"Oh, forget about that for a second! What happened to him? What did they say on the phone?"
"Don't panic. Anxun got a little banged up on a mission. He's at the military hospital now, getting treated…"
Before the sentence was finished, Shanshan turned and ran out the door.
She quickly hailed a taxi and sped toward the hospital like the wind.
The moment she burst into the hospital room, she immediately spotted the pale-faced man lying on the bed.
"Anxun! How are you?"
She instinctively raised her hand, about to cast a Spell to heal him. Just as Spiritual Power began to coalesce in her palm, she realized—the wound wasn't actually serious.
"You…"
"What about me?"
Ling Anxun just watched her quietly. Shanshan's heart ached with anxiety, and her emotions instantly spiraled out of control. The words tumbled out:
"Uncle Xiao Zhou clearly said this mission wasn't dangerous at all! With your skills, how could you possibly get hurt?"
