The man's voice was patient and gentle in a way that Feng Ling had never heard before. She assumed she had heard him wrongly when, suddenly, he placed two folded jackets behind her back to ease her posture. His movements were unbelievably natural.
Feng Ling was flabbergasted as she stared at him, yet Li Nanheng appeared completely composed. "What are you looking at? The base's treatment of injured members has always been this humane. You're already injured. I can't possibly continue torturing you."
Feng Ling: "…"
Boss, would it kill you to say something nice?
Or is it that you'll keel over and die if you perform too many kind gestures?
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The helicopter arrived at the largest hospital in Central Los Angeles.
