"Stop pretending, or I'll go talk to the manager."
"Please don't."
Old Wu quickly got up.
Chen Ming shook his head, unable to hold back a smile, and said, "I heard from the manager that you were hospitalized, so I came to check on you. Turns out you're just faking! Get out of here and stop wasting medical resources."
"This hospital is empty every day. There's no wasting here; not staying here would be a waste."
Despite his words, Old Wu obediently stood up, seemingly not planning to stay any longer.
Chen Ming glanced around the hospital room and asked, "Where's the Power Armor?"
"Left it at the bar. It's not good to wear it directly and take an ambulance here. I had someone from the bar deliver it to the dock; it should be in the warehouse where we usually stack goods."
"You'll definitely see it later."
Of course Chen Ming would see it; he could dismantle the Power Armor to recycle the materials anytime.
