As his consciousness became clear, it was accompanied by overwhelming pain directly striking his heart.
It was almost unbearable for him, nearly causing him to faint again.
"Third Young Master?"
"How are you feeling?"
Qing Yi looked at Jun Moyan, who hadn't reacted for a long time, anxious beyond measure.
Jun Moyan briefly closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was once more the aloof and fearsome military arms dealer, the Third Young Master Jun.
Jun Moyan struggled to sit up, but found himself powerless, his bones feeling limp, and his head dizzy and aching.
Even attempting to get up was laborious.
Qing Yi hurriedly reached out to help him sit up.
Only then did he successfully sit up.
"Third Young Master, how are you feeling now? Is there anywhere still uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor over immediately."
"...No need."
