"I wonder if it's a result of her spiritual power," Lin Jingjing said in a low voice.
Hearing this, Feng He rubbed his chin and thought it over.
'It's certainly possible,' he thought. 'After all, Chief Bei can walk on air.'
'So it's not that surprising for Sister Lin to recover a little faster.'
"Well, that's a good thing, then," Feng He chimed in.
After saying their goodbyes to Beisang, the group left the hospital room. The main headquarters was bustling with people, a lively scene of constant traffic.
The major battle had just ended, so there was still much to do.
On the way back, they ran into Captain Li.
Captain Li was leaning against a tree, the ground at his feet littered with crushed-out cigarette butts.
Captain Li's face was dark. He stood with his arms crossed, hidden in the shadows, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
They wouldn't have even noticed him if he hadn't suddenly called out.
