A drop of sweat slid down Zhang Fengmo's forehead in a coma, and dripped on the pillow with some reluctance. Zhang Fengmo was sore all over. He was confused and opened a small gap in his eyes. The light outside was a little dazzling. Zhang Fengmo called out a angrily, his throat was a little astringent. He frowned, and his eyes were dispersed and unswervingly adapted to the light in the room. He began to learn to focus like a baby. Finally, he saw where he was. He saw Long Junchen, who was sitting next to him, closing his eyes and resting on the bed.

"Awaken?" Long Junchen's spirit was much better than when he was injured just now. His face returned to his usual blood color. His vague gentle smile was always so reassuring. Although he was still wrapped in bandages and was a little inconvenient to move, it was indeed much better than Zhang Fengmo.

Zhang Fengmo turned his head with some difficulty, struggling to climb out of the bed to salute, but was stopped by Long Junchen waved his hand. He smiled and said, "You are so injured, it's important to recover from injuries. Don't worry about those pedantic rules and etiquette."

The Grand Commander was still as casual as ever, and as always, he did not take MI6 seriously. Zhang Fengmo smiled bitterly. If Director Liu heard Long Junchen use the word "pedantic" to describe the strict hierarchical order of MI6, that guy would probably directly lock Long Junchen up for three months in confinement.

Zhang Fengmo was indeed weak, so he did not persist. Instead, he lay back on the bed with good deeds. The meridians on his body were so painful that they were pricked. Because of his one-eye, no one liked him, he felt very inferior. Over time, this inferiority complex became sinking into his bones and turned into a nearly paranoid self-esteem. This time, he was really upset and felt that all this had something to do with his lack of ability. He coughed twice and said to Long Junchen sincerely with apology: "Grandmaster, I'm sorry, my subordinates are incompetent, no..."

Long Junchen waved his hand, ignored Zhang Fengmo's words of apologizing, and said without any fluctuation: "It's okay, it's not your fault. The opponents we met this time are much cunning and too strong. With your ability to fight head-on, it has nothing to do with you. I can only say that we are a little unlucky this time and are in big trouble."

Zhang Fengmo was silent, knowing that what the governor said was true. He lowered his head silently and said nothing more, and the room fell into silence again.

At this time, Ning Feng'er entered the room from outside, holding the medicine soup in his hand. Zhang Fengmo half-squinted his eyes and his breath gradually calmed down. He wanted to say hello to Ning Feng'er, but he didn't have the strength to move a trace. There was no pain in his body and empty. He felt his weak body in vain, forcibly raising his mind, his mouth opened, but a buzzing sound in his mind, and he fainted again.

Ning Feng'er frowned when she saw this scene. She was about to go forward to take a look, but Long Junchen beside her waved her hand, "It's okay, you have prepared medicine for him according to my prescription. After taking it, you will have the sequelae of drowsiness. Wait until he goes to bed, there will be no problem. Thank you so much this time."
Chapter completed!