongying in her arms, An Xiaolan cried, unable to control herself.
"You're going to be okay! It's okay."
Holding Hua Nongying's face, her hands were covered with blood. She kept repeating and talking in Hua Nongying's ear.
Hua Nongying half-opened his eyes. He felt uncomfortable seeing An Xiaolan like this. "Don't feel bad! It's okay!"
Just as he spoke, he coughed up a lot of blood, and the corners of his mouth were covered in bright red. An Xiaolan wiped the corners of his mouth lazily.
She didn't care about the sticky feeling at all, she didn't allow Hua Nongying to fall asleep, she didn't allow it.
Hua Nongying accompanied An Xiaolan into the operating room. She held Hua Nongying's hand tightly and didn't let go, watching the doctor operate on Hua Nongying's body.
"The bullet was too close to the heart."
The doctors communicated to see what method to use to remove the bullet.
As they continued to communicate, Hua Nongying's face gradually became ugly. Because of the excessive blood loss, her whole body seemed to disappear at any time.
"Hurry up."
An Xiaolan bit his lip, feeling very anxious. This startled the doctor who was discussing, and finally asked the most senior person to perform the surgery.
Holding his breath, An Xiaolan nervously looked at the doctor's tweezers, which were inserted into Hua Nongying's chest. Listening to the sound of metal colliding, An Xiaolan felt his heart go cold.
She didn't know how long it took, it felt like a century had passed, and she watched as the bullet was finally picked out by the tweezers.
"Clean that bullet and give it to me!"
An Xiaolan said quietly, then held the bullet in his hand and watched the doctor suturing Hua Nongying.