Chapter 1737
Chapter 1737: You Have Better Choices Than Leaving Here (1)
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The next day.
Military District Hospital.
Morning, seven thirty.
The sky was already bright, the morning sunlight spilled in from outside the window, casting a faint glow on the hospital bed, with dust particles floating and dancing in the air.
At a certain moment, the person lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes half-closed, surveying the ward.
She was awakened by the pain.
And the pain in her right shoulder quickly cleared her mind, the events of last night immediately resurfacing in her mind.
Last night, just after boarding the helicopter, someone administered anesthesia to her, and she had no recollection of anything that happened afterward.
The wound was bandaged, and the environment was very safe.
This should be a hospital.
Thinking this, Flossie Wright didn’t have time to observe further, as she was drawn to the pain in her shoulder.
The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, cells were screaming incessantly, her body had never suffered such an injury, and she had even forgotten what it truly felt like to be shot.
But at this moment, what was more important to her was the time.
Last night, she lost so much blood, probably an artery was injured, and she didn’t know how long it would take to recover.
There were only four days left until the end of this training.
Pain and thoughts intertwined, Flossie lay on the hospital bed, finding it extremely difficult to even move.
For a while.
Footsteps were heard outside the door.
Very light, but the ward was so quiet, and few people walked the corridor, so the slight footsteps were exceptionally clear to her ears.
Moreover, just by that sound, she didn’t need to see the person to know who it was.
𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Many times, truly knowing a person doesn’t require seeing their face, as their voice, silhouette, figure, and footsteps can still identify them.
There are many ways a person is perceived, and many ways to recognize them.
Soon, the door to the ward was pushed open.
Flossie glanced toward the door.
As expected, she saw Glenn Hutchinson’s figure.
He was still wearing last night’s combat uniform, desert-colored, with features as if drawn, handsome appearance, deep contours, and a tall stature. As he walked step by step to the bedside, the rising sun slanted onto him, enveloping him in light, casting a long shadow behind him.
At that moment, this man was unbelievably handsome.
Flossie’s eyes subtly shifted.
After a brief pause, before he could speak, Flossie met his gaze and directly asked, "When can I be discharged?"
Just about to speak, Glenn Hutchinson’s face naturally darkened upon hearing Flossie’s opening question.
"Just woke up and you’re thinking about discharge?"
His expression sank, and Glenn Hutchinson’s tone was rather displeased.
"I still have training," Flossie said bluntly, her gaze slightly cold.
"No need for training."
With a rather stern expression, Glenn Hutchinson said seriously.
With a slight gaze, coldness lingered between Flossie’s eyes and brows.
The next moment, Flossie supported herself with her left hand on the bed, directly sitting up, and she flung the quilt in front of her aside.
"Flossie Wright!"
Realizing what she intended to do, Glenn Hutchinson leaned over to grab her left hand, a surge of anger rising in his eyes.
Flossie turned her head, looking at him with an icy expression.
Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes, meeting her gaze, but the slight show of dominance indicated he would not let Flossie leave.
— End of Chapter 1737 —