Chapter 191

Huang Yanyan's POV:

Pain hit me like a freight train—sharp, hot, tearing through my thigh where that damn bullet ripped me open. My head swam, fuzzy and heavy, like I'd downed a bottle of cheap whiskey and woken up in a ditch. I was flat on a table—cold, metal, lights blinding overhead—hands moving fast, voices barking over a roar I couldn't place. Surgery, maybe? Last thing I remembered was Haoyu hauling me into that chopper, blood everywhere, some chick—Lin Mei—claiming she's my real mom. Then nothing—blackout 'til now. My eyes cracked open, blurry as hell, and I saw 'em—medics, masked up, hands bloody, stitching me like a torn jacket.

"Hold her steady!" one snapped, voice muffled, jabbing a needle—more painkiller, probably, but it barely dulled the fire in my leg. My ribs ached, shoulder throbbed, blood crusted my face—damn, I was a mess. Where was Haoyu? Yue? Dad's body? The safehouse shook—walls rattling, dust falling—and I groaned, trying to sit up.