Chapter 1911
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Murong Wanwan nodded in tears. "Don't worry, I've got someone watching over Little Hao and Little Dragonfly."
Murong Qianqian hung up the phone and walked out of the washroom. She looked at Ji Zuo. "Something happened to my dad. Let's go back to the Murongs."
Ji Zuo looked at her. "Who was that?"
Murong Qianqian's breathing was erratic. "My Elder Sister."
Ji Zuo grunted in acknowledgment. He stood up, picked up his suit and walked out the door.
Because Murong Yu's men were keeping an eye on them, Murong Qianqian followed behind, not daring to get too close to him.
The two of them got out of the car one after the other.
Ji Zuo was in the driver's seat and Murong Qianqian was in the passenger seat.
He looked at her. "Fasten your seatbelt."
Murong Qianqian replied.
Ji Zuo said, "Call Second Sister again to confirm."
Murong Qianqian looked at Ji Zuo.
What … what did he mean by that?
After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to call her second sister.
She heard Murong Huanhuan crying the moment she picked up.
Her breath quickened. "We'll be there soon."
Ji Zuo looked at her as he started the car.
A car followed behind them and it was filled with Ji Zuo's men.
The two cars sped at full speed, one after the other.
The traffic department had received the notification and opened a green channel for them.
The journey, which should have taken several hours, was completed in an hour with the two black cars speeding at top speed.
Ji Zuo brought Qianqian into the Murongs' house while his men stood guard outside.
The Murongs had already received Murong Wanwan's orders to let them pass.
When they arrived at Murong Ting's place, they saw him lying on the ground, covered in blood and unconscious.
Murong Qianqian didn't ask anything and hurriedly checked Murong Ting's wound. Seeing that the bullet didn't hit any vital parts, she heaved a sigh of relief. "I … I'll help dad take out the bullet."
Ji Zuo looked at her. "Are you sure you can do it now?"
Murong Qianqian paused and did not say anything.
Ji Zuo said, "Let me do it. You go and prepare the things."
Murong Qianqian looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
Ji Zuo had undergone special training, and retrieving bullets was part of their training.
She quickly went to her room and got the things she needed for the surgery.
Ji Zuo disinfected both his hands and looked at Murong Qianqian. "You can guide me."
The way they removed the bullets was usually simple and violent.
Murong Qianqian took a deep breath and explained what needed to be prepared and what to pay attention to.
Ji Zuo understood most of it. He held a scalpel and cut open Murong Ting's chest with a cold expression. Then, he took out the bullet cleanly.
Then, it was treatment!
Murong Qianqian explained while Ji Zuo did it. The two of them cooperated perfectly.
Murong Wanwan and Murong Huanhuan watched nervously from the side until Qianqian finished transfusing Murong Ting's blood. Then, they heaved a sigh of relief and looked at her. "Qianqian, is Dad okay?"
Qianqian looked at them and took a deep breath. "He's safe for now. Let's wait for him to wake up."
Murong Wanwan and Murong Huanhuan took a deep breath. "Thank goodness you came."
Ji Zuo washed his hands and looked at them. "Big Sister, Second Sister, what exactly happened?"
Murong Wanwan said, "I don't know either. I received Dad's call and heard him crying in pain. Then, I ran over and saw this scene."
Ji Zuo asked, "Why don't I see Ah Bei and Ah Xi?"
Murong Wanwan shook her head. "I didn't see them when I came."
Ji Zuo did not say anything. He picked up his phone and called Ah Bei, but his phone was switched off.
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