Chapter 1740
Chapter 1740: You Have Better Options Than Leaving Here (4)
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However, after glancing around a bit, the overwhelming drowsiness soon caused Flossie Wright to fall asleep once more.
This time, she slept for two hours.
It was the pain that woke her up.
The pain of skin and bone being pierced, to say one can easily endure it is just a joke.
Flossie Wright could only ensure not to cry out in pain, but she couldn’t say it didn’t hurt.
When she woke up, the doctor came to inquire about her condition. Flossie Wright answered each question, while Glenn Hutchinson stood beside her, his expression turning increasingly indifferent as he listened to Flossie Wright’s pained responses through gritted teeth.
By the time the doctor finished his inquiries, Glenn’s low pressure had begun to affect both the doctor and the assistant.
The two exchanged a peculiar glance at him, and finally, the doctor gave Flossie Wright a few instructions and then left with the assistant.
The hospital here is in the Military District and close to the Borderland. There are often disturbances, and soldiers getting injured is not uncommon; the staff here are pretty much used to it.
And Flossie Wright’s injury wasn’t too severe; her scapula was pierced by a bullet, without the bullet being lodged, so no dangerous surgery was required. Moreover, the location wasn’t near any major organs; at most, she’d need one or two months of rest.
Therefore, the most direct result is—
The hospital won’t pay much attention to her.
Just this one.
Because here, nobody knows Glenn Hutchinson.
"What time is it?"
Looking at Glenn Hutchinson, who stood by the bed motionlessly, Flossie Wright slightly frowned and asked him proactively.
He raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and Glenn Hutchinson answered truthfully, "Just past ten."
Upon getting the answer, Flossie Wright said no more.
Standing straight, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his head, gazing at the weak but unyieldingly stubborn Flossie Wright, feeling a slight sting in his heart.
He took two steps forward, getting a bit closer.
He was almost leaning against the head of the bed.
He lowered his eyes, looking at Flossie Wright’s face, and suddenly called out softly, "Flossie."
The absent-minded Flossie Wright heard and lifted her eyes, looking at him once.
"Is it okay not to stay?"
A low, gentle voice, filled with tenderness, as Glenn Hutchinson carefully watched her, as if trying to engrave her image in his heart.
"Okay," Flossie Wright spoke unhurriedly, "You’re the instructor, it’s your call."
She was just an ordinary cadet.
Like everyone else, she had no special background.
She didn’t even have the background that Sandy Cruz had.
As long as Glenn Hutchinson wanted, a single word from him could dismiss her.
As long as he wanted.
A mere "unqualified" would require her to return to the previous team.
Originally—
Reality was just like this.
With her injury, her chances of continuing training were basically zero.
Next, she would just do what she could.
As for the outcome, she didn’t have much hope.
To her surprise, Glenn Hutchinson directly advised her to leave. Between his words, it seemed he hoped she wouldn’t come here again.
What did he know?
Or perhaps, did he know it all?
She lacked the energy to think about these things.
Watching her silently, Glenn Hutchinson paused slightly, then spoke in a low voice, "You should rest well."
"Wait a minute."
With a sidelong glance, Flossie Wright called out in a calm voice.
Glenn Hutchinson stopped in his tracks.
"Is the training for this short period not under your jurisdiction?" Flossie Wright suddenly asked.
After a brief pause, Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes flickered, and he replied, "It isn’t."
"Alright then," Flossie Wright raised her eyes to look at him, her voice cool, "It’s best you don’t meddle in the upcoming matters."
Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brows slightly.
No need to think. Flossie Wright must be up to something.
After a moment of silence, Glenn Hutchinson agreed, "Alright."
After finishing, he left.
After exiting the ward’s door,
Glenn Hutchinson didn’t walk far before he saw Darion Griffin, who was carrying a large basket of fruit to visit the sick.
The soldier who accidentally injured Flossie Wright was under his command.
Although he had nothing to do with it, Glenn Hutchinson’s expression cooled a bit at the sight of him.
Darion Griffin, having just come upstairs, turned and immediately caught sight of Glenn Hutchinson, instantly feeling a gust of eerie wind sweep across him, causing his scalp to tingle and a chill to run down his spine.
From the moment they met, Darion Griffin’s demeanor was at a disadvantage, without even the slightest chance to stand strong.
Meeting this man, Darion Griffin felt unlucky but still approached with a smile.
"Hello, sir."
He offered a proper military salute to Glenn Hutchinson.
Halting his steps, Glenn Hutchinson looked at him coldly, "She needs rest."
"This..." Darion Griffin was immediately stunned.
Wasn’t it this gentleman’s call, saying it must be done before noon?
He hurriedly put down the work at hand, without saying a word, and rushed straight to the hospital to see her.
He arrived early...
And yet, she’s still resting?
"Enter at twelve," Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was frigid.
"Oh," Darion Griffin responded, compelled by his pressure, complying amiably, "Alright."
Since it was his subordinate who injured someone, he was already at fault, and facing cold looks for a night seemed only fair.
Now, to endure a few more cold looks...
He considered it stress endurance training!
After all, it was his fault!
"How is she doing?" Darion Griffin asked Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at him again.
Immediately, Darion Griffin rubbed his nose and said, "I’ll go buy some more things."
Having said that, Darion Griffin hurriedly left.
At exactly twelve o’clock.
Flossie Wright lay in bed, idly eating the apple slices that Glenn Hutchinson had cut.
His knife technique improved quickly, and the last pieces of fruit were cut perfectly, with each slice consistent.
At the same time, the door was pushed open.
Darion Griffin entered the room, carrying a large load of items.
There were fruits, supplements, and some miscellaneous stuff.
As soon as he entered, intending to greet Flossie Wright, he immediately felt a biting chill greet him.
He was momentarily stunned.
— End of Chapter 1740 —