Leonard Churchill's thoughts wandered in and out of that state of sudden realization.
As the feeling of the epiphany faded, his mind gradually returned to clarity.
At this moment, the flap of the army tent was lifted slightly, and a head with a round bun hairstyle popped in.
She blinked and cheerfully called out, "Leonard, dinner is ready..."
"Mm."
Leonard heard the voice and looked at Tracy Garcia's smiling face. The dark line between his brows also quietly eased, and he responded with a smile.
Actually, he knew this girl had been standing outside the tent for a while. But she seemed to have sensed something and, fearing to disturb him, had waited until now.
Tracy walked in, intending to help the patient get out of bed.
She walked in and glanced at the photo and stamp in Leonard's hand, casually asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Originally, she wanted to ask about the power of the Space-time Law that had lingered in the tent earlier and not to pry into anything else.
