Coughing up blood was no big deal.

Han Qingyu once again sat alone in his corner of the mess hall, eating with his head in the bowl. It didn’t matter that he’d coughed up blood. His food situation hadn’t changed. 

As He Tangtang had put it, “I’d take a blade for you, but there’s no way I’m feeding you.”

A person sat down across from him, and Han Qingyu looked up.

Lao Jian wore a stiff expression, spoon in hand. “I heard you coughed up blood while sparring today. If it’s serious, you should really get it checked out. Coughing up blood is…”

Han Qingyu didn’t register the words. His attention was fixed on the spoon.

“You…”

Lao Jian glanced down at the spoon with a pained expression. “I’m just an instructor looking after one of his recruits. That’s… that’s perfectly normal. Besides, you’re a soldier I personally brought into the Coalition.”

Han Qingyu finally understood the true...