Night.
Xia Feng went all out and managed to rush back to the Bronze Building from the western outskirts of the forest in just a minute and a half.
The silver doors of the core laboratory opened wide.
Xia Feng hurried in, drenched in sweat, looking rather disheveled.
He carefully laid the unconscious woman on his back onto the treatment bed, while the maid, Fei, quickly operated the control panel.
In the past two years, Mu Qingtong had built eighteen Bronze Buildings in the Empire, each equipped with a core laboratory and top-level treatment facilities, prepared for emergencies.
A blue barrier enveloped the treatment pod, and the blood hole in the chest of the woman in the black dress slowly healed, the newly formed skin pale.
However, her heartbeats were still faint, with no breath at all.
Xia Feng and Fei stood on either side of the treatment pod, their brows deeply furrowed in concern.
It seemed Miss Mu's condition had not improved at all.
