The moon set and the sun rose.
Morning light pierced the window.
Cheng Ye silenced the alarm on his Defense Communicator and sleepily pushed himself upright.
The bruise medicine Master Tian had given him was indeed miraculous. After soaking in overnight, the stabbing pain in his leg had eased considerably.
The purplish bruising caused by ruptured capillaries had also begun to turn faintly red as the medicine worked to repair the damage.
"Get up at seven, start work at eight, and clock out at four in the afternoon."
"Wouldn't people be fighting tooth and nail for this job in the modern world?"
He went to the washroom, poured water from the kettle, and splashed some on his face. Looking at his increasingly solid upper body in the mirror, he grinned.
Being an inspector was dangerous, but it was also full of excitement and the unknown.
Do well, and a single day's pay could make you rich.
Make one wrong move, and you could lose your life in an instant.
But overall, he'd fallen completely in love with the job and had no desire to return to his old life.
"Looks like another sunny day. I hope it lasts a few more days."
After wiping the water from his face, Cheng Ye glanced at the weather outside, returned to his room, and casually browsed his Defense Communicator.
Between the days of duty and interrogation, his injured body, and the approaching Infected Tide, the pressures had piled up.
The strain had long since left him exhausted in body and mind.
After ordering his equipment last night, he'd been so tired he'd collapsed onto the bed like a heap of mud before nine and slept without a care in the world.
Now, the screen lit up, showing four missed calls and three messages.