Huo Qingtian in the back carriage, his arm was injured, his sleeve was dyed with dry blood, his handsome and noble face was hung with colour at this time, and his beautiful lips were not bloodstained at this time.

The carriage smelled of blood.

Several other people in the back carriage looked warily at Huo's injuries. "Mr. Huo, shall we dress you first?"

In the gunfight just now, Huo Qingtian was slightly injured and the bullet is still in his arm. If it is not handled in time, his hands will be discarded.

There are doctors in the company, but as soon as they get close to the "Horse", the...