Back at the team, Luo Fei and Zhou Fan went to see Zhang Wei at the first opportunity.
They expected him to be quite depressed due to his arm injury, or at least not in high spirits.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wei was sitting in the lounge with bandages wrapped around his arm, devouring a pig's trotter, his mouth glistening with oil and eyes gleaming.
"What's going on with you?"
Seeing he was fine, Luo Fei let out a long sigh of relief and then walked in with a smile, scolding him.
"Eating such greasy food when you're like this, it seems like you don't want to recover. How's the wound? If you need to go to the hospital for treatment, just ask Captain Zhao to approve your leave."
Then he picked up the examination report beside him and glanced at it.
