Lian Xiao already disliked Li Xingzhou, and seeing her like this instantly aroused his protective instincts.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and grabbed Li Xingzhou by the collar, the force so strong that Li Xingzhou staggered.

"Did you hear me? Xinghe doesn't want to see you, so get out of here!"

Li Xingzhou pursed his lips. Xu Xinghe's resistance to him was getting stronger and stronger.

"Xinghe, I'm really worried about you, don't be sad..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lian Xiao forcibly dragged her to the other end of the corridor.

The sound quickly disappeared, and the two figures vanished at the end of the corridor.

Xu Xinghe finally felt a little better, as if the air was fresher. She looked at Zhao Feng and said softly, "Thank you."

Zhao Feng's gaze fell on the blue handkerchief that Lian Xiao had discarded on the ground. He bent down, picked it up, dusted it off, and casually stuffed it into his pocket, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the still damp fabric.

Those were tears shed by a woman.

It seemed like he was experiencing sadness for the first time.

He looked up at Xu Xinghe and said calmly, "You're welcome."

Not long after, Lian Xiao returned and sat on the other side of Xu Xinghe.

The lights in the emergency room were still on, and the corridor had returned to its previous quiet, with only the sound of everyone breathing.

Inside the operating room.

After the dean finished disinfecting Jiang Linchuan's wound, he opened the small bottle.

A rich yet non-pungent medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air. Even just taking a breath made one feel refreshed and their eyes brighter than ever before.

He couldn't resist taking a closer sniff and immediately decided to use it. "This is good medicine. I'll apply it to the wound in a bit."

A full hour.

It wasn't until Jiang Linchuan's body, with all the wounds and shrapnel, were finally cleaned up.

The dean personally prepared the ointment and applied it to his wound.

The cream is absorbed very quickly, as if it turns into water and seeps into the skin in the blink of an eye.

"Now we'll see if Commander Jiang can pull through on his own."

"Squeak—"

The operating room door opened.

Upon hearing the commotion, Xu Xinghe immediately stood up and staggered forward.

The dean stepped forward first. "It seems that Commander Jiang is out of danger. Now we just need to see when he will wake up."

Xu Xinghe's voice trembled, "He should be out of danger? What does that mean? Is he still in danger?"

"Yes." The dean nodded, feeling very distressed. "At present, we can only treat his wounds. As for whether there are any problems with his brain organs, we need to conduct further observation."

"Okay, thank you. Can I go see him now?"

"Yes, but it's best not to make too much noise."

Jiang Linchuan was wheeled into a nearby ward.

Xu Xinghe didn't dare to go in; she just stood outside the door and watched.

She was afraid that once she went inside, she would be unable to stop crying.

She stood outside the ward for a long time until she calmed down before daring to step inside.

Xu Xinghe walked very quietly to the bedside, sat down carefully, and kept her eyes fixed on Jiang Linchuan's face.

He was covered with a white blanket, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and his breathing was weak; only upon close inspection could one notice the rise and fall of his chest.

Xu Xinghe raised her fingertips, wanting to touch his cheek, but in the end, they just hovered in mid-air and did not fall.

Zhao Feng also came in, looked at Jiang Linchuan on the hospital bed, then at her, and after a long while said in a low voice, "It's getting late, you should go back."

“No, I won’t leave. I want to stay here and take care of him until he wakes up.” Xu Xinghe clenched her small hand. “I know my identity is special. If you don’t trust me, then arrange for someone to watch outside the ward. I promise I won’t do anything strange.”

Zhao Feng frowned, about to refuse, but his fingers touched the handkerchief in his pocket.

He walked out of the ward in frustration, went to the end of the corridor, opened the window, and a cold wind rushed in instantly.

He took out a match, but failed to light it several times.

The dean walked over and said, "Lieutenant Zhao, there's something I must tell you. I've discovered something about Commander Jiang."

As he spoke, he took out the half sleeve. "I think it must be something very important, otherwise Commander Jiang wouldn't have kept it in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing it."

Zhao Feng took it, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket. "Okay, I understand."

Jiang Linchuan must have uncovered some important clues this time; he will go and investigate and handle them in a while.

The hospital director also heard the commotion in the ward and said, "Lieutenant Zhao, Commander Jiang is seriously injured this time. Whether he can wake up as soon as possible depends not only on medication but also on his mental support. If there are different people around him talking to him, it might stimulate him to wake up sooner."

Zhao Feng finally lit the cigarette in his hand.

He took a deep drag, and through the swirling smoke, he recalled the pained and distressed look in Xu Xinghe's eyes as she looked at Jiang Linchuan. He made a decision in his heart, "Okay."

Everything that needed to be said was said, and the dean did not linger.

After finishing his cigarette, Zhao Feng stubbed it out and threw it out the window. He then turned and walked into the ward. "Xu Xinghe, I can agree to let you stay. However, I have to stay here too."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, called over a soldier, and had two folding beds brought over.

Soon, the soldiers brought the items.

Two folding beds were placed on either side of Jiang Linchuan's hospital bed.

Xu Xinghe gently grasped Jiang Linchuan's hand. "Thank you."

Zhao Feng didn't say anything more, and strode away from the hospital to sort through the evidence and clues that Jiang Linchuan had risked his life to obtain.

All the evidence brought back today was spread out on the desk.

He took out the half sleeve, pulled out a piece of paper from it. Except for some bloodstains on the edges, the rest of the paper was clean, and every name was clearly visible.

There were also several codebooks nearby, with the edges of the pages curled up badly, clearly indicating that they had been used frequently and were quite old.

There was also a stack of draft telegrams, which, after being deciphered, confirmed that spies were indeed sending secrets abroad.

Zhao Feng quickly scanned the list, then frowned slightly.

“I personally went to interrogate the two people I brought back.”

He went to the interrogation room, where the two survivors of the explosion were sitting.

One of them had his head smashed by Jiang Linchuan with a steel pipe, and now he was wrapped in gauze, looking listless.

As soon as Zhao Feng entered, their expressions changed, and their bodies trembled slightly.

From the moment they became spies, they knew what the consequences would be if their identities were exposed.

Zhao Feng gripped the list, the sound of his military boots grinding against the ground was particularly jarring in the silent interrogation room, sending chills down one's spine.

Do you know about this list?

"I...I don't know."

"I...I don't know either."

Zhao Feng sneered, thinking of Jiang Linchuan's injuries, and kicked the man in the injured knee.

"Ah—!" The man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing.

That wasn't all. He went to another person, reached out and pressed his hand against the wound on the other person's head, applying slight pressure.

"Ouch! Ouch! No!"

Zhao Feng's voice was icy cold, "Jiang Linchuan almost died outside for this little thing, and you two are sitting here so comfortably? You two traitors don't even deserve to die! I'll make you know what it means to wish you were dead!"

You can't treat us like this!

"No?" Zhao Feng looked towards the door. "Did you see anything?"

The soldiers, who already loathed spies, immediately shook their heads. "We didn't see anything."

“Lieutenant Zhao, I only saw you asking questions normally, I didn’t see anything else.”