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Lu Zhaoyang leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Soon, the nurse ran back into the operating theater with a few blood bags in her hands. There was no news from the operating room for quite some time. At this time, footsteps were heard in the quiet corridor.

It was Huo Li. He brought her a bag of new clothes. "Sister-in-law, go and get changed. I will be here." Lu Zhaoyang took the bag but did not leave. Huo Li looked at the entrance of the operating room, sighing.

He was screwed; he had not caught the assassin.

"How is it? Who did this?" Lu Zhaoyang asked, her voice was calm. "He got away!" Huo Li clenched his fists. His ever-smiling face looked coldly somber. A hint of disappointment flashed across Lu Zhaoyang's eyes. She would be living in fear as long as the assassin was still at large.

Who was so gutsy to open fire in public?