If their comrades who were so severely injured could be treated, then they should be able to as well.
The number of inquiries grew, and even thought it was yielding to no tangible results but Amalia still accumulating a bunch of phone numbers.
While things were bustling here, the soldiers with minor injuries or none at all remained silent.
They didn't question Amalia's abilities because they understood their comrades's thoughts too well.
Even if it was just one in a thousand chances, they didn't want to let it slip away.
This little bit of hope was the best comfort for them.
"Your friend has quite the skill. In less than two hours, all the soldiers in my regiment have been 'won over' by her."
General Silva watched this scene with a serious expression, but the smile in his eyes betrayed his mood.
