Xia Yunsheng watched his retreating figure, didn't utter a word and hastily pushed open the door to see Mo Sichen.
Mo Sichen was still in bed, about to get up. Xia Yunsheng asked, "Are you alright?"
Mo Sichen glanced at her anxious face, "I'm fine."
"What did he come to see you for?" Xia Yunsheng was curious.
Mo Sichen said, "Nothing much, he is the commander, he knew I was injured and came to visit. There's nothing wrong, is there? Are you worried that he would hurt me? He won't. This is the Presidential Palace!"
Cheng Yanzhi would not do such a thing.
He wouldn't gamble his own life to trade places with Mo Sichen.
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Despite his injuries, Sichen insisted on attending a meeting, not letting anyone see that he had been hurt.
The meeting lasted two hours. He felt so sick in the middle that he almost fainted, but he endured it.
He had always been like this, never complaining despite suffering for work.
He just wanted to do more within his capabilities.
