Vice Officer Li was speechless.
"Leave," Feng Yueming's gaze locked back onto Mi Yao.
As Vice Officer Li looked at the man, he noticed that since entering the hospital room, he hadn't changed his position at all. His clothes were disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. This man, standing at the pinnacle of power and known as Iron Blood, now looked haggard and worn.
Could he look haggard too?
He was, after all, the War God of Country Z!
Right, nobody knew what he wanted. Perhaps, all he needed was... this girl on the bed...
If this girl was gone, what would the world matter to him?
Vice Officer Li walked out.
...
Feng Yueming kept his vigil by the bedside, having pushed all his work aside... He turned a deaf ear to everything else, simply staying in this hospital room of less than twenty square meters.
Hua Nongying had come a few times, shaking her head repeatedly because 48 hours were almost up, yet there was no sign of the girl waking up.
