"Say."
"That is, my qualifications are still young and I can't fully understand many things, so I want to ask my teacher for help and let him study with me."
Suddenly, the car stopped suddenly, and his face became colder.
I was a little scared "Forget it, let's talk about it later. Let's go to the hospital first. The bullet is still in your hand."
He gave me a look, said nothing, and drove on.
When we came to the hospital, the doctor took out the bullet from his hand, and he walked in front of me as if nothing had happened.
He really doesn't feel any pain.
I was about to say something. At this time, my cell phone rang and took a look at the caller ID. It was Dad.
I picked it up.
"Dad, what can I do for you to call me at this time?"
"Come home now."
"Why?" I asked with some doubts.
"You will know when you come back."
Say that finish, Dad hung up the phone.
I was worried about something urgent, so I chose to go back.