As he was reporting the measurements, Zhui Ming on the other side was already dumbfounded.
Could there be a Nine-Star Convergence tonight? Had the boss been transported through time and space? Why did his voice sound so eerie? He asked Leng Xue to prepare for emergency first aid and then asked her to prepare women's clothes?
Zhui Ming's girlish heart, once again, shattered.
However, even with a broken heart, she didn't delay in quickly notifying the best Royal Military Doctor of the ZMI Military Intelligence Agency—Jian Lian, code name 'Leng Xue'.
Emperor Quan had seen many patients and injured people, but he had never seen anyone who faints and remains unconscious from a light bump on the head. Holding her waist with one hand, he drove ONE—77 at high speed with one hand. The injured woman in his arms would occasionally groan uncomfortably, murmur as if dreaming, and her head, not fully conscious, rubbed against his leg.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, try moving again?"
