Cheng Ye was momentarily taken aback, then turned to look at Wang Kang's serious face, and chuckled while shaking his head: "Is it the infection source that gives you this confidence?"
"I honestly don't think it's a problem."
Wang Kang's tone was earnest, "I've been thinking, maybe I shouldn't remove the infection source. After all, it hasn't caused me significant harm. At most, I'll live twenty years less, right?"
"People die on the Wasteland every day. How can we dare to hope for such a long life? To live to forty, like my father, is already a huge gain!"
"Kang." Cheng Ye spoke softly, interrupting him.
"Hmm?" Wang Kang looked up at him.
"Look down, what's hanging on your chest?"
"I..." Wang Kang instinctively looked down, his gaze landing on his chest, where two shiny gold badges hung.
