Mu Qianxun quickly got to Si Mo's side, reaching out to touch his pulse.
Xia Yiwan looked at him in terror.
"He just fainted, don't be scared," Mu Qianxun comforted softly, then ordered the helicopter to speed up.
Panic-stricken, Xia Yiwan held onto Si Mo, not daring to let go.
Soon, the helicopter landed on top of a European-style villa.
A woman dressed in white and black, her long hair blowing in the wind, stood waiting on the rooftop.
Next to her, a tall man with similarly wind-blown hair stood.
Xia Yiwan didn't bother to ask who they were, hurriedly helping Mu Qianxun get Si Mo out of the helicopter.
Si Mo was quickly carried to a transparent room in the basement of the villa.
"This area is sterile; you don't need to come in," Bai Bing said coldly.
Mu Qianxun nodded, pulling Xia Yiwan away.
As they were speaking, the long-haired man had already moved Si Mo onto a table that looked like an operating table.
