Before Shangguan Hao could finish his sentence, An Ziqi forcefully made an incision with the scalpel in his hand on his abdominal wound.
Shangguan Hao couldn't help but sharply inhale, but didn't forget to finish what he was saying earlier, "A woman's heart is the most venomous."
"Your Mandarin has certainly improved," she remarked.
As she spoke, An Ziqi grabbed the surgical forceps and started searching for the bullet through the incision.
The bullet had been lodged inside for too long and was in the lower abdomen; his intestines were punctured and it had already moved deeper inward, causing An Ziqi's nervous fingers to nearly knot up.
"You think you're stir-frying vegetables or what, flipping it over and over again," Shangguan Hao joked, though a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant from the pain.
"You should talk less and save your strength," she said.
