He Xingjue landed hastily beside Xuan Ying and asked anxiously.

"I won't die." Li Ze looked weak and listless.

He Xingjue breathed a sigh of relief. He got out of his mecha and carried the medical pod out as well. Then he knocked on Xuan Ying's hatch and asked, "Can you get out by yourself?"

Li Ze struggled to get up from the pilot's seat, grabbed the inner wall of the mecha, and walked to the hatch. As soon as the hatch opened, he fell uncontrollably downwards.

He Xingjue, who was below, was startled and quickly caught the person. Holding the light body, He Xingjue frowned deeply. "Why are you still so thin?"

Li Ze glared at him, too exhausted to even speak.

"Why is your face so pale!" He Xingjue frowned even more deeply. Without saying a word, he took off Li Ze's shoes and coat, and put him into the treatment pod.

At this moment, others gathered around. "Are you injured? Is it serious? We have a doctor here, should we call them over to take a look?"

“No need,” He Xingjue refused. “He’s probably exhausted his energy, and the doctor can’t help him.”

The others looked down at Li Ze in the treatment pod; he certainly didn't look like he had any external injuries.

"Alright, please take Mr. Li Ze back to rest first, and leave the follow-up work to us."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." He Xingjue picked up the treatment pod and strode towards the hotel.

The hotel is right next door, and it's very convenient to walk there.

Watching He Xing leave with such ease and confidence, someone sighed, "The stamina of a 3S-level Sentinel is truly impressive."