Jiang Yao gazed at the unconscious patient on the bed next to Chen Zhibin. Her hair was as white as snow and her face was wrinkled, with wires and tubes were scattered all over her body. If she hadn't heard Lu Xingzhi earlier, she would have thought the patient was Chen Zhibin's grandmother.
Jiang Yao observed the men's standoff closely. Lu Xingzhi was a sergeant whose base was in Jindo, a city far away from Nanjiang City. If a comrade's mother fell ill, under normal circumstances, the army would not have sent a sergeant to visit his comrade's relative.
Moreover, it seemed that Lu Xingzhi had rushed here in a hurry.
There must be a reason behind all this.