Mu Wanxin took a step forward and supported her mother's trembling arm, "Mom, don't be like this, if Xingfeng is here, he will be fine."
As she spoke, the medical staff had already transported the injured down, and He Yushu broke free from her husband and daughter and rushed over.
"Xingfeng, Xingfeng, open your eyes and look at mom!"
On the hospital bed, Mu Xingfeng was covered in blood, his cold and beautiful face pale, his sexy thin lips devoid of color, eyes tightly closed, with an oxygen mask covering most of his face, showing no response to He Yushu's cries.
"How is the patient now?" The director of the Military General Hospital asked the accompanying doctor.
"The patient has a gunshot wound to the chest, very close to the heart. It has been three hours since the injury, severe blood loss, we have performed a transfusion, but the bullet is still inside," the accompanying doctor said concisely.
