Feng Wuya was fortunate that when he saw Long Xinghe injured and fallen, his first instinct was to bring her back, rather than chase after the assassin.
If not for that, according to Chu Qianli, even a delay of half a cup of tea would have meant Long Xinghe's life could not have been saved.
The rescue operation lasted for over two hours, from before dawn until almost noon.
For as long as Chu Qianli was busy inside, Feng Wuya remained outside, keeping watch.
Finally, Chu Qianli softly called out, "Wu Ya, she wants to see you. Come in."
She was actually conscious!
Feng Wuya strode in quickly. Upon meeting Long Xinghe's lusterless gaze, his heart ached.
He hadn't heard Long Xinghe speak at all, and he had thought she had already fainted.
"I... I'm fine," Long Xinghe said, looking at him. She tried to pull at the corners of her lips. "Don't... worry, I'll wake up soon..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and fainted.
Feng Wuya was terrified: "Xinghe!"
"She's fine!" Chu Qianli tugged at his sleeve, pulling him away from the bedside.
"She's really fine, just exhausted and fainted from dehydration."
"But she just..."
"It was precisely because she wanted to say a few words to you and put your mind at ease that she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay conscious, waiting until she finished speaking with you before fainting."
Senior Sister was indeed Senior Sister. Chu Qianli herself felt inferior to such willpower.
In terms of enduring hardship and bearing pain, she truly was no match for Long Xinghe.
Long Xinghe had been trained in endurance since childhood.
However, to be able to endure to this extent was truly a miracle.
Chu Qianli was organizing the IV drip and said gently, "Don't worry, she's fine. After another two days of rest, she'll be as energetic as ever."
"A'li..." Feng Wuya's gaze remained fixed on Long Xinghe.
He wasn't accustomed to sharing his feelings with others, but A'li was an exception.
"Last night, when I saw her poisoned, my... heart ached."
"Of course, you have feelings for her. Do you need me to tell you this?" Chu Qianli almost rolled her eyes at him.
Was he really that oblivious?
He hadn't seen her frantic shouting in the early hours of the morning. If he had, he would have been scared even of himself.
Long Xinghe's injury had brought this ethereal and beautiful man crashing back down to earth, making him more grounded.
Feng Wuya said nothing, merely gazing quietly at the unconscious woman on the bed.
"But speaking of which, her current appearance... well, it's really a bit hard to stomach. You still like her..."
"She is the strongest girl I have ever met."
Feng Wuya sat by the bed, took the warm towel handed to him by Chu Qianli, and carefully wiped the bloodstains from Long Xinghe's neck.
"Perhaps she isn't as capable as you, perhaps she doesn't have your great wisdom and strategy, but she is absolutely the most formidable general."
"I don't deny that," Chu Qianli also looked at Long Xinghe.
In fact, when they worked together in the twenty-first century, it was always Senior Sister who led the charge for the plans she devised.
Senior Sister was her most formidable vanguard general.
Her bravery was unmatched.
"So, you like this type," Chu Qianli couldn't help but smile. "That's good. She's also the most suitable girl I've seen for you."
Feng Wuya remained silent. After wiping Long Xinghe's neck, he began to wipe her face.
But after only a moment, he noticed something was not quite right.
"A'li, her... her face... how did it become like this?"