He Jie frowned, "Which one?"
"Submitted about three days ago, at the time you had disappeared, so you didn't know."
"Fuck off!"
The medic tied the bandage into a bow, adjusted its shape while holding both ends, and said sternly, "Yes!"
"Get back here!"
He Jie cursed in exasperation.
The medic returned with a cheeky grin. He Jie pulled him over, searched him up and down, then fished out half a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a hard drag, staring at the people reorganizing the train through the smoke.
"Back in Yijin when I saw the armed train, I was thinking, which idiot would drive a train in the apocalypse? But I ended up getting a real beating. That battle was truly frustrating. Even though I was captured, I wasn't necessarily convinced."
"But later, that cocky kid Zhang Tie also fell."
The medic showed a hint of dread in his eyes, "Losing once might be bad luck, but losing twice leaves no room for luck."
