"Don't talk, if you're not going to drink anything, then just listen to me,"
David fell silent for a moment, then he continued, "Regarding my file, what does it say about why I retired?"
"Injury. While you were in the military camp in Afghanistan, you were close to a mortar shell explosion. Although you survived, you suffered multiple injuries, and... a disability that led to your retirement,"
David shrugged, then he lifted his left hand, which was missing the index and middle fingers, and his arm seemed unable to fully extend.
Then David took two steps forward, and at that moment, Gao Guang could tell that his left leg seemed shorter, causing a slight limp when he walked, but not too pronounced.
Pointing at his face with his left hand, and then at his leg, David said indifferently, "I did indeed get injured, and it was indeed in Afghanistan, but not by some laughable mortar shell at the camp. Look at my wounds, do they look like they were caused by a mortar shell?"