Treatment of Gun Wounds

Reyna's guess was correct. She searched around the lake bank for ten minutes and finally found Leroy.

Reyna's eyes lit up and she quickly rushed forward, "Leroy, how are you?"

The man, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes because of the woman's worried voice.

Seeing Reyna's face at the first glance, he finally revealed a hint of softness.

Reyna helped him up, only to discover that not only was his shoulder injured, but his arm was bleeding.

The bleeding couldn't be stopped and blood continued to stream down his arm into the lake. Soon, the water beneath him was dyed red.

"Your hand..."

Reyna finally remembered that when he held her into his embrace in that critical moment, he was panting. She didn't expect that his hand was shot at that time.

"It's fine." Leroy was very calm, but Reyna could tell the weakness in his voice.

"Are you hurt?" He saw that her lips were a little pale. Perhaps it was because she had been frozen for too long.