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The future of the brothers was uncertain.
This year, the police in City A were bound to have headaches.
The operating room door swung open, and a doctor dressed in surgical scrubs walked out.
Ji Yan jumped up from his seat but didn’t dare to step forward.
He never knew he could be so timid.
Jia Yiming stepped up for him and asked, "Doctor, how is the patient?"
The doctor removed his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He said, "It's okay. This girl is truly lucky; the bullet almost hit her lung. Fortunately, you arrived in time, and she hasn't lost too much blood, so she should be out of danger. Of course, we still need to monitor her closely for the next couple of days."
"That's great! Thank you!"
Jia Yiming grasped the doctor's hand and exclaimed.
Thank goodness, Mo Li was safe.
Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what Ji Yan would do in retaliation.
"Thank you."
Ji Yan said quietly.
When the Doctor finally said "It's okay," he gathered the courage to step forward.
Mo Li was lying on a moving stretcher, being pushed out by the Nurse.
Ji Yan rushed to the side of the stretcher.
Mo Li lay still, her face pale, eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes resting on her eyelids.
Like a sleeping doll.
"Doctor, when will she wake up?"
The Doctor hesitated and said, "Maybe tomorrow."
After escorting Mo Li to a private intensive care unit, and once the Nurse had left, Ji Yan instructed,
"Find a few reliable brothers to protect Mo Li near the Hospital. Just keep it discreet."
"Yes."
Jia Yiming agreed and went out to arrange for personnel.
Ji Yan sat down beside the hospital bed, pulled the blanket over, and covered Mo Li's left shoulder, which was slightly exposed.
Mo Li remained in a deep coma and did not wake up until the next evening.
However, her physical condition was relatively stable.
Ji Yan stayed by her side the entire time.
In the distance, the chime of the clock tower rang out, distant and mournful.
Ji Yan stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the tall clock tower outside.
The weather was not particularly clear, with mist swirling around the large clock, but the hands were still vaguely discernible.
At that moment, the clock's hands pointed to six o'clock.
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