Yang Changxu wiped the blood from the back of his head, grimacing in pain. Nonetheless, his gaze sharpened for a moment, and then he stated with firm conviction, "…They are just desperate, but at their core, they are still citizens who deserve protection—I'm a soldier. As long as they accept protection, it's my duty to protect them."
His voice was decisive, truly coming from the heart.
He heard the other person laugh softly.
Then, a bottle filled with purple liquid was tossed over to him.
"Go save those you wish to save," Su Ming'an said. "I'll hold down the fort here, you go ahead."
He slightly stepped aside, and sunlight spilled in past him, casting a blanket of glittering light and shadow on the floor.
Yang Changxu stood straight up with a "snap" and saluted him, then hurriedly clutched the bottle and ran toward the isolation chamber.
The substantial cure in his hands would become a dazzling hope for those enclosed there.
