Chapter 983
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“Yeah. I also think you have exceptional temperament,” Phoebe said with a smile. “Young lady, it was all a misunderstanding earlier. There are only a few of us who came, but we’ll do whatever you ask us to do!”
Wynter glanced at Phoebe. “I told you to shut up. Don’t speak ”
Phoebe fell silent immediately. Wynter’s firm approach effectively subdued those who were more
concerned with their own survival.
Wynter handed the knife she was holding to Jairo. “Heat the blade until it glows red. While I’m gone, you’ll
assist Kristina.”
“Got it!” Jairo replied. He was unsure why he found himself subconsciously following Wynter’s orders
despite her looking younger compared to them.
Wynter then turned to Kristina. “Believe in yourself. You can do this.”
Kristina initially felt uncertain about her own professional competence.
Despite having some clinical knowledge, she hadn’t even become a management trainee yet. That was
why she claimed to have studied nursing. But now, Kristina wanted to give it a try!
What if she could save one more martyr? Wynter prepared to leave after giving instructions.
Nico who was nearby became nervous. “Young lady, it’s dangerous outside. Are you really going to gather herbs? What if there are enemy soldiers? The bombing hasn’t stopped.
“If you need medicine to treat them, tell them to go gather the herbs themselves. You’re the only medical student here. If something happens to you, what will they do?”
In reality, Nico was more concerned about himself. He was still counting on Wynter to get him out.
This time, Wynter remained silent. A swooshing sound was heard.
A silver needle streaked across Nico’s cheek, embedding itself heavily into the earthen wall behind him, causing it to crack instantly: Nico was so startled he fell to his knees with blood streaming from his face.
Wynter’s voice was indifferent. “There are no antibiotics here. It would be simple for me to kill you. A minor injury, a bacterial infection, or pus formation, followed by a series of symptoms such as high fever. Do you want to live, or do you want to keep babbling nonsense like earlier?”
Nico covered his mouth while shaking his head frantically, indicating he wouldn’t say another word.
Phoebe was no longer jumping around as she assisted Jairo in starting the fire. They needed something to ignite it, so they grabbed some newspapers from the stone table.
It was during this action that Wynter noticed a headline in one of the newspapers. She had seen the Youth Daily in her previous encounter with the formation. As a newspaper that transmitted messages, it always had its unique code.
However, what caught Wynter’s attention wasn’t the code, but rather the headline itself. Stewart Zola, her
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great–great grandpa’s pen name. The headline was written by Gordon Quinnell!
The headline read, “Seeking for Lost Family“.
Wynter picked up the newspaper, smoothed it out, and carefully examined the words and the photo beneath the headline.
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Although it said “Seeking for Lost Family“, it didn’t convey that exact meaning. Instead, it seemed to be transmitting some important message.
Wynter knew her great–great grandpa wouldn’t do something without purpose. She knew this having
interacted with him during her previous encounter with the formation.
“In the past, my granddaughter and I used to drink and listen to music on nights with a full moon.
“I don’t know where my granddaughter is now. She told me she dreamt while studying abroad. In her dream, our country was prosperous with airplanes and agriculture.
“Today, if my granddaughter sees this message, please contact me urgently. I also want to inform all youths that the future we desire will surely come.
“May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together.
“I can only leave my heartfelt longing behind. I hope my granddaughter can see it after my death.”