"Gender?"
"Armed helicopter."
"This needs to be stamped, I'm seriously going to write it down." Jiang Wuming showed Zhou Yuan the paper and pen in his hand.
"Male, male, male." Zhou Yuan quickly changed his answer, then realized, "Wait, what's the stamp for?"
"Ah, it's a long story. I'll explain it to you later... Age?"
"20."
"Occupation?"
"I was a security guard, just got fired recently."
"So, that's flexible employment... Education?"
"Middle school, but I did pretty well on the high school entrance exam, kind of halfway to high school."
"Alright then..." Jiang Wuming filled out the form, signed his name, shut the folder, and set it aside. Turning his gaze to Zhou Yuan, he said, "Your mental state seems to be recovering well, any discomfort physically?"
"No."
Zhou Yuan paused for a moment, a trace of confusion appearing on his face, "Who are you? Wasn't I just at a memorial service?"
"I'm Jiang Wuming. As for what just happened..."
