"You should get into the game as soon as possible. Having real-world experience will give you an advantage over the average player."

Gong Yan asked in surprise, "How do you know I haven't played Gods of War?"

Zhou Yi gently pulled open his collar, revealing a heart-shaped mark on his chest.

"This is the Gods Login Device; Xiao Bai also has one."

Gong Yan looked at Xiao Bai and, sure enough, saw that he also had a heart-shaped mark on his chest. Then she looked down.

Because of the battle, several buttons on my collar fell off.

Her skin was flawless.

She suddenly remembered something and rolled her eyes at Zhou Yi.

You little pervert! I'm your sister-in-law!

"You were shot? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Zhou Yi looked at his sister-in-law's shoulder.

Gong Yan got up and went to the restroom. "I'll take care of myself quickly. You take Xiao Yiyi with you. We need to leave this place immediately."

Zhou Yi nodded, went into the room, and called for his little stepdaughter from the game.

The stepdaughter is probably still fighting and will need a few more minutes.

As soon as Zhou Yi stepped out of the room, he heard a muffled groan coming from the bathroom.

Are you alright?

"I...I can't get it out." Gong Yan's voice was weak.

"How about I do it?" Zhou Yi stood outside the bathroom door.

Two seconds of silence.

"Okay." The bathroom door was opened a crack.

Zhou Yi stepped in sideways.

I was instantly captivated by a scene that made my blood boil.

The clothes on her shoulders had been pulled open.

Zhou Yi had only one thought in his mind.

Perhaps only Tyrande Whisperwind can rival my sister-in-law!

"Have you seen enough?" Gong Yan's face was pale with a hint of pink.

Zhou Yi coughed lightly and, with all his might, turned his gaze to his sister-in-law's shoulder.

The bleeding from the wound has become negligible.

The clothes were stained red.

It seems that excessive blood loss has led to exhaustion.

Fortunately, Gong Yan had already cleaned the wound and stopped the bleeding herself.

Zhou Yi picked up his tools, pressed them close to the wound, and examined it carefully. "Is there anything I need to be careful about?"

He really didn't know anything about first aid.

"Just help me remove the bullet, try not to hurt the wound." Gong Yan's breathing was a little rapid, and her face became even more rosy.