"All right, all right! It will definitely be fine!" Duan Jingning was overjoyed in his heart, gratefully looking at the member of the Xinsheng Army, repeatedly expressing his thanks.
Since Peng Shaohe hadn't woken up yet, considering the noise in the ward, An Yiqing asked Ruan Xue, Xia Hao, and the others to wait outside. She and Duan Jingning walked into the ward.
It was very quiet inside the ward. On the single bed, Peng Shaohe lay there quietly with his eyes closed. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was very pale, and in just one night, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight and looked particularly haggard.
Beside the bed, there was a single sofa. Peng Ze was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. The sofa was small, and although Peng Ze was small in stature, it was still uncomfortable to squeeze in it. His complexion was also not good, with chapped, dry lips and faint dark circles under his eyes. Clearly, this poor child hadn't slept well all night.
