Chapter 138
Chapter 138 Episode 021 Opportunity for Joint Training (2)
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At this moment, Flossie Wright, who had been held and knocked down by Glenn Hutchinson, lost all sensation as the anesthesia took effect during a moment of nerve relaxation. Glenn took a quick check on Flossie’s aura, and after unconsciously letting out a sigh of relief, he lifted her up around her waist.
However, the moment he stood up, his gaze collided with that of Rowdy Brightwill. A spark ignited between them in the blink of an eye, and an invisible haze of war smoke spread into the air, instantly permeating the tension-filled atmosphere.
Both of them held different people in their arms, but who they truly cared for was only known clear to themselves.
Because of Flossie, it was not the first time Rowdy regarded Glenn as a love rival. The once uncertain him was feeling the sensation of a looming crisis more strongly now.
He didn’t know if Glenn really took a fancy to Flossie, but one thing for sure, this man posed a significant threat between him and Flossie.
Quickly, all the doctors came rushing in to attend to Mia Lawson’s injuries urgently. Rowdy, who initially planned to let go of Mia after the commotion, was forcibly dragged down by Mia who clung onto his clothes with a tight grip and didn’t let go even when her consciousness was in haze, making him so infuriated that he almost wanted to throw her back.
Glenn watched as the Surgery Room suddenly became chaotic, with urgent soldiers gathering outside. Everyone who saw his military rank badge showed some restraint. Each time they caught his eye, they nervously nodded at him in greeting, then immediately shifted their gaze to do something. It was as if they were children seeing their teacher, none of them dared to speak out loud.
"Sir, what’s wrong with her?" The chief doctor, after weighing his options, still walked over with a concerned face, expressing his condolences in the most earnest tone.
Those doctors and nurses who were clamouring outside the door for Flossie to replace the hostage just now felt regret down to their guts when they found out Flossie was a cook. They were pushing her down a path of death in the most indifferent manner, caring only about their own people.
Such behavior was allowed for them as individuals, but absolutely unacceptable as doctors. When the chief came, he scolded them immediately. If it was not for the urgent situation, those people would not have escaped so easily.
Glenn Hutchinson cast a glance at the peaceful sleeping face of Flossie in a faint, and nonchalantly said, "She’s fine."
"That’s good." The doctor sighed in relief after looking at Flossie for a few moments, admiring this cook. He nodded solemnly, "You can call me anytime if anything happens."
Without a word, Glenn left the room holding Flossie.
In the early winter afternoon, the warmth from the sunlight was very soothing. The breeze from the window rustled the withered leaves outside, lulling them gently.
It was in this atmosphere that Flossie awoke from a prolonged sleep. She seemed to have dreamt about something, and yet like she had dreamt about nothing at all. Upon opening her eyes, she was met with a sluggish view, a gathering of tiny lights flickered in her eyes, and soon all her thoughts were organized.
Before her was the white walls, ceiling, bed, and even curtains of the hospital. A mild mixture of medicinal smells lingered at the tip of her nose. Frowning slightly, she tried to sit up.
"Flossie, you’re awake?"
As soon as she sat up, she heard a surprised voice coming from the side. It was Janice Wood.
Turning her head, Flossie indeed saw Janice lying on the bed next to her. She slightly raised her eyebrows, and probably understood why she was here. Just that, after being injected with a large amount of anesthesia, her mind was still somewhat fuzzy, and her thoughts turned rather slowly.
— End of Chapter 138 —