When Zheng Xiu saw Jun Buxiao fooling around, he immediately put on a stern face and scolded, "Stop! Let go of that Divine Doctor!"
Jun Buxiao replied aggrievedly, "Boss, I'm just practicing my Miracle Technique."
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
"You see, this Elder Divine Doctor is out for a month or two every time he gets hurt. We can't just let our skills get rusty, can we? You're the one who always says it: in our line of work, it's like rowing upstream—if you don't advance, you fall behind. You said we have to practice diligently, work to improve our professional skills, and strive to make the Disaster Prevention Bureau bigger and stronger."
Fuck?
Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded. Those were indeed words he had spoken at a regular Disaster Prevention Bureau meeting.
'You're only supposed to believe about a third of what a leader says, but you, Jun Buxiao, took it all in, one hundred percent. Are you trying to rebel? Do you even want to survive in this workplace?'
