Ssss——
The alloy compression bottle sprayed the light blue hemostatic gel onto the injured left shoulder.
The gel, cool to the touch, quickly solidified upon contact with air, wrapping the wound and stopping the blood flow.
Wang Congshan silently returned the hemostatic gel to her tactical belt, switching to holding the gun with her left hand, eyes fixed on the direction of the door.
Like the other rooms in the unfinished building, this room didn't have even the most basic wooden door; there was only a semi-transparent, pink plastic curtain at the doorway, resembling a garbage bag.
At this moment, the dust-covered curtain that Wang Congshan had just lifted was slowly falling back, floating back to its original position.
The right shoulder's clavicle was fractured, the rotator cuff muscles extensively torn, leaving less than one-tenth of her original strength usable.
