Dawn was approaching. Coulson and Yan Shuangying saw that Zhan Li had stopped twitching.
They cautiously approached him.
Thud-
Zhan Li suddenly collapsed limply to the ground. The bite wounds that had been seeping blood were gradually scabbing over.
"Whew." Coulson let out a breath of relief.
"Did that thing... leave?" Yan Shuangying asked.
"Looks like it?" Coulson replied uncertainly.
Coulson hadn't expected anything to go wrong today. He had just been thinking how wonderful it was to find a survivor.
And then... sigh.
Coulson checked Zhan Li's pulse at his carotid artery. It was still beating.
He quickly called in agents to deal with the remaining wreckage.
He also had them take the unconscious people away and get them properly settled.
Coulson then asked Yan Shuangying to leave the gathering point with him.
Coulson looked up at the sky, which was only just beginning to brighten. To resolve the incident, he could only head to Old Man's Antique Shop with an uneasy heart.
Knock-knock-knock-
Coulson strongly suspected that waking Old Man before dawn would earn him a beating.
Knock-knock-knock-
"Who is it?!" A voice barely containing its anger came from behind the door.
Hearing that voice, Coulson couldn't help feeling nervous.
"Mr. Cheng, it's me, Coulson." Coulson swallowed, feeling guilty despite himself.
Click-
The door opened.
Old Man was especially terrifying when he was grumpy from being woken up!
"Coulson? Why are you disturbing Old Man's sweet dreams?" Old Man stood in his pajamas, his eyes bleary. "Don't you know a lack of sleep shortens an elderly person's life?"
"Lives are at stake, Mr. Cheng. We really had no other choice, so we came to ask for your help." Coulson wisely adopted a humble attitude and tried to appease Old Man.
"Come in." Old Man turned and walked inside.