Qiao Lu was feeling unsettled as well. In fact, last night at the hospital, they had also conducted an examination on the commander.
However, the commander remained comatose, and now An An's method was their last hope.
"Zi Ling, just listen to An An and have breakfast first. I'll handle the meals for now. An An, is there anything else you need help with?"
"No need, just take good care of the commander's health."
After finishing breakfast, An An led Chen Ziling to the door of the darkroom. "Alright, everyone else, go out for now. Xiao Feng, you stay and help me. Uncle Hu, please guard the door for me. Don't let anyone in except Xiao Feng and me. Aunt Qiao, I might need seven days; I'll need to stay here during that time, so I'll be troubling you."
Qiao Lu nodded, "Alright, I'll have someone bring your luggage over. Don't worry."
After the others left, Chen Ziling sat there, unsure of what was hidden inside the darkroom—its mysterious air.
