"You should find yourself a girlfriend. You wear such a stern face every day—aren't you tired?" In the medical wing of the Federation's rear base within the subspace secret realm, Charlie Robert, reclining against his hospital bed with a crutch beside him, spoke to Bond, who had come to visit him.
In truth, Charlie Robert had been in a terrible mood lately, and his condition had grown increasingly dispirited.
Yet whenever the two met, Charlie Robert could always force a smile onto his face and tease Bond with a joke.
Bond, meanwhile, always wore a stiff expression, as though everyone owed him money.
Those familiar with Bond knew that he was not difficult to get along with. He had simply grown accustomed to this cold disguise.
Under normal circumstances, Bond would not easily let down his guarded expression.
Only the occasional detail revealed flashes of Bond's true temperament.
Faced with Charlie's teasing, Bond did not get angry and simply set down the gifts he had brought.
There was an entire suitcase of gifts, containing quite a lot of things.
Among them, several vials of restorative gene fluid and a thin black handwritten notebook were the most important.
The former could speed up Charlie's recovery and strengthen his physique as well.
The latter contained Bond's insights and experiences from cultivating the Black Yin Heart Sutra over the past few years.
This should have been Bond and Charlie's last meeting for the foreseeable future.
No, under the backdrop of the Civilization War, this might even have been Bond and Charlie's final farewell.
No one knew what the next second might bring. Perhaps Bond would die during this mission.
As Federation combatants whose ranks had both reached the General-level, there was not much overly sentimental atmosphere in the hospital room.
It counted as