Rice City First Central Hospital.
In a single-person ward, Rita Webster lay in the hospital bed with an IV drip, the bottle hanging by her side slowly administering fluids.
Caroline Edwin and others entered the ward.
Rita Webster, hearing the door, turned her head; perhaps it was the illness that made her feel particularly like crying.
Her eyes moistened, "Instructor, I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally hide my physical condition. When I went up to the cabin, my temperature wasn't too severe. I thought I could handle it, but then my temperature started to rise gradually."
This sudden training was very important; she did not want to lose, afraid that she would fall even further behind, left far behind by the others.
Rita Webster held back her tears, "Instructor, will this incident affect my future training? Can I continue training?"
Caroline Edwin held a fruit basket in her hands, gently placing it aside and picking up an apple to wash and skillfully peel with a knife.
