"Let's go, check it out!"
Gong Qingyong led everyone to the ambulance.
Zhuang Feng was lying on the bed inside the vehicle, allowing nurses and doctors to treat his head wound.
"Zhuang Feng, what did the doctor say?"
"It's nothing, just a mild concussion. A bit of bed rest and I'll be fine."
Hearing the commotion, he slowly propped himself up from the bed, spoke softly, and finally turned his gaze to Gu Ji, "Sorry, I shouldn't have been so reckless back then. If you hadn't stopped me in time, we would have already..."
At this point, Zhuang Feng lowered his head in shame, unable to face everyone any longer.
After all, if it weren't for Gu Ji seizing the steering wheel in time, letting the car crash into the wall and stop, he would have already led everyone into the core of the explosion, perishing on the spot.
"You did it for the mission too."
Gu Ji replied warmly.
He actually understood Zhuang Feng very well.
