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“Ma'am, I'm sorry, we can't believe you!” Without waiting for Huang Ling to speak, a guard spoke softly.

“I'm really a friend of President Shepherd's. If you don't believe me, you can ask him!” The more Huang Ling said, the more in a hurry.

“Miss, if you do this again, I will arrest you!” Another name doesn't seem to speak so well.

Huang Ling was shocked, so scared to get caught, and finally gave up the intrusion.

She stepped back a few steps and called Pastoral.

But they didn't answer the phone.

Perhaps… the worry-free wound was severe and he could not take his call.

Inside Dragon Palace Castle.

Song Wuxi was held by Gu Zheng and sat on the couch.

Looking at the wound on her right calf, Gu Zheng was extremely nervous.

He knelt on one knee, his hands cautiously grabbed Song's anxious feet, and looked at the wound under his knee. He was devastated.

Looking at the wound of direct blood, he frowned and his heart ached.

Bullet, in the bone...

“Injured?” Pastoral Ancient stood behind Gu Zheng and looked heartbroken at Song's worry-free foot injury.

He had called the doctor, but when he saw her bleeding, his eyes were frightening cold.

“Sir, there's a young lady outside named Huang Ling who has to come in.” When a guard came up and felt the deterrent on Pastoral Ancient, he said carefully.

Pastoral calmly said: "Let her in. ”

Gu Qiu looked up and looked sharply at Pastoral Ancient: “I want to know who they are! ”

Pastoral: “I've sent someone to hunt it down. ”

Song did not worry about the pain and frowned. “Obviously, the target of the other party is me. I guess it should be Cheng Jian's new remaining party. ”

Pastoral shaded his face and coldly said: "Whoever the other party is, if they catch him, they will definitely convict him! ”

“Why isn't the doctor here yet?” Gu Zheng was distressed and irritable. He yelled at Pastoral Ancients: “Didn't the Dragon Palace have a doctor? ”

“Here comes the doctor!” At this point, the new presidential secretary was pleased to call out.

A male doctor in a white coat, carrying a large medicine box, hurried in.

“Come on!” Pastoral Gu drank vigorously, spreading frightening killings all over his body.

The doctor shook a shake and hurried over, kneeling in front of Song Wuxi.

Prior to his arrival, Gu Zheng had rolled up the corners of his pants, revealing a remarkable and alarming wound.

After examining a wound, the doctor raised his head and looked at Song Li, "The bullet just got stuck between the two muscles and it had to be removed. ”

Song Weiqiao's face grew pale and she looked at the doctor and nodded. “Take it out. ”

Huang Ling was brought in by a guard, and she glanced at Gu Ying and Pastoral Ancient, who looked very ugly.

Then he looked at Song's worry-free wound, and when he saw Song's worry-free wound, Huang Ling's heart snapped, as if it had been wounded on his leg.

She's not stupid, she can see, those bullets just now, they're all coming towards Song Wu Xiao.

The target of the other party is obviously Song Li.

At this moment, Huang Ling thinks he is very good.

At least, shopping and eating and not afraid of a sudden assassination.

Song Li looked up and saw Huang Ling looking at his wound in a heartbroken manner.

She smiled, “Don't be sad, it doesn't hurt. ”

When Huang Ling listened, her heart was bitter. She lifted her eyes and looked at Song without worries. She smiled bitterly. “How can it not hurt? This is a gunshot wound. ”

She had just been pushed down. When she fell, her palms were all worn out and now she feels painful.

Song Fu is a gunshot wound. Why doesn't it hurt?