In the next moment, just as he was about to move, a downward force pulled him back to reality.
All his consciousness gushed into his mind, and He Zhichu was completely awake.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was pitch black, and it seemed that he was wearing a mask.
Oxygen poured into his mask continuously, and his spirit gradually recovered.
While he was slowly awakening, Xie Qingying had already changed out of her hospital gown. She was talking to He Chengjian outside the vacuum ward.
"General He, I'd like to ask you for a favor." Xie Qingying said softly.
She was still wearing her tailored Dior mauve cashmere dress. Her figure was slender, and her actions were graceful.
He Chengjian admired Xie Qingying's demeanor and told her gently, "General He sounds so distant. I'm a family friend, so you can call me 'Uncle He' instead. I can afford that greeting."