Li Qian, who was left behind, had no choice but to follow.
Jianxiong had been hanging around the clinic lately, knowing that a great battle was about to come, yet he still liked to flock there every day.
Li He chatted with him as if they were brothers, sharing quite a few common topics.
"Jianxiong! Get the hell out of the way!" Zhao Changsheng burst into the clinic, knocking Jianxiong aside, and placed Su Mo on the bed.
"What the... sister!" Jianxiong was shocked and hurriedly leaned over the bed, "What happened? Is your chest hurting again?"
Li He pushed him away, "Step aside, I'll handle this."
He stood by the bed and looked at the person whose face had turned pale with pain. He immediately gathered a ball of light in his hand and covered Su Mo's chest with it.
