Leng Zimo comfortingly held her shoulder, "He was pricked by the venomous fang on the Luo Ke Ring, which has Cobra venom. I just called over, he received the anti-venom serum in ti and is now out of danger, recuperating in the hospital."
Jiao Yang and Luo Xiaoqian both breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Cheang Xiao was alright, yet their backs chilled with unease.
The ring concealing such terrifying snake venom—how cruel and frightening is this Luo Ke!
"Who exactly is he?" Jiao Yang asked gravely.
It’s impossible for an ordinary person to wear such a ring, and in his brief interactions with Luo Ke, Jiao Yang could sense the dangerous aura emanating from him, like that of a King Cobra, sending chills down your spine.
"His code na is Cobra; he’s a leader of a spy organization." Leng Zimo shrugged. "That’s all I can tell you."
Jiao Yang nodded in understanding and suddenly sat up. "Right, your injury, have you taken care of it?!"
Upon hearing that Leng Zimo was injured, Luo Xiaoqian imdiately turned to him with concern. "Where were you hurt?"
"There’s just so minor surface wounds on my back, I’ve already taken care of them." Leng Zimo spoke in a relaxed tone.
Luo Xiaoqian was not about to believe him. She imdiately removed his jacket and turned his shirt to carefully check, seeing the bandage adhering to his back. She cautiously peered at the wounds beneath the bandage, eased up sowhat, but still feeling worried, her brow furrowed with concern as she carefully put his shirt back in place.
Leng Zimo just looked at her and smiled, raising his hand to gently stroke her face, "It’s alright, just a scrape, it’ll heal quickly."
The shirt had a bullet hole and visible blood stains. How could it just be "a scrape"?
That spot was right at the center of the back. If the bullet had really gone in, the situation would have been dire, which explains why he bizarrely said "really miss you" to her at the ti. The situation must have been extrely dangerous.
Luo Xiaoqian, thinking about the perilous mont, felt a rush of fear and reached out to tightly hug him.
Leng Zimo raised his arm to hold her, his hand gently stroking her hair, comforting her in a tender, child-reassuring tone.
"It’s alright, all past now... really fine... I was wearing a bulletproof vest then..."
Ah Jiu and the others were long used to this, unfazed. Jiao Yang leaned against the headboard, watching the two, wanting to tease but staying silent.
Feeling her trembling shoulders, Leng Zimo just felt heartache, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Jiao Yang’s here, not good like this!"
Upon hearing Jiao Yang’s na, Luo Xiaoqian hurried to control her emotions, rubbed against his clothes, then stood up, turning to Jiao Yang with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, Jiao Yang, I... lost a bit control!"
"It’s okay." Jiao Yang shrugged, "It’s late, you two should leave early; I’m a bit tired, I’ll rest early too."
Leng Zimo stepped forward and extended his hand, "Pleasure working with you!"
"Pleasure working with you!" Jiao Yang also reached out his hand to shake it.
Luo Xiaoqian also approached the two. "Well, have a good rest. We’ll visit you Tomorrow."
Leaving Jiao Yang’s room, the two visited Mo Bei before finally leaving the hospital.
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