"Su Ming, are you alright?"
Celeste asked in terror.
Su Ming didn't answer Celeste; instead, he stubbornly held on.
Blakes watched quietly, his expression tense, whether Su Ming will succeed depends on if he can endure it.
Time ticked away second by second.
Su Ming still gritted his teeth, refusing to let himself pass out.
If he loses consciousness, everything will be in vain.
Fortunately, as he was on the verge of collapse, the excruciating pain began to slowly fade.
"Lord Blakes, is Admiral Su Ming really okay like this?"
Dr. Martin Di asked anxiously.
Blakes raised his eyes to look at the time on his wristband and coldly asked.
"Su Ming, how are you feeling now?"
"Not bad, feels great."
Su Ming replied hoarsely.
"Excellent!"
Blakes let slip a slight smile.
Just as he had speculated, regardless of whether Su Ming's body could endure it, his spirit remained unpolluted, consistently healthy.
