“Old Yan, are you alright?”Wang Ye helped the injured Yan Hui out of the infirmary. When he saw the wound on his chest that had just been given a title, he felt lucky. If it had been a little deeper.., it would have been over with just a stitch.
“I’m fine... It’s just a superficial wound!”Old Yan said as he took out the flat wine flask that he had used to store old white wine from the bag.
“Drink it after you’ve recovered...”Wang Ye frowned and grabbed the wine jug.
Old Yan rolled his eyes and sighed. “We’ve been doing this for so many years, but we’re still not used to those monsters who aren’t afraid of bullets... What do you think is the purpose of our existence in the face of these extraordinaires?”
Wang ye said, “To receive intelligence, to explore our vision, and to be cannon fodder when necessary...”
After a moment of silence, old Yan said faintly, “I want to hear your comfort... Not the truth...”
Wang Ye turned his head away. “I even want someone to comfort me...”
