Yan Feifan tied the sleeve he'd torn off above the wound on his left calf, pulling it tight and securing it with a dead knot to slow the bleeding.
He then turned to the pale Duan Yu and noticed the front of her clothes was completely soaked with blood.
"You're hurt. Let me take a look."
Duan Yu refused. "Don't worry about it. It's a minor wound. I can take it!"
Yan Feifan acted before she could finish speaking.
He lifted her shirt and saw a round, bleeding wound the size of a peanut on the left side of her waist.
Yan Feifan's expression tightened. It was a gunshot wound.
The situation was worse than he'd expected.
Yan Feifan quickly checked her over but couldn't find an exit wound.
That meant the bullet was still inside her.
It also meant the bullet's impact was relatively weak.
