Shi Yuting, Wounded (4)

"I said I'm fine!"

Her heart was in disarray, which stopped when she looked at Shi Yuting. Zuo Weiyi could not help but shout.

Her chest felt as if impaled by a sword and she felt suffocated. 

Zhong Chenghao was stunned by her expression. 

After so many years, he had never seen a woman going this far for Shi Yuting. 

Because of Zuo Weiyi's insistence, Zhong Chenghao transferred a full amount of 400ml blood to Shi Yuting. 

After all the bullets were taken out, his lifeline on the ECG machine was still stable. Zhong Chenghao sighed a breath of relief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. 

"Is he, alright?"

Zuo Weiyi sat up while pressing the wound on her arm and staring at Shi Yuting with a concerned expression. 

She had never seen his face so pale before and it made her want to cry. 

Zhong Chenghao turned his head and saw her equally pale face.