Sangye breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he was alright. "How long will he need to stay in bed?"
"It depends on the individual's physical condition." Jimmy packed up his equipment. "Ahei's body is in good shape. I estimate it will take more than a week, but we'll have to see the specifics then."
"Thank you, Jimmy." Sonja nodded. "Is there any way to alleviate the discomfort caused by his aftereffects?"
“Well…” Jimmy hesitated for a moment, “I do know a set of Chinese massage techniques and acupuncture, which can alleviate the symptoms to some extent.”
“Then give it a try.” Sangya nodded.
“Then I’ll go back and get the silver needles. I usually keep them in my room since I don’t need them.” Jimmy smiled. “Besides, it’s almost lunchtime, so I’ll come back this afternoon.”
“Okay.” Sangye nodded.
Black Hawk lay there, and although he didn't want to sleep, he closed his eyes.
Just then, someone came over to invite Sangye, saying that a guest had arrived.
"Ahei, you rest first, I'll come see you later." Sangya said as she walked out, but you could still hear her instructing people outside to keep a close eye on the people inside.
Black Hawk waited until it was quiet outside before suddenly opening his eyes. He then got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. After closing the door, he opened his palm, revealing the note Jimmy had given him. There were no words on it, only a few numbers, symbols, and strokes, which looked like random scribbles. However, Black Hawk recognized it. It was a numerical code he had specially invented during the S-1 Special Training, designed so that team members could contact each other in case of encounters in special circumstances. No one except the members of S-1 recognized it.
His heart started racing. Was Jimmy also a comrade-in-arms?
Sector S1 is divided into several combat teams, one of which is specifically for infiltrating. So Jimmy could be one of them, which would be great.
Of course, he wouldn't readily admit his identity; he would test the waters first.
He threw the note directly into the toilet and flushed it away before leaving the bathroom and slowly returning to bed.
All of this was recorded by surveillance cameras; someone was watching from the outside.
In the afternoon, before Sonja returned, Jimmy arrived.
Jimmy smiled kindly at Black Hawk: "I'll give you a head massage and acupuncture. Please cooperate."
Black Hawk nodded.
Jimmy laid Black Hawk down with his head facing outwards, then inserted several silver needles into his body. He pulled up a chair, sat down on the bed, and gently massaged Black Hawk's head.
However, Black Hawk clearly felt the other person's little finger gently and rhythmically tapping on the back of his head. After feeling it for a while, he was overjoyed. This rhythm was a rhythm code specially invented by their district.
If the previous numeric code was a coincidence, then adding this rhythm code is definitely not a coincidence.
This person was telling him in code that the reason they were able to recognize him was because someone had sent him a message telling him that a comrade had arrived, and that he could cooperate without revealing himself.
Black Hawk tapped the sheet rhythmically with his fingers, which were resting to one side, indicating that he understood.
Fifteen minutes later, the acupuncture ended, but the massage continued. Half an hour later, Black Hawk let out a deafening snoring sound.
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