After returning to Tianfu City, Sun Hang was assigned an office in the research institute that was second only to the director's—in the words of the Disaster Response Committee, this place would be Sun Hang's "principal's office" until the Mysterious Creature Research Academy was built.
But Sun Hang hadn't even had a chance to warm up the leather swivel chair with his seat when 0401 barged in with two large plastic bags.
"Oh? You've recovered so quickly?" Sun Hang glanced at the bandages wrapped around his knee, "You know it takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons. The doctors and nurses must be furious with you for running around like this."
"It's just a scrape," 0401 said with a smile. "Hey, stop calling me 0401. I have a name—Yin Xiang."
"Speaker?" Sun Hang was momentarily confused. "That's quite a unique name."
