Salpêtrière Hospital.
Gallieni could now walk a few steps with the support of the guards, though his movements had to be limited, and his abdomen still ached faintly.
"The doctor said the surgery was very successful," Major Fernan said. "Most of the shrapnel left in the body has been removed, and as long as you take good care of yourself, there shouldn't be any problems in the future."
Gallieni responded with a hum. Despite the tearing pain at the wound, it indeed felt much better than before.
He sat slowly on the edge of the bed and asked, "Where is Shire, where is he?"
Gallieni wasn't upset that Shire hadn't visited him in the past few days; he was more worried about whether Shire had gone too far after being given free rein.
"He's in Bicangxi," Major Fernan replied. "I heard he's busy forming new troops, something called the Motorized Division."
Gallieni nodded slowly. Just hearing the name, he could guess what was going on.
