"Nightingale... Sister Nightingale?"
When Wu Bin saw clearly who was standing by the bed, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Nightingale walked out from beside the window, the moonlight illuminating her face and making her fine features even more bright and charming.
"Here, catch."
Nightingale tossed something to Wu Bin.
Wu Bin picked it up and discovered, to his surprise, that it was a medal.
This made Wu Bin somewhat astonished.
"Is this for me?"
Nightingale nodded, speaking indifferently, "Thanks to your help, Dark Crow lost thirty-five submarines and over two hundred people died. Although we lost quite a few people too, compared to them, our losses were much smaller."
"Considering your outstanding performance, the higher-ups have decided to award you the Medal of Honor, to commemorate your spectacular showing in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea battle."
Wu Bin was caught between laughter and tears.