"The only bullet that can be visually confirmed," the doctor estimated conservatively, "is a mere two millimeters from the heart."
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you understand what a distance of two millimeters means?"
No one made a sound upon hearing his words.
Then they saw the doctor extend a finger and say, "One breath!"
"With just one breath, this bullet could very well tear through Mr. Zhang's heart, leading to fatal heart failure."
"And this is just one of the bullets. The others have already penetrated deep into his body, undoubtedly causing organ damage. Life... it's just a matter of time."
"Mr. Zhang, I am sorry."
As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Siqi and the others felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
They stared blankly, first at the doctor, then at Zhang Beixing, unable to speak for a long while.
Clearly, they were struggling to accept such an outcome.
The silence stretched on.
