"I'll take you to the Church Hospital now," Bernie said. "Your remaining injuries still need follow-up treatment at the Church Hospital, or they might leave lasting damage."
Kallen and Neo both knew Bernie was only going through the motions of being polite;
After all, this was precisely when he needed manpower. As the Minister of Logistics and acting Minister of the Law Enforcement Department, his trusted mainstays were the two injured men right here. How could he possibly let them go lie in a hospital?
Sometimes, though, this sort of empty talk was useful in social interaction. It served as a lubricant.
Because it wasn't convenient for a leader to say outright, "Neither of you is dead, right? Then get up and keep working for me!"
But the prerequisite was that both sides understood each other.
Neo said, "These injuries are nothing. They just make fighting inconvenient for the time being. Everything else is fine. This is a critical moment. How could we go to the hospital?"
Kallen agreed, "Yes, there's no need for the hospital."
Bernie nodded. "Then thank you both for your hard work. Once everything has been wrapped up smoothly, I'll treat you to a meal as a reward."
Then Bernie checked his watch. It was already past midnight. He turned to Kallen and asked, "You're supposed to attend this afternoon's Judgment Assembly as our representative. Can you still manage?"
Neo leaned over, looked at Kallen, and said, "I don't see a problem. His face wasn't injured."
Bernie said, "Mm, that's true."
Neo cut in again. "As I said, this Big Captain of mine looks excellent on camera."
"Heh, yes." Bernie nodded again.
"So there's absolutely no problem with you using him as the public face of our Whip of Order. Who knows, when we recruit next