Penglai Mecha Legion Headquarters.
When Luo Yan and Bai? entered the conference room, they saw Murong Xuan pushing a wheelchair. Wang Meng was sitting in it, still receiving an IV drip.
Wang Meng looked extremely impatient and shouted, "Who knows what the doctor was thinking? I'm already fine, but they still won't let me walk on my own."
"Never mind the wheelchair—they're even making me get an IV drip. Isn't this just letting everyone laugh at me?"
"How am I supposed to look mighty in this state?"
Murong Xuan held back his laughter. "Captain, be satisfied. At least the doctor didn't hook you up to a urine bag."
"Besides, your injuries were severe. Being able to recover this much already is pretty good."
Li Yuqing nodded beside them. "Exactly, Captain. Don't tell me you want us to see you next time in a black-and-white photograph?"
Wang Meng glared at her. "You've got some nerve saying that to me. Look at yourself—you reek of alcohol. For all we know, you might get framed even sooner than I do."
Li Yuqing burped, then lazily turned her head and rested it on the tabletop. "I know my limits. Alcohol can't kill me."
Just then, Luo Yan and Bai? walked over.
"Captain, we're here."
Wang Meng raised his head. "Where did you two run off to so early in the morning? Although I won't prohibit relationships between team members, you still need to be mindful of the influence you're having."
Bai? immediately flushed and pinched the corner of her clothes. "Captain, what are you talking about? I was helping Luo Yan test a new move this morning. What date?"
Wang Meng said, "Oh," then added, "So I misunderstood you two. But I hope you remember what I just said."
Li Yuqing said with a