An Hao's first reaction was that the injured person must be Qin Jian.
He had gone to participate in the military exercise, he was a regiment commander, and his last name was Qin. With these three points combined, An Hao instinctively believed that this person must be Qin Jian.
"What… what's his condition? How did he get injured? How serious is it?" An Hao, gripped by agitation, tightly seized Old Tie's arms, her hands clasping onto him with immense force.
She was too nervous, too worried, and even her voice trembled with unmistakable quivers.
"Are you seriously asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask? That's just how they explained it to me. I came here to find Ji Chuan and casually brought it up in conversation. The army's affairs—they're not going to explain everything to me in detail," Old Tie said, grimacing from the pain. "Please, I'm begging you, let go! Your grip is so strong it's hurting my arms!"
