He waved his hand and then stood up with his tall frame, turned around, and was about to leave.
"Oh right, marshal..." Frederick suddenly thought of something and stepped forward to make a request, "I've been observing Doctor Stone recently, and her abilities are plain for all to see. I was thinking we might as well have her stay with the medical team permanently, rather than dividing it into several small groups. I wonder what your thoughts are..."
Before the chief steward could finish speaking, Walter Schmidt had already turned back, his eyes sharp as he fixated on the chief steward's face.
After a moment, he finally said, "You decide!"
With that, the tall man was already walking toward the direction of the stairs.
Frederick was taken aback; he hadn't expected the marshal to reply so quickly and decisively.
Staring at the marshal's towering back, Frederick suddenly realized something in his heart–the marshal seemed... quite pleased with Doctor Stone as well?
