Intensive Care Unit.
When Jieerk walked into the Intensive Care Unit and saw Jierfa, Jierfa was already on the brink of death. His pale face had no trace of color, his expression was very grim, and he was in great pain.
Jieerk didn't speak. He picked up a fruit knife and a half-peeled apple from the side and walked to Jierfa's side.
"I'll peel you an apple."
This was the first thing Jieerk said.
"No need, it's too hard."
Jierfa smiled, tears falling from his eyes mixed with deep red bloodstains, a truly horrifying sight.
"Alright then."
Jieerk nodded and put the fruit knife aside.
"After I die, Lan Country's H Company will be entirely in your hands to manage."
Jierfa let out a bitter laugh, his body growing weaker and weaker. He knew he was nearing death.
"Uh-huh."
Jieerk didn't cry, remaining calm as he nodded.
"If possible, I hope you marry Jie'er Lan."
Jierfa looked at Jieerk, whose expression was extremely calm, and said flatly.
"Yes, I will."
