The next day.
Military District Hospital.
Morning, seven thirty.
The sky was already bright, the morning sunlight spilled in from outside the window, casting a faint glow on the hospital bed, with dust particles floating and dancing in the air.
At a certain moment, the person lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes half-closed, surveying the ward.
She was awakened by the pain.
And the pain in her right shoulder quickly cleared her mind, the events of last night immediately resurfacing in her mind.
Last night, just after boarding the helicopter, someone administered anesthesia to her, and she had no recollection of anything that happened afterward.
Now—
The wound was bandaged, and the environment was very safe.
This should be a hospital.
Thinking this, Flossie Wright didn't have time to observe further, as she was drawn to the pain in her shoulder.
Pain.
Real pain.
