"I'll handle the helicopter, and if that's really not possible, we'll use something else as a substitute." Ye Feng wasn't about to let Liu Yajing deal with such a big problem—it would be too much for her.
"Then there should be no problem, I've got everything else covered, and I can do it very discreetly." Since Ye Feng could handle the helicopter, Yajing naturally had no trouble managing the rest, and she could do it very secretly without repeating the mistakes of this time.
"Okay, let me help you apply something, then get up and have some soup, I've made soup for you." Noticing that Liu Yajing's emotions had stabilized, Ye Feng let go of her, grabbed a cup, and poured the pre-prepared spring water into it.
"What is this?" Seeing Ye Feng apparently pouring water but insisting it was medicine, Liu Yajing asked with some confusion.
"Whether your wound will heal depends on this—it's truly magical," Ye Feng said with a smile, gently explaining.
