"A meniscus tear?"
Inside Chen Yu's office, Chen Yu picked up the scan and held it up against the bright window.
A very obvious second-degree tear on the lateral meniscus of the right knee.
Unfortunately, the tear was located almost entirely in the white zone.
"What did you people have the President doing? How did he tear his meniscus?" Chen Yu looked up at Warren, the President's personal assistant, and asked in confusion.
'I haven't seen any news about the President being attacked or anything.'
Warren was around the same age as Chen Yu. Dressed in a crisp suit with immaculately styled blond hair, he exuded the air of an elite Anglo-Saxon. He shrugged helplessly and said, "You know him. He still loves to run. He didn't have time for a while, but now that the war is over, he's had a bit more free time, so he's started his night runs again."
"And unfortunately, it was pitch black, and he stepped in a pothole."
