Cultivate oneself and await a brighter hour

Handling Bureau medical rehabilitation area, Safe Room Number Five Zero Nine.

Yang Ling was still propped up in her hospital bed, reading a book. Most of her injuries had healed, but because she was not a fighter, many of the more potent medicines could not be used on her. Even after more than ten days, she still had to stay here.

Her mind had also suffered trauma, and the relatively enclosed surroundings were unsuitable for using items such as bio-fields, so she could only fill the emptiness in her mind by reading.

Just then, she heard a door open outside, and then saw Chen Chuan walk in wearing his manager's uniform. She set her book aside, sat up straight, and said, "Manager Chen."

Chen Chuan glanced at Yang Ling. Her complexion was much better than before. The biological membrane on her face had been removed, revealing the newly grown skin beneath. He glanced at the book beside her. It was a collection of strange tales.

He sat down beside her and asked, "Are you interested in this sort of thing?"

Yang Ling said quietly, "Yes. I like reading them."

Chen Chuan nodded. "Have you been practicing the Breathing Method?"

Yang Ling nodded. "I've been doing it all along. Thank you, Manager Chen. It really helps. My head doesn't hurt anymore."

Chen Chuan said, "Although you were also a victim in the earlier clash, you can't escape punishment entirely. Once you've recovered, someone will come to discuss it with you."

Yang Ling lowered her head and murmured an acknowledgment.

Then Chen Chuan asked, "Do you still remember your brother?"

"I remember," Yang Ling said softly.

Chen Chuan heard little fluctuation in her voice. Thinking about it, that was only natural. According to the information from the Mutual Aid Society, Shen Zheng's