Feng Qingxue immediately set down her enamel jar and went to greet him, "Comrade Lan, what brings you here?"
Unsure of Lan Tianming's intentions, Feng Qingxue felt a sudden panick, which was reflected on her face.
It shouldn't be about Xibao, she told herself, remembering that Xibao was currently in Vice-commander Zhao's office, having a good time.
Chen Lin recognized the bodyguard beside Wang Xinsheng, an individual usually hard to reach. She waved off her comrade who had been demonstrating first aid on her, sat up, smoothly getting off her hospital bed, and turned her gaze toward Lan Tianming.
Lan Tianming wiped the sweat from his face and smiled, "It's good news, don't worry."
Upon hearing the news was good, Feng Qingxue felt a wave of relief.
"Does the old marshal have something for you to notify me about, Comrade Lan?" Feng Qingxue asked playfully. Apart from Wang Xinsheng, she couldn't think of anyone else who could order Lan Tianming around.