Of course, this was no longer a strange thing to Zhuang Jie. It was a sad and tragic thing!
Fortunately, the place where they trained today was not far from the camp. Luo Fei ran with Zhuang Jie in his arms. His hands were already weak and numb when he put Zhuang Jie on the stretcher bed.
Even a strong man like Luo Fei, who trained daily, could not carry such a living person. After coming down from the mountain, he did not have any reaction. He was mighty, but he wasn't some superhuman.
As he watched the two doctors carry Zhuang Jie into the tent, Luo Fei heaved an imperceptible sigh of relief. He looked at the blood stains on his chest and clothes, as well as Ye Xin's hands that were covered in blood, and his heart sank.
