"You're awake, Xingfeng? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Lin Ruonan sat up straight, her eyes bright as she looked at Mu Xingfeng, unable to hide her joy.
Mu Xingfeng didn't speak, but looked at his hand that was still being held.
Lin Ruonan then realized that she had been holding his hand all this time without letting go. She awkwardly withdrew her hand and tidied the strands of hair near her ear.
"I'll go call the doctor."
She had admired Mu Xingfeng for so many years. How could she not know about his habits? He had a mild case of germaphobia; if it weren't for the mission, he wouldn't like women getting too close to him.
The doctor came to check and the results were very good. Mu Xingfeng's various indicators had returned to normal. Even the director couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of Young Master Mu. If it were an average person, with the bullet so close to the heart and delayed for so long, they probably wouldn't have survived."
