At that moment, he just stood at the entrance of the hospital room, unwilling to leave.
"Why aren't you going? What are you doing here?" Bo Fengheng glared at him coldly.
A dumb fool with no sense of situation.
"To protect you..." Ye Ying, naive and sincere, wanted to stay close at all times.
"Do I need your protection? Besides, with so many people here, are you still afraid they'll bomb us again?" Bo Fengheng sneered, angrily throwing the iPad in his hand, "Get out..."
"..." Ye Ying clumsily caught the iPad and said woodenly, "Then I'm leaving..."
Bo Fengheng, for some reason, felt a surge of rage that seemed to burn up to his brain.
"Go get a wheelchair. I want to go back and rest. What a crappy hospital room..." Bo Fengheng, disregarding his injuries, turned over to get up.
Blocked by Shen Yifei, he had no obvious internal injuries from the emergency dive onto the floor. It was the glass pressed into his flesh and the unhealed gunshot wound from before...
