Trouble never comes alone.
Before he could even figure out his "Phantosmia," another pica popped up, threatening to carry him off this mortal coil.
But the examination results let Chen Fei breathe a sigh of relief—no one wants a pile of steel inside their stomach.
Illusions are still better than pica, but he didn't dare to eat anything odd again—after all, he wasn't an Iron-eating Beast. Better stick to bread!
Returning to Hangar 1, Chen Fei quickly forgot about accidentally swallowing a No. 22 spline shaft key as he refocused on the technical manual E. After all, studying was the most important thing at the moment. Once his part-time position in the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron was confirmed, it would inevitably take up the time he spent with the maintenance crew.
The afternoon passed in a flash.