As a strand of sunshine shone on Su Tao’s face, he forced his eyes open and glanced at the source of the light. He saw a silhouette moving around with a gentle smile.

“Looks like I’m still alive. Hell definitely doesn’t have such a beauty!” Su Tao smiled.

“Mister, this is not hell, but heaven.” The woman rejoiced when she saw that Su Tao regained his consciousness.

He was unconscious on the bed for over twenty hours after a bullet hit his chest. The bullet was only a few millimetres away from the heart, but fortunately, Yue Zun’s surgery skill as a National Healer was perfect and managed to snatch Su Tao’s life from the hands of the reaper.

“No wonder everyone likes to go to heaven. It looks like there’s no lack of beauties in heaven.” Su Tao spoke in a hoarse voice before he glanced at his bandages and inwardly evaluated his own condition. His current situation was terrible, and without ten-odd days to half a month, it’s impossible for him to get up.

Inwardly sighing, the woman sourly snapped, “You can still joke at this ti...