Chapter 1762
Chapter 1762: Shameless as Hutchinson (3)
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Flossie Wright, who originally had no appetite, changed her mind after a few glances.
With a slight frown, Flossie pulled the chair to the table, picked up the spoon, and started eating.
Having been used to life in the Forces, she pursued speed in everything she did. Meals were usually settled in under ten minutes, but after spending a few leisurely days in the hospital, it took her a full fifteen minutes.
After eating, she checked the time.
Flossie couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
If any Instructor saw her like this, they would probably give her a harsh scolding.
Afterward, Flossie stepped out.
Since Glenn had agreed to her terms, she would have to participate in outdoor survival training as soon as she was discharged, without any rest in between. The physical stress she would have to endure would be incomparable to her previous training.
And now, while truly recovering in the hospital, when she gets discharged, her physical condition will certainly be in a terrible state.
According to her estimation, she would be eliminated in less than two days.
So, even if the current exercise can’t be increased significantly, she still needs to maintain a certain training volume to prevent her physical condition from deteriorating too quickly.
Starting from seven, Flossie began jogging in the hospital, maintaining a moderate pace to ensure her shoulder injury didn’t worsen.
The plan is to finish at ten.
Nine in the evening.
Glenn Hutchinson entered the hospital carrying a new thermos bucket.
He placed his phone to his ear, in the middle of a call.
"Think it through, you’re almost out of leave for this year."
The Boss’s voice on the other end was loud and clear in Glenn’s ears.
Glenn lowered his voice slightly and calmly replied, "Hmm."
"With so much going on here, who are you going to have as your scapegoat?!" The Boss couldn’t help but roar.
If the team were idle, Glenn could be out every day with no worries. But with so many internal matters piling up unsolved, there might be no time to handle them when they come to a head.
"Jude Marsh."
"You’ve talked to him?"
"What about Harris Caleb’s transfer?"
"Let him arrange it." Glenn’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke calmly.
"Hmm, get a temporary replacement first, just in case."
The Boss on the other end seemed to be speaking petulantly.
Harris Caleb wasn’t transferring voluntarily. If he had, no one would have complained, and they wouldn’t force anyone. But Harris’s transfer came too suddenly, with an order to move and lead a new special operations team.
With Harris’s capability, he was well-suited for the role.
In the long run, Harris couldn’t replace Glenn in a short period, and perhaps would be willing to be the deputy for a long time, but it would be a waste of his talents.
Leaving would be a better development.
To be forced to leave after being raised by us feels unbearable!
The person on the other end of the call grew more frustrated the more they thought about it.
Glenn Hutchinson didn’t mind; after offering some symbolic advice, he heard a "click" as the call was abruptly ended.
So, Glenn put his phone away.
Gripping the thermos bucket tighter, Glenn scanned the area and intended to quicken his pace, but at the next moment, he saw a figure running from the corner of the flower bed.
Flossie Wright.
Ten o’clock.
Flossie ended her run on time.
— End of Chapter 1762 —