Chapter 792
Chapter 792, Section 044: Grandpa Pei is Dissatisfied (3)
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The people staying here had all received treatment for their injuries. There were only two medical staff members. One was the White-Coat doctor, and the other was a nurse who was relatively quiet and introverted. When checking on the IV drips of the injured, she politely smiled at Flossie Wright, but after that, she faded into the background.
During the boring wait, Flossie suddenly arched an eyebrow, looking at the white-coated doctor who was sitting far away chatting with an injured soldier in camouflage.
After a pause, the White-Coat doctor registered her call.
One hand propping her chin up, Flossie faintly nodded, "You."
"What’s up?"
From the distance, the White-Coat doctor arched an eyebrow, a delighted smile on his face. But under Perry Reed’s gaze, he tiredly didn’t move any closer.
Pausing slightly, Flossie asked casually yet curiously, "What did you study?"
"Me? ..." Lifting his index finger, pointing at himself, the White-Coat doctor was excited at first but then calmed down, "Psychology."
"A psychologist?"
"Um," With a perfunctory tone, the White-Coat doctor said, "Something like that."
Nodding, Flossie knew he was scared of Perry, so she didn’t try to engage him in further conversation.
Meanwhile—
Perry Reed, standing off to the side, had a dark look. His mood was increasingly sour.
Though, compared to other people injured in the earthquake, Flossie’s cold wasn’t worth noting, but seeing a doctor wouldn’t take too long. They even found a psychologist to treat Flossie?
"Are you hungry?"
In the middle of Perry’s brooding, Flossie suddenly turned her head, shaking the compressed biscuits in her hand.
They had lunch at the airport, but they had been busy all the way and hadn’t managed to fill their stomachs. Even the iron men would be hungry by now.
Although Flossie was feeling dizzy and had no appetite, not eating when sick wasn’t good for the body. So, she asked the nurse for some military compressed biscuits.
"Not hungry."
His face stern, Perry declared unhappily.
He disliked anything to do with the Forces, let alone eating their food.
"Come here."
Setting down the biscuit, Flossie motioned him over with a finger.
Hesitating, Perry didn’t dawdle and moved towards her, bending slightly.
Breaking it in half, Flossie held up one half and directly handed it to Perry’s mouth.
The biscuit was against his lips. Perry froze, looking at Flossie’s raised eyebrow and light smile. Unconsciously, he opened his mouth and allowed her to stuff the dry biscuit in.
Compressed biscuits, high in protein, naturally couldn’t compare in taste to regular food. But Perry wasn’t picky, he just thought the taste was average and swallowed it with a straight face.
However, thinking about how Flossie stayed in the Forces, eating this stuff, he suddenly felt the biscuit was no good, his face inexplicably growing darker.
The distance—
The White-Coat doctor was enjoying his chat when he suddenly felt a chill creeping in, and unconsciously crossed his arms.
Looking up, he saw someone far away. The White-Coat doctor wondered, ’How did I upset him this time?’
Glenn Hutchinson walked around the perimeter of the campsite.
Before he reached his destination, he saw Willie Ash who was shivering and wearing a raincoat. Willie carried a flashlight, and when he heard the noise, he saw a figure standing tall in the rain.
Upon recognizing the figure, Willie exclaimed in delight, quickly stepping forward to greet him.
Just as he got closer, Willie blurted out, "Eh? Captain, where’s your raincoat?"
The Captain was soaked to the bone in his military camouflage uniform, making the colors darker. He wore a camouflage cap, and under the dim flashlight, he looked blurred but his air was palpable.
Drenched in rain, soaked through, yet there was no hint of distress.
He stood tall and straight, firmly in position, as immovable as a steel skewer.
Frowning, Glenn Hutchinson said, "Bothersome."
"Ah..." Willie muttered internally, but his expression was eager, "Then, where is Flossie?"
"You need her for something?"
His voice turned cold, Glenn Hutchinson’s face stern, his words teeming with danger.
"No, I wouldn’t dare..."
In slight panic, Willie was scared, his heart almost beating out of his chest.
Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze swept over his face, his voice slow yet highly authoritative, "If you wouldn’t dare, then go back. And do me a favour on your way."
— End of Chapter 792 —