Half an hour later, Li Nanchen woke up.
Wu Mei looked up and threw two portions of field ration over. "Your physical fitness is not bad," she said softly.
"Thank you."
Li Nanchen tore open the packaging and realized that the bandage around his waist had been changed again. He pursed his thin lips and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Ordinary people who got shot would have to stay in bed for three to four months.
However, Li Nanchen did not have the time or energy to recuperate. He had to return to the Li Corporation's branch company at the border as soon as possible to stabilize the situation.
Sensing Wu Mei's curious gaze, he picked up the thermos on the bedside table and took two sips of water to moisten his throat.
His gaze seemed to have hooks in them.
Wu Mei gritted her teeth. She could tell that Li Nanchen was intentionally teasing her and did not say anything.
