Hearing the sound, Shen Qifeng put away his phone. "I'm heading over now."
He quickly walked past Jiang Yi, but she caught the sleeve of his coat.
"What is it?" Shen Qifeng's face was cold, his voice wrapped in ice.
"Are you, okay?" Jiang Yi hesitated to ask.
"I'm fine; no need for your concern."
Shen Qifeng pulled back his sleeve and left without looking back.
At this moment, Jiang Yi sat in her wheelchair, watching the direction Shen Qifeng left in, her lips curving into a bitter smile.
She knew Shen Qifeng was angry, but if she had to choose again, she would make the same decision.
Night was falling.
The medical team's camp showed no signs of anyone resting.
Here, every second was spent wrestling with the Grim Reaper; no one dared let their guard down.
It was only deep into the night when the rescue workers ahead gradually stopped their labor that they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Shen Qifeng took off his mask and let out a long breath.
