"Let's talk about it later," Feng Yi suggested, signaling to continue the training. The military confrontation was getting closer, and they needed to step up their preparations.
"Can you still move? You look seriously injured," Feng Yi asked, helping Elvis up.
Elvis groaned in frustration. Despite the advanced medical technology, it would take him a week to fully recover.
"By the way, that kid Zhang has been clamoring to join the logistics team lately."
"Zhang? Join the logistics team?"
"Yeah."
Feng Yi was taken aback. Since the incident with Sheng Qiangwei, Zhang had been talking about ending their friendship like a scorned woman, unless Feng Yi took him out for drinks and a chat. He had ranted for a few days but eventually calmed down. Feng Yi knew that Zhang just wanted him to explain things to Sheng Qiangwei.
