Torture Is An Art

Li Xianyu was new to this place and didn't know anyone from the Changsha branch. Li Xianyu called You Mengyu, who was still sleeping. She replied groggily, her voice sounding adorable.

"I'm awake and I want to see King Jiji, but I have to get approval before I enter the intensive care unit." Li Xianyu heard the weakness in her voice/ "Are your injuries serious, should I give you a shot?"

You Mengyu resolutely refused. "The pain made me strong, and the pain made me hopeful about life. Wait a minute. I'll help you contact them."

A moment later, the door of the ward at the other end of the corridor opened. You Mengyu donned in patient garb, walked out, fatigue on her face. She smiled as she waved at Li Xianyu a dozen meters away.

You Mengyu was only a reserve member. If Li Xianyu has no authority, she had even less. You Mengyu first contacted the superiors of the Yucheng division and then they communicated with the Changsha division.