Nuannuan and Mu Chenxiang hurried forward, one on each side of Nangong Jin's hospital bed.
At this moment, Nangong Jin's face was drained of all color and his mind was a little blurry. When Nuannuan and Mu Chenxiang arrived at the same time, Nangong Jin subconsciously grabbed Mu Chenxiang's hand.
"Does it hurt?"
Mu Chenxiang burst into tears when she saw Nangong Jin's expression.
Mu Chenxiang held Nangong Jin's hand tightly, giving him strength.
Nangong Jin revealed a weak smile. "I'm fine. I just hurt my shoulder. I won't die."
Then, he turned to look at Nuannuan, who was also holding his hand. The siblings looked at each other and did not say anything.
Nuannuan touched Nangong Jin's forehead and checked his injuries. As expected, the bullet had already been removed from the wound near his shoulder. The wound was still bandaged and the surgery was done well. However, pus had started to form in the wound. In other words, the inflammation had not subsided.
