"Real or fake?" Fable's voice was weak, but he had stopped propping himself up. He chose to save a little strength, and now with Little Drilling Wind's help, he didn't have to challenge his body's limits from a desperate stance anymore.
"Real." Little Drilling Wind stepped forward, lifted Qian Cangyi onto his back, then helped Fable up.
The two of them slowly walked toward the passage between the outpatient building and the Inpatient Building. At the Entrance of the Inpatient Building, several medical staff and police officers were discussing strategies. The gunshots from the outpatient building had caught their attention, but the fact was, the officers who chased after the sound still had not responded to this very minute.
