Lost in thought, a gentle and pleasant-sounding voice reached her.
At the sound, she turned her head and immediately saw the female military doctor from last night.
Still wearing the same white coat, pure as snow, crisp and clean, her pale, smooth skin stood out in this filthy and noisy environment, appearing completely out of place.
She looked at Flossie Wright with a soft and kind expression on her face.
"Mm."
Nodding her head, Flossie responded noncommittally.
"Hiss—"
The next moment, there was a sharp intake of breath from beside her.
Ann Cavanaugh had just passed by when she caught sight of Flossie standing amidst the crowd; she had come over to greet her, not expecting to be faced with such a horrific scene amid the throng of people.
Somewhat concerned, Flossie glanced to the side and saw Ann's expression of stunned bewilderment.
Surprise, shock, pity, grief.
All these emotions lingered in her eyes, yet fear was notably absent.
