C287 reconstructed Pan-Shao-Long

"Hehe, that's true, but I need someone to help me take out the bullet. It has already passed through my abdomen and its half of the bullet is stuck in my muscles ?"

"In the organization." Yang Xin laughed bitterly.

"Ugh ?" Let me help you. Do you want some anesthetic? " Yang Yue also sat down on the bed. Just a moment ago, she was still shocked at the intensity of Yang Xin's muscles