"Cough..."
In the midst of Lin Chen and the other's conversation, a light cough sounded from beside the bed. Lin Chen turned his head to look back, only to see Sun Tianming dry-coughing as he struggled to sit up in bed.
"It's really embarrassing, having to be saved by you every time."
Though he didn't know what had happened, sitting there unharmed, Sun Tianming knew that the crisis was now over.
"You two chat first, I'll go find Lin Wan'er." Chen Jie smiled at Sun Tianming, then gracefully walked out.
"How are you feeling, Brother Sun?" Lin Chen asked with concern.
"Not bad, not dead." He covered his mouth as he dry-coughed, though his body was somewhat weak, his spirit seemed much better.
"Phew... that's good." Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
"But what about you? That Zhou Han is no easy opponent."
Sun Tianming continued to ask. When speaking of Zhou Han, he gritted his teeth tightly, a trace of resentment appearing on his face.
"He's dead." Lin Chen responded flatly.
