Zhao Ming let out a groan, and Qi Taiguo suddenly felt a surge of joy, rushing over; he was still alive.
"Zhao Ming? Zhao Ming." Qi Taiguo gently patted Zhao Ming's cheek while quickly checking his wounds, praying to the heavens, hoping it wasn't a fatal injury.
Blood was oozing from the left shoulder, probably a gunshot wound. After all, Cheng Ning was holding him but couldn't completely shield him, so a shoulder wound was a blessing from the Bodhisattva.
"Old Gao, he needs medical treatment, we need to get him to the hospital right away." Qi Taiguo said without looking up, "Take Cheng Ning, leave immediately."
Every soldier, regardless of life or death or their location, must be taken away; it's a rule and regulation.
As he spoke, he was about to carry Zhao Ming on his back, but he couldn't hear Gao Linbing's response. He couldn't help but look up, and with that glance, Qi Taiguo's expression changed drastically.
