She whispered:
"Director, we've checked, all the Golden Flower wounded sent here have purchased our 'war insurance,' so we have a responsibility to fit those amputees with mechanical limbs.
But this clause requires the person's signature to take effect, you see..."
"He's in such a condition, how can he sign?"
A Feng shook his head, picked up the pen and signed his own name, saying:
"Immediately have the mechanics send over fifty sets of engineering prosthetics as backups, the battle at Blackflame Mountain Pass is getting fiercer, soon many people will need these things."
"Understood, Director, I'll arrange it right away."
The female soldier immediately left the tent to make preparations, while A Feng began his third amputation surgery of the day.
