The moon sets and the sun rises.
Morning light pierces through the window.
Cheng Ye turns off the Defense Communication alarm clock and groggily lifts himself up.
The trauma medicine given by Master Tian proves to be miraculous; after a night of absorption, most of the stabbing pain in his leg has subsided.
The bruising caused by capillary rupture is also starting to turn slightly red as the medicine repairs it.
"A job where you get up at seven, start work at eight, and get off at four in the afternoon."
"In modern times, wouldn't people be fighting over such a job?"
Heading to the bathroom, Cheng Ye pours water from a kettle to wash his face, glancing at his increasingly robust upper body in the mirror, a smile tugging at his lips.
Though the inspector job is full of danger, it's also brimming with excitement and the unknown.
If done well, a day's income can make one rich overnight.
But even a slight mistake can cost one's life in an instant.
