When Pan Long woke, it was already noon.
He was still lying alone on the roof of the command vehicle. The area around him was deserted; apart from Doctor and a handful of others, no one was there.
He sat up hesitantly. His head felt heavy and muddled, as though he could make sense of nothing. Yet it also felt stuffed with foreign things, a chaotic mess as thick as paste.
He tried to stand, but halfway up, he sat back down. He was stark naked, without so much as a scrap of cloth the size of his palm. He might as well have been a newborn baby.
"Even Adam and Eve had leaves. I don't even have a leaf..."
He muttered to himself, unable to tell whether he was complaining or making fun of himself.
"Instructor Xia, now that you're awake, take your medicine first." A medicine bottle flew toward him with the amused words.
Pan Long caught the bottle and drank it in one gulp.
The cool, mint-flavored medicine became a clear, cold current in his stomach. It coursed through his body before gathering entirely in his head.
Like a sharp sword, the current cut through the fog in his mind. His thoughts grew clear again, and he returned completely to normal.
Naturally, he remembered everything that had happened during the night.
Pan Long's face turned as red as a monkey's backside.
"Damn it! I've made a complete fool of myself! I went streaking in front of a hundred thousand Slavians..."
His face burned. He wished a hole would open in the ground so he could crawl into it.
But then he realized he had a more pressing problem.
In a blur, he ducked into the vehicle, stripped a set of clothes off an officer who had died