Although they had successfully eliminated their combat objective, all their reserve medicine had been used on the numerous infected soldiers. Yun Han could only worry helplessly. But now, seeing a familiar crate and opening it, he found it was indeed the medicine Ning Xuan had prepared. An indescribable feeling washed over him.
"Marshal Yun, there's a letter in here for you." Qin An had found the letter while retrieving the medicine. The envelope was addressed personally to Yun Han.
Yun Han's heart raced as he looked at the elegant script. He checked his personal Light Computer. His inbox showed a series of missed communications and dozens of failed message receipts. Most of them were from Ning Xuan, dated from a few days ago all the way through yesterday.
The color drained from Yun Han's face. He remembered the rules he had learned at the Training Institute. His heart hammered in his chest, and a cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
