Du Heng's gaze was too sharp, too sudden, alarming Zhang Long.
Before Zhang Long could speak, Du Heng asked coldly, "Are you their leader?"
Zhang Long was baffled by Du Heng's attitude. "Yes, I'm their brigade leader."
"Then you're extremely incompetent."
Du Heng spoke very seriously, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Long.
"You..."
"Don't 'you' me. Since this comrade is your subordinate, do you know he's sick?"
Zhang Long suddenly laughed. "Nonsense. Fan has never said he felt unwell."
"Ignorant." Du Heng's tone was severe. "Just because he isn't in pain or discomfort, you think he's not sick?"
Zhang Long was dumbfounded by Du Heng's comments. He wanted to get angry, but he felt something was off. After a moment of thought, he asked, "If his body is fine, how could he be sick?"
Du Heng took a deep breath and said solemnly, "He's suffering from depression."
"Depression?"
Zhang Long was taken aback, then he looked at Fan Jimin blankly.
