The soft knocking at the door interrupted the pilot's work. He glanced at Hua Qingyi, pulled out a handgun, and walked towards the door.
"General!" The pilot swiftly opened the door, and a dark shadow fell onto him.
"Brother?" Hearing the pilot's call, Hua Qingyi jumped up from the bed. In the corridor, a tall figure had slumped to the ground, and the pilot was hanging from the doorknob. Hua Qingyi hurried over to support Xiao Lin, carried him over to the bed, and couldn't help but say, "Go get some food, and some wine!"
The pilot understood and left, closing the door behind him.
"Brother!" Hua Qingyi lifted Xiao Lin's hair, the pallor of his face making his heart tighten. He hastily tore open his clothes, the blood-soaked lapel already congealing, and the old wound on his shoulder was severely torn: "Damn it, what on earth happened?"
A hand pushed away his reckless actions, and Xiao Lin turned slightly, his tightly closed eyes opening a crack!
