"It will be okay," Shen Qingyan gently reassured, "My father is also on his way to Jiangcheng. You have to trust us!"
In this world, perhaps there isn't anyone Shen Yu can't save, right? Nan Mochen thought to himself, feeling slightly more at ease.
He looked at Shen Qingyan and pulled her into his arms.
But Shen Qingyan pushed him away, "Mochen, you need treatment."
Nan Mochen's body was blasted by a bomb last night, leaving it both black and torn. The wound on his thigh had fused with the fabric, so black and red that it was hard to tell where the pants ended and the skin began.
There was also a shrapnel-created wound on his neck.
"Mochen, let me help you. Xinxin will feel upset when she wakes up and sees you like this."
"All right."
Nan Mochen agreed.
Not wanting his sister to be sad, he was willing to receive treatment immediately.
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