"Senior gongye, please follow me!"
When gongye yang arrived, Qin bei did not care about the others and quickly invited him to the intensive care unit.
Lei Xiong, who was standing in the hospital corridor, looked embarrassed.
He was the military commander of the North Region, yet Qin bei left without even saying goodbye. Most importantly, he did not dare to show any temper.
"Let's go, what are we still doing here?"
Lei Xiong could only leave resentfully.
In the intensive care unit, the few of them came to Nangong Ming, whose body was full of tubes.
"Senior gongye, how's Nangong's condition?" Qin bei asked worriedly.
"General Qin, don't be anxious. Let me take a look first."
Gongye yang put down the first aid kit calmly and sat by the bed. He stretched out his hand to support Nangong Ming's eyelids and checked his pulse. His expression turned grave immediately.
