Those with strong strength and endurance will at least frown.

This is also the first time Yan Tianxing has seen people like Mo Shangyun acting as if his body is not his own or feeling no pain.

It is tolerable.

But they don’t know that only children who can cry will get milk.

A few moments.

Yan Tianxing tilted his head and looked at the two men who were put on the stretcher for rescue.

Even the military doctors had no objection to the ten minutes of delay here because——

The lives of these two people were not in danger in the short term.

Although the injury was serious, no vital parts were injured. At most, there were multiple scars and excessive blood loss. There were no other major problems.

In other words, when Mo Shangyun attacked in the later stage, although she was ruthless enough, she did not go for their weak points. Instead, she started her attack, and when the two of them were relatively clear-headed, they both managed to fend it off.

He must have suddenly calmed down in the middle of the fight and changed his mind about getting rid of them.

However, Yan Tianxing has no way of knowing how Mo Shangyun's psychology has changed.

He couldn't ask, and neither could anyone else.

*

Half an hour later.

The helicopter parked on the top floor of the military hospital.

I heard that there were three injured people, and the hospital prepared three stretchers, but the two men were carried down, while Mo Shangjun walked down.

She calmly got off the helicopter with injuries all over her body, and then calmly followed the doctor into the hospital building. It took her an hour to treat all other injuries on her body, and then she was assigned to a single room.

Hang on.

Mo Shangyun is boring.

I was even bored enough to count the leaves visible outside the window.

The ward she was in was on the third floor. Through the narrow window, she could barely see half of the sky, a building, and branches slantingly blocking half of the window.

There is a row of camphor trees planted downstairs, with lush leaves. The soft sunlight outside shines on the gray-green leaves, making them shine brightly. The light refracts in, which is quite dazzling.

She looked out the window from various angles. At different angles, the number of leaves in her field of vision was also different.

Stare at it intently for a few times, then close your eyes and recall the number of leaves you saw.

The number of words is close, but there are always errors.

So, I tried again and again and failed again and again.

After trying until his eyes were a little tired, Mo Shangyun frankly admitted that the task was a bit difficult. He lazily looked away, yawned, and returned to the bed with the bottle, intending to sleep for two hours.

After all, her body is not made of iron. No matter how capable she is, she still needs to rest.

However——

Yan Tianxing came in at this time.

With a "knock" sound, he knocked on the door and pushed it open directly.

At that time, Mo Shangjun was standing by the bed hanging medicine bottles. She injured her right hand and left arm. Her right hand was wrapped in a bandage like a rice dumpling. There was a needle inserted into the back of her left hand to hang an IV drip. At this moment, she was using a bandage like a rice dumpling.

He held the medicine bottle in his right hand and hung it up, his movements unambiguous.

Yan Tianxing glanced inside and was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, I really hoped it was an illusion.

She was so injured and still so capable, why not just kill her?

However, Mo Shangyun calmly looked at him and hung up the medicine bottle. Then he sat down on the bed slowly, lifted his legs, took off his slippers, and lay down on the bed.

"What's up?"

She leaned against the pillow behind her and asked him lazily.

Yan Tianxing walked into the door and closed it smoothly.

"They will take you away in the afternoon."

"oh."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, which was as she expected.

Yan Tianxing came over and put the porridge in his hand on the bed table next to him, "Drink the porridge first."

"I'm not hungry." Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids.

She doesn't feel hungry and has no intention of eating.

"Just asking once, do you want to eat?"

Yan Tianxing had a sullen face and was too lazy to talk to her.

"Hello?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, somewhat irritated.

Yan Tianxing lowered his eyes and stared at her.

They marched in the field during the day, formulated a comprehensive attack plan for the company in the evening, and drove through the middle of the night, killing two mercenaries.

Everything came together, but she completed it perfectly and managed to survive, leaving herself scarred.

However, you still have to keep that momentum and publicity, and you can't relax when you rest.

After a long period of high tension, ordinary people will definitely feel exhausted when they reach such a relaxed and safe environment, and they are not afraid of exposing their weaknesses and weak spots.

Only this woman's nerves were still very tense. She never relaxed from the beginning to the end.

Her brows were lightly furrowed, a little impatient, which added a bit of vividness to her overly delicate face. There was a wound on her forehead, which was covered with a band-aid. The other scratches were simply disinfected and exposed to the air.

Even if it is injured, it is still eye-catching.

"OK."

He looked away calmly, Yan Tianxing playfully hooked his lower lip, and responded patiently.

She only had two hands, one hand was hung with an intravenous drip, and the other hand was turned into a rice dumpling. I originally wanted to force-fed her food.

Since she took the initiative, it would be better to be gentler.

Taking out the porridge bowl, Yan Tianxing fed her with a spoon. He specially let each spoonful of porridge cool before feeding it to her mouth.

However, at first glance, he had never served anyone before, and his movements were very stiff.

Mo Shangjun finished eating indifferently.

Since he was condescending to feed her, she didn't tell him that it was not only hot but also not tasty at all.

Anyway... let's just make do with it, not just once or twice.

Yan Tianxing packed up the dishes and chopsticks and did not throw them into the room. He specially carried them out and threw them into the trash can in the corridor.

Not long after, he came back again.

"Get some sleep." Yan Tianxing closed the door and walked closer.

Mo Shangjun looked out the window, "Can't sleep."

My eyelids are heavy, tired, and sleepy. However, this matter is not over, and it is difficult to fall asleep no matter how sleepy I am. It is better to just wait.

"Lie down."

With a slight eyebrow raised, Yan Tianxing opened up the quilt and made half of the bed available for her.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at him.

The two looked at each other without any strong emotions, but they remained in a stalemate for a moment.

After a while, Mo Shangjun gave in and lay down silently.

Yan Tianxing helped her cover her with the quilt.

"Close your eyes." Yan Tianxing used a command tone.

Mo Shangyun's eyes widened, but before she could see the person clearly, Yan Tianxing's hand stretched out and covered her eyes.

The hand was very cold, and the palm was a little rough. It was itchy and uncomfortable when it rubbed against her eyebrows, but the movements were so gentle that Mo Shangjun could not resist for a moment.

Later, she heard his magnetic voice, which was somewhat gentle, "I'll accompany you."
Chapter completed!