There was no obvious expression on the Flood Dragon Serpent's face, but her body language still conveyed information.
While the medical staff busied themselves stopping the bleeding and disinfecting the wounds, the tip of Feng Ling's tail had been gently swaying in a steady rhythm.
Coupled with how excessively carefree she had been when the Rebar was pulled out, Su Yuqing suspected that Feng Ling might be a little high right now.
Like a cat on catnip—another kind of loss of control, separate from berserk bloodlust.
Of course, it was only a suspicion.
After all, the fact that Feng Ling could cooperate with the rescue operation was already enough to make him thank heaven and earth.
While one side was dressing wounds, the Cat Spider on the other side was also hauled out with great effort.
The eight-legged spider had been blown up until only four legs remained. Its battered body lay on an enlarged, widened stretcher, weakly letting out soft groans.
Su Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone who needed rescuing had been brought out. Next, they only needed to disinfect the site, seal off the Tunnel, and withdraw the Military Region's Soldiers. Then the matter would be perfectly resolved.
There were still many matters at the Jingnan Branch that required him to clean up afterward, but as long as he could safely send Feng Ling away now, Su Yuqing felt that the remaining problems would be easy to handle.
Feng Ling and the Cat Spider both got into the truck.
Feng Ling coiled herself one and a half times, making some room for Ye Zheng.
The staff gripped the ropes attached to the tarp and pulled upward from both sides of the heavy truck, covering everything except the cab with waterproof canvas. At a glance, it looked