“It’s great to hear that we don’t have to head to the front line,” Nicholai said weakly.
After taking some antibiotics today, he was feeling much better. Milo even went to get some warm water for him.
He looked at Milo. The young man had already reverted back to his harmless and innocent persona after the battle in the stronghold. If they had not witnessed for themselves how this fellow had performed a “craniotomy” on Lionel, everyone would probably think that Milo was just a normal cardiac surgeon.
Suddenly, someone sighed and said, “I’m so hungry. If we don’t get any food, I’m afraid we’ll die of starvation before we even get to the medical center. Milo, do you have any ideas?”
“There’s nothing we can do about that.” Skylar wrapped himself in a blanket and said limply, “As you all can see, every time Milo went to line up for food, if they refuse to serve him, they’ll refuse to serve him. I’ve seen many of the Pyro Company soldiers getting turned away as well.”
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