Not Embarrassed

After the policewoman was done tying the bandage, she looked up and realized that Qiao Jiusheng was staring at her with an indescribably complicated gaze. It surprised the policewoman, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful but pretentious face.

She wanted to ask Qiao Jiusheng the reason for that gaze.

However, when the words escaped her mouth, they turned into: "Miss, don't worry too much. Your Sir's gunshot wound is not fatal. He will be fine after resting for a while."

Fang Yusheng held Qiao Jiusheng's hand and comfortingly nodded at her. He said, "I'm fine. I won't die."

"Shut up and stop talking! Save your energy," Qiao Jiusheng roared at Fang Yusheng, but her heart was at ease.

Looking at the policewoman's face, Qiao Jiusheng endured it. In the end, she could not help but ask her, "Officer, what's your name?"