"Hold on, just hold on," He Caixia said, clutching her chest as if to steady her thumping heart.
Xu Qianli took a long breath.
That day, he had risked his life driving a truck to the breach, but upon arrival, he fainted due to extreme exhaustion and wound infection caused by rain, oblivious to the specific situation at Qinglong Waist.
Now, knowing that Qinglong Waist was safe, the farmland and homes were preserved, he could finally rest easy.
Ge Pingping wiped her tears and came over.
"Xu Qianli, you bastard, you almost died from sickness, and the first thing you do upon waking up is to worry about Qingshan Town? Do you even care about yourself?"
"You were already injured and hadn't fully recovered, then you braved the rain and rushed to Qingshan Town, risking your life and ending up with a severe illness. The doctor issued several critical condition notices, saying you were close to dying; you scared us to death."
