Not willing to face reality

When Shen chengjing and Liu Sijie walked in, commander Jiang was lying on the bed in a daze. He was staring at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

Commander Jiang, who had always been self-reliant, had never shed a tear even if he was injured to the point of death.

"Father Jiang." Shen chengjing walked up to him, held his wrist, and called out softly.

It was as if he didn't hear her voice. He didn't even blink!

"Father Jiang! It'll be fine! Perhaps, it was just a coincidence, father Jiang! Can you respond to us?" Liu Sijie called out softly.

Unfortunately, he still didn't move. If it wasn't for the warmth of his body and his weak breathing, they would have thought he was dead.

"Commander! I'll go over and take a look first. If there's anything, I'll contact you. "When the Adjutant heard the doctor say he was fine, he rushed to the scene.