Chapter 963
Chapter 963: Your Sniper Is Not Worthy of Her (2)_1
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Flossie Wright suddenly felt a surge of panic.
She began to realize that Glenn Hutchinson was trying to emerge in another identity, and he had successfully transitioned her from firm resistance to what had become normalcy.
At that thought, her brow furrowed tightly.
Feeling the gaze that rested upon her, Flossie’s expression instantly cooled, and she spoke with an icy tone, "Apply the medicine."
Thus, Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze retracted.
"Bear with it a little."
Looking down at her hand, Glenn Hutchinson took out the disinfectant and cautioned in a low voice.
He was aware that when cleaning the wound, he casually counted and noticed no fewer than ten cuts.
Five fingers, each bleeding profusely, all bearing the scrapes of stones, with wounds deep or shallow, long or short. The most severe was the middle finger of her left hand, half the fingernail split in the middle, the blood staining the entire nail a shocking red.
The fingers are connected to the heart.
Of course it hurt.
Previously, Glenn Hutchinson had been exceedingly careful, causing Flossie Wright to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. Now, applying the medicine was a bit better than before, but it still hurt considerably.
Yet, for such an injury, to give in to an anesthesia shot would not only be losing face for a soldier, but even Flossie couldn’t afford to lose that face. She naturally had to grit her teeth and bear it.
So, as Glenn Hutchinson treated her wounds, she focused all her thoughts on the notebook in her hands.
Look intently.
Even if she couldn’t take it in, she had to pretend to do so.
From cleaning the debris to completing the bandaging, Flossie Wright didn’t make a single sound.
Glenn Hutchinson had seen people who could endure pain before.
In their world, many things were lacking, but not tough men.
But Flossie Wright was the first woman he had seen who could bear so much.
"Within a week, do not touch water to avoid infection, and don’t exert yourself to keep the wound from splitting," Glenn Hutchinson ordered in a deep voice after finishing the bandaging.
Flossie Wright lifted her left hand and looked at the five fingers that had been expertly bandaged.
Everyone who had spent time in the Forces had some knowledge of emergency aid, in case they were wounded in a critical moment and needed to provide simple treatment for themselves or their comrades.
Unfortunately, only a select few were ever able to put that knowledge into actual practice.
Glenn Hutchinson was part of that select group.
𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
They had to face death.
Unfortunately, it was precisely because they had faced death...
"I have training."
After assessing for a moment, Flossie Wright tilted her head to look at him nonchalantly.
"Wear gloves in the water."
"Other training."
"Use your right hand."
Flossie Wright was at a loss for words.
After a while, Flossie Wright flipped the blanket aside and stood up using her right hand to carry the notebook.
Getting ready to leave.
Glenn Hutchinson also stood up, but stared at her with a stern face.
Thinking it over, Flossie Wright turned aside.
Looking down at her, Glenn Hutchinson paused for a moment and said deliberately, "The notebook."
Frowning with irritation, Flossie couldn’t be bothered to argue and simply tossed the notebook over to him.
The notebook flew towards him with the sound of the wind, and Glenn Hutchinson narrowed his eyes and reached out to catch it.
Flipping through the notebook briefly, Glenn Hutchinson quickly snapped it closed.
He showed no intention of returning it to Flossie Wright.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie Wright frowned and stretched out her hand towards him, "Give it to me."
Holding the notebook, Glenn Hutchinson stared at her and said impassively, "Bring it to me tomorrow."
— End of Chapter 963 —