When she woke up, it was already the next day. Luo Ying felt sore all over. Wen Yu was nursing her.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Luo Ying looked at Wen Yu and asked, "Where's Lu Zhao?"
The last thing she remembered was Lu Zhao shielding her from gunshots. The faint smell of blood and dust still lingered at the tip of her nose.
Luo Ying quickly sat up and grabbed Wen Yu's hand. "How is Lu Zhao now?"
"Mr. Lu is fine. He was just grazed. He only suffered some superficial injuries." Wen Yu took a glass of water from the bedside table and handed it to Luo Ying. "Drink some water. You need to rest well now. You must have been poisoned by some kind of gas."
"Gas?" Luo Ying was puzzled.
Wen Yu nodded. She used to study medicine. Under Old Master Lu's training, she could be said to be the best drugmaker in the city.
This poison was a colorless and odorless gas. If it was released into the air, it would not be detected at all.