"That's our target, Chen. Looks like something went wrong with this mission."
Skye spoke irritably from beside him, stopping her search of the target building.
Fitz hurried over with a medical kit on his back, and Simmons began treating Chen Haoran's wounds.
Ward frowned at the sight. He felt as though he hadn't done anything this time, and he wasn't used to it.
"Consultant Leo, Chen has extensive burns all over his body, and he seems to be anemic as well. I can dress his wounds, but we should really send him to a hospital for sterile isolation. These burns could get infected far too easily."
"But his breathing is quite steady, and his internal organs sound fine. How is that possible?"
"It's all right. I know how to treat him." Leo glanced back at Chen Haoran, rubbing his fingers together.
He had already put the blood the female researcher had taken into his storage space. Naturally, he had no intention of returning it to Chen Haoran. He would just give him some good food later to help him recover.
Two hours later, Coulson and May finally returned. The captured female researcher had been detained at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Hong Kong branch for questioning, with plans to hand her over to the local Chinese authorities afterward.
Chen Haoran, who had been placed in a hospital bed, slowly regained consciousness under Simmons's care. He opened his eyes, his entire body still aching as though it were being scorched by flames.
Yet he lay motionless and expressionless, reflecting on his earlier recklessness and considering his plans for the future.
Coulson glanced at Leo when he returned. Without mentioning the missing metal case, he fetched a small box from his office.
He walked over to Miles.
"You have two choices. Accept what's in this little