Chapter 1217
Chapter 1217 Talking to a Smart Person (5)_1
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After saying that, she fainted.
Everything happened too suddenly.
Given her condition, Flossie Wright forgave her, not taking that lethal attack she’d just made to heart.
Being on guard when sick was only expected.
Flossie Wright could understand.
Feeling the grip on her wrist loosen, Flossie Wright withdrew her hand. She then pulled out the dagger that Nancy held and tossed it on a rock out of her reach.
Having ensured her own safety, Flossie Wright began to check Nancy’s injuries.
There was a cut on her arm, and her clothes were torn open, revealing a wound that was already oozing pus and clearly infected.
Fever, and although unable to pinpoint the exact temperature by touch, Flossie Wright could assure that it was definitely not below forty degrees Celsius.
That aside, Nancy Phillips was extremely weak.
The night before the assessment, she hadn’t rested much at all. After that came continuous training, allowing them no respite. Nancy Phillips probably hadn’t had any significant rest over these past few days.
This time out in the field, they didn’t carry first-aid kits, so they couldn’t administer emergency treatment to Nancy Phillips.
"Flossie?!"
As she was contemplating, a familiar voice suddenly called out from behind her.
At the sound, Flossie Wright looked over.
There was Jessie Grain, covered in mud, holding a sniper rifle, and walking towards her with a puzzled look.
Now everyone was here!
"Just in time," Flossie Wright stopped her inspection and raised an eyebrow at Jessie, "come and help rescue her."
"Is it Nancy?"
Sensing something was amiss, Jessie Grain raised her eyes and hastened her pace.
Seeing Nancy Phillips lying on the ground with her face up, Jessie’s step faltered for a moment, then she frowned.
"An arm wound, other injuries unclear, infected wound, fever, weak body."
Flossie Wright rapidly listed the symptoms and then stood up from the ground.
After hearing this, Jessie Grain paused to let the reality sink in, then looked at Flossie Wright, "Do we take her with us or call for rescue?"
"Call for rescue."
Flossie Wright said decisively.
Complete the mission?
Flossie Wright didn’t care.
Nancy Phillips was in critical condition now. Any delay could be life-threatening.
Without hesitation, Jessie Grain nodded.
In comparison to a comrade’s life, a single assessment score was indeed insignificant.
They could always face punishment together.
"You check her injuries, I’ll make a fire to attract the rescuers," Flossie Wright chose the most appropriate plan.
Jessie Grain responded decisively.
The two of them set to work.
Jessie Grain put down all her gear and began to carefully check Nancy Phillips’s condition.
Flossie Wright quickly gathered some dry wood, pulled out the waterproof matches she’d pilfered, and set the wood ablaze.
At that moment, she too was grateful to have carried the box of waterproof matches. If she had to make a fire by rubbing sticks together now, she’d rather drag Nancy Phillips to their destination.
Knowing how to make a fire by friction was one thing, but mastering the technique was another. In such an emergency, Flossie Wright couldn’t guarantee that she could light a fire in a timely manner.
It took two minutes to get the fire going.
"Seems we have to hurry up."
Halfway through the check, Jessie Grain, holding Nancy Phillips’s hand and furrowing her brow, called out to Flossie Wright.
— End of Chapter 1217 —