But—
Flossie Wright blocked them.
Casually dressed, Flossie strode to the stretcher's side and, looking at the two stretcher-bearers, calmly said, "Send the person back, don't delay."
The two military stretcher-bearers glanced at her, looked at each other, and quickly made up their minds.
Carrying the stretcher, they walked away.
"How dare you leave!" Seeing this, the woman became anxious, raised her hand pointing at them, and threatened, "If my daughter isn't rescued, do you believe I can ruin your future?"
Their steps faltered, then two seconds later, they quickened their pace.
Without turning back.
Hah, future?
The leg of a comrade, a comrade's whole life, was that less important than their future?
Meanwhile, Willie Ash clenched his fists tightly, and upon seeing the woman's expression, he couldn't restrain himself. His fist targeted her face.
Midway, his arm was grabbed.
"Give her to me."
Flossie Wright came to his side, her voice unbelievably cold.
