Ling Tianyu remained indifferent to Duan Yanran's reaction; he didn't show any response at all. Using tweezers, he simply pulled out the bullet and stopped the bleeding. There was no need to go to the hospital; it wasn't necessary because he was a cultivator and didn't have to worry about bacterial infections.
"Alright, I'll drive you home first." Ling Tianyu used tissue paper to quickly wipe off the blood on his shoulder and hands, started the car, and headed for her home.
Duan Yanran was quite worried on the way. Is it really okay not to go to the hospital? What if I get a bacterial infection? This isn't a joke.
There could even be a risk of septicemia, and possibly even amputation, or in the worst case, it could be fatal.
"You... you should come to the hospital with me," Duan Yanran couldn't suppress her worry and urged Ling Tianyu.