When Luo Xiying and the others arrived, Luo Qianqian had already left the operating room. Fortunately, the bullet had passed through Luo Qianqian's flesh and had not even grazed the bone, leaving no remnants after passing through her arm. Unfortunately, because she had hit a tree, she had fractured three ribs and her leg bone, and even some of her internal organs were damaged, but thankfully, the injuries were not severe and she could recover with rest.
Luo Xiying, standing outside the intensive care unit, looked at his little niece's pale, unconscious face with a pang of heartache, but he could only clench his fists tightly, because the person lying inside was Ye Meng.
Qin Liang patted his friend's shoulder, "This kid is quite lucky. Neither of the two shots hit any vital organs, and the bullets have been extracted. He just had to come and see for himself."
Luo Xiying nodded, "She's still in danger, waiting for her to wake up."
