After a few sounds, the other party answered the phone.

"Hey, someone asked me to call this number. He suffered a serious gunshot wound and was about to die. Whether you are his family or a friend, come and pick him up quickly. The address is..."

The fat chef finished speaking quickly, but there was no response from the phone.

“Hey, hey…”

The fat chef shouted a few times at the phone, looked at Zhang Muni helplessly and said, "Otherwise, the other party didn't respond, maybe he didn't understand."

Zhang Muni took the fat chef's phone and said it again in English.

The other party still did not respond.

Zhang Muni also looked at the fat chef and shook her head. Then she put the phone in front of the injured person's ear, wanting him to say something simple to the other party.

But the injured did not make any sound, as if he was unable to speak.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Muni had to get the phone back again and wanted to say something, but found that the other party had hung up the phone.

"Hang."

Zhang Muni returned the phone.

"What should we do? Let's just wait?"

The fat chef was unsure of his mind. He and Zhang Muni stared at each other.

"Let him treat his wound briefly first, at least disinfect him first, so as not to get infected."

Zhang Muni looked at the pale face on the sofa with excessive blood loss. Now she can only do something within her ability. I hope his friends or family can pick him up as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!