"Sir, are you okay?"
Sang Ning knelt on one knee and lightly patted the man's shoulder.
Heaven knows, she didn't mean to plop herself down like that. She genuinely didn't see this man here.
The man didn't respond, his eyes tightly shut in obvious pain, his right hand pressing hard against his lower abdomen as bright red blood seeped through his fingers.
Sang Ning immediately stood up and turned to look back. Sure enough, her pants were stained with a large patch of blood.
Damn it! She had actually sat right on his wound earlier!
Sang Ning crouched down again, moved aside the man's hand from his lower abdomen, then unfastened his suit jacket and began unbuttoning three buttons of his shirt from bottom to top.
The shirt hem opened to his waist, revealing the man's toned abdominal muscles. The wound on his lower abdomen was still bleeding profusely, making it impossible to discern the shape of the injury.
