At this time, Wang Zhong was pacing back and forth in his own headquarters.
He had walked to the point of sweating, so he directly unbuttoned the discipline button on his military uniform and grabbed a writing pad to use as a fan to cool himself.
Popov said, "You're walking around here like a racewalker, of course it's hot. Sit down, take a rest, and it won't be hot."
Pavlov said, "He, having been accustomed to charging on the front lines, is experiencing withdrawal. You know what withdrawal is, right? Right after the civil war, most of the White Army soldiers were opium smokers. The Secular faction made them quit, and then they went through withdrawal, acting as if they were dying."
Wang Zhong stopped and looked at Pavlov, "I am far from having withdrawal symptoms, okay! At least my mind is still normal."
Pavlov nodded: "Really?"
Popov said, "Of course it's true, if he went crazy it would be a problem."
Wang Zhong shook his head and walked toward the telephone.
