The smell of disinfectant permeates the air; this is the rehabilitation area specially designated by the Border Guard Army.
Members of Shikong and Liu Hanyan's teams, along with Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan, are temporarily residing here.
Fortunes are always in flux.
In the past, it was always Fang Qingyu who was hospitalized.
This time, it's their turn to lie in the wards.
Fang Qingyu pushed open the door of the first ward.
Inside, there's only Shikong.
His iconic coarse wig has long been removed, revealing a smooth bald head, and the waxy complexion for disguise on his face has been washed clean, showing a delicate outline.
Sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, he was regulating his breathing with eyes closed. Upon hearing the door open, he slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw it was Fang Qingyu, a genuine hint of joy flashed in Shikong's eyes. But immediately, this joy was replaced by a deeply complex emotion...
Shock, reverence, and an indescribable... sense of loss.
