章 153: Butterfly Effect

Khalifa entered the room to see the old general with a tube inserted on his neck, various machines—a lot of which they had just retrieved from the mission—surrounded his bed, barely keeping him alive.

Her abrupt entry surprised the nurses and doctors. However, they were very professional and were only distracted by her beauty for a second, before yelling for her to leave. 

Instead of answering them, she raised her hand and mist formed and emerged from her hand, quickly enveloping the old man.

"What??"

The nurse's noise attracted the soldiers outside and they barged inside the room, hearts raised.

Without exemption, they all gaped as the mist enveloped the general.

"What are you doing?!" A quick-acting soldier raised his voice, gesturing to take out his gun. 

However, cold hands kept his hand and gun in its holster.