At a tattoo parlor

A few days later at Beijing Police Bureau.

Jia and Huojin's chief, Tang Haitao had his arms folded as he squinted his eyes at Jia. "Song Jia. May I know the reason for you being on duty today?"

Jia blinked. "Sir, I am reporting on duty as usual."

"Usual? Your knee is so badly injured that you have to use a crutch. How is this usual? I believe I had your leave approved."

"But I didn't apply for any leave."

"You didn't. I did because I knew you wouldn't."

She scratched the top of her head. "I am bored at home, Sir Tang. My hands can still work. I can help out with the desk tasks."

"No means no. Rest means full rest," he glared at her. "So turn around and go back home."

She attempted to show a pitiful face. "Sir Tang you know-"

"No pity and no waterworks," he sternly said, "I cannot have my officers injuring themselves further. You will only come back to work when you are fully recovered."