Wen Meimei was also aware of the severity of the situation, growing even more worried in her heart.
Suddenly, the emergency room door opened!
Wen Meimei was the first to rush over, "Doctor, how is he doing?"
"The surgery went very smoothly, the bullet has been successfully removed, and there was no major bleeding. However, his right hand may suffer some aftereffects. You're a family member of the patient, right? Remember to remind him to avoid heavy labor in the future, and not to catch cold. As long as he recovers well, writing and typing won't be an issue."
Upon hearing this, Wen Meimei's round face turned suddenly pale as paper.
Mu Zhuoshen and Zhan Ji were also stunned.
At that moment, the doctors wheeled out Qiao Chengxun.
Wen Meimei hurried over, hands on the gurney, her dark, bright eyes locked onto the pale-faced man on the bed.
King of Hell Qiao woke up!
Wen Meimei, excited, grasped his other healthy left hand, asking urgently, "Chengxun, how are you feeling now?"
