Morgon Sheldon was anxiously piecing together the unfamiliar local language to ask the girl about the ointment's origin.
The little girl tilted her head, trying hard to understand his meaning. Eventually, she nodded, pointed into the distance, and then gestured for Morgon to follow her.
"Dr. Sheldon, where are you going?" The accompanying protector hurriedly followed.
"I have an urgent matter, need to head over." Morgon felt as though his heart had momentarily stopped, and he spoke hastily.
"Dr. Sheldon, carry the communicator with you and contact us if there's a situation." The staff reminded him, noticing that Morgon was genuinely anxious.
Having been in the war zone for three months, the usually calm and composed Dr. Sheldon had just almost slipped without noticing, and his tone was full of impatience and urgency.
Morgon answered and chased after the little girl who was running ahead without looking back.
