At nearly 3:00 PM, Duan Yu received a notification and went to the district's Public Security Bureau by herself. There, in an office, she was surprised to see her own commanding officer.
Duan Yu quickly snapped to attention and saluted.
"Sir!"
The officer, a man nearing fifty and dressed in uniform, returned the salute. "Duan Yu," he said, "there's no need to be so formal and rigid."
"Your wounds have just healed. Let's sit and talk."
Duan Yu remained at attention, her voice ringing out. "Sir, I've almost fully recovered. It doesn't affect my combat abilities, let alone standing at attention."
The officer smiled faintly. He picked up a small brocade box and a certificate from his desk and handed them to Duan Yu.
After taking the box and certificate, Duan Yu lifted the lid of the box and stared, a little stunned.
"A Second-Class Merit?!"
