Meanwhile, Ryomen, still carrying Zhou on his back and clearly struggling with his own emotions about the night's events, approached the group with an expression that was simultaneously angry and filled with genuine concern.
"Is no one going to check up on Zhou?" Ryomen questioned with barely controlled anger, his voice carrying the weight of someone who felt his friend was being unfairly overlooked.
"Oh, right, right," Brok responded immediately, recognizing the justice in Ryomen's complaint and feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had needed the reminder.
Without hesitation, he rushed forward to assist with Zhou's care, his movements quick and purposeful as he prepared to assess his superior's condition.
He had never learned medical training, but he had lived quite a rough life back then as an agent for the underling tournament, so he knew some basic life hacks.
