Chapter 1826
Chapter 1826: Wounded to the Heart (3)
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At that moment, Glenn Hutchinson pulled back his saber, and the thug standing in front of him collapsed heavily to the ground as he released his grip.
With this, all the thugs were completely eliminated.
Flossie Wright sheathed her saber.
Glenn Hutchinson instinctively glanced at Flossie Wright.
Having packed up her gear, Flossie walked straight towards Glenn Hutchinson.
Simultaneously, she ripped the medical kit off her body.
To ensure the authenticity of the "simulated battle," all other gear the cadets received was practically a hundred percent suited for real combat.
Naturally, a medical kit was indispensable.
Flossie tossed some painkillers to Glenn and stood in front of him, scanning him from head to toe.
"Where are you hurt?"
As she examined him, Flossie casually asked.
Just as Flossie’s gaze landed on his shoulder, Glenn quietly uttered a single word.
One simple word, spoken with utmost composure.
His voice carried a slightly low and hoarse timbre.
Flossie was momentarily stunned.
She shifted her gaze slightly towards the direction of his heart.
Internal injury?
Flossie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
But before she could figure it out, Glenn’s hand had already reached over, pulling her waist towards him.
Unprepared, Flossie was immediately drawn into his embrace.
"What are you doing?"
Instinctively defensive, Flossie nearly drew her knife, but after a moment of thought, she could only ask him coolly.
Slightly lowering his head, Glenn’s forehead touched hers.
Flossie’s eyelids lifted slightly.
By chance, she met Glenn’s eyes, filled with warmth.
"My life still needs you to save, it’s quite a blow to my pride."
Hutchinson looked at her gently, his expression filled with injured emotions.
It seemed as if Flossie truly wounded him.
Flossie’s mouth twitched.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie glanced at him sideways, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Did you hurt your brain?"
Are you out of your mind!
Glenn chuckled softly.
Flossie gave him a strange look.
Really out of your mind?
As she wondered, Glenn had already caught hold of her wrist.
"Let’s go check nearby, I’ll handle it," he said softly, a smile playing on his lips, as if speaking very casually.
"Seriously injured?"
Flossie immediately sensed something.
Glenn felt somewhat troubled.
Dealing with a clever woman, ordinary tricks hardly ever work.
"I’ll give you two seconds to let go," Flossie’s expression turned cold immediately as she glared at him icily, threatening, "or I’ll use force."
A bead of sweat trickled down Glenn’s temple, and he sighed helplessly, releasing Flossie.
He clearly understood Flossie’s character of doing exactly as she said.
Especially now—
He barely had any energy to deal with her.
Forced to sit on the ground, Flossie first removed Glenn’s jacket, then cut open the right shoulder of Glenn’s shirt with her saber.
In an instant, what she saw was a bleeding wound.
Although she had somewhat prepared herself mentally, judging by the blood-soaked clothes, upon seeing the near-bone-deep wound on Glenn’s right shoulder, her face turned cold in an instant.
Chopped with a machete, any more force could have reached the bone.
If that had happened, Glenn’s shoulder might have been rendered useless.
However, giving him a cold glance, she saw that he was sitting there, unfazed, with sweat rolling down from his temple, yet he didn’t even knit his eyebrows.
As if he was used to it.
Flossie forcibly shoved the pain pills into her mouth.
"Bear with it!"
Flossie instructed irritably.
— End of Chapter 1826 —