"Cough, cough."
Amidst the swirling dust, a series of dry coughs broke the silence. Qin Lin, his clothes tattered and skin scorched black, finally opened his heavy eyes.
"Brother Qin, you're really not dead!" Hearing Qin Lin's cough, Fatty Qi was overjoyed. "The ambulance is almost here. Are you hurt anywhere? Tell me, and I'll have them be gentle with you."
"I'm fine." Now fully conscious, Qin Lin let out a long breath. "Don't worry."
"Good, that's good." Hearing Qin Lin's words, Fatty Qi finally relaxed and immediately ordered Song Li, Song Tao, and the others to clear the debris faster.
After clearing enough space for someone to pass through, Qin Lin looked down at Su Qian, whom he had shielded with his body. "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere? I'll get you out of here for treatment right now."
"Cough, cough." Just then, a gentle stream of Inner Strength from Qin Lin revived her. Su Qian awoke with a cough, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Thank you, but I..."
