The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 A Miracle in the Medical Wing

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“Don’t ask. Just cat. Once you do, you’ll feel better. Trust me.” Fenix’s eyes were frantic, his voice carrying a plea so forceful it was almost wild.

Seeing the fire in his eyes, the desperate hope burning there, Melton hesitated for a moment before finally opening his mouth and taking the small but fragrant strawberry.

Daniel and the others followed, driven mostly by the thought that they couldn’t bring themselves to disappoint a brother.

The next instant, an indescribable burst of pure sweetness and fragrance exploded across their tongues.

The rich juice, the perfect balance of sweet and tart, the fresh, cleansing sensation that seemed to wash straight through the soul made those soldiers, who had been tormented for so long that even food had become tasteless, forget their pain and forget their despair.

For a brief moment, they were completely absorbed in the unbelievable flavor. Their eyes widened on their own, and a fleeting, almost intoxicated look came over their faces.

“Holy shit,” Melton blurted out instinctively. His brows, which had been locked tight from the agony in his mind, actually cased a little. “What kind of strawberry is this? It’s so damn good.”

“Fenix, got any more? Give your brother another one,” Daniel shouted after smacking his lips, clearly wanting more. Even the needle–like pain in his skull seemed to have eased a little.

Fenix felt some of the tension in his chest loosen when he saw how completely they’d been won over by the taste, but then he gave a bitter shake of his head. “No more. That was all the strawberries. They’re gone.”

A few hundred strawberries were nowhere near enough for the more than a thousand injured soldiers. He noticed soldiers from other units staring over with obvious longing, some of them even swallowing hard.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled every last sweet potato and potato from his storage button and piled them up into a small mound.

“Quick! Take all these sweet potatoes and potatoes to the mess hall right now. Boil them or steam them, the simplest way possible, just do it fast. Get them to every injured soldier here.”

The soldiers helping tend to the wounded had no idea what was going on, but the seriousness and urgency in Fenix’s voice were unlike anything they’d ever heard from him. They sprang into action at once, grabbing armfuls of potatoes and sweet potatoes and running out.

Melton watched Fenix hurrying around, still tasting the lingering sweetness of the strawberry in his mouth and feeling that his headache really had cased a little. Deliberately using a teasing tone to cut through the heavy atmosphere, he said, “Fenix… you’re not planning to feed us one last good meal before we go out, are you? Damn. That’s brotherhood.”

He stressed the words one last meal on purpose, trying to sound casual in the face of something grim.

“Shut up, idiot! Don’t talk nonsense.” Fenix spun around and glared at him hard, his eyes faintly red. “Just cat. Less talking. You’ll be fine. We’re going on missions together again.”

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Chapter 206 A Miracle in the Medical Wing

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He didn’t explain what was special about the food. For one thing, it sounded too bizarre, too much like some ridiculous fantasy. Even if he said it, they might not believe him. Worse, they might think he was trying to comfort them with false hope.

And for another, he wasn’t completely sure it would work for everyone. What if it was only a coincidence? What if it had only worked on him?

If that was the case, then giving them hope now would only make things crueler later. So he forced all tha fear and expectation down deep and kept pushing them to eat with sheer stubbornness.

Before long, bucket after bucket of steamed and boiled potatoes and sweet potatoes was carried into the medical wing.

The food was plain and unadorned, but it gave off an irresistible warm, sweet scent that instantly drove back some of the sharp smell of disinfectant. Quite a few wounded soldiers, either starving or too miserable to have any appetite at all, lifted their heads without even realizing it.

“Come on, everybody, eat something. Don’t be shy. Fenix is treating. Eat while it’s hot.”

Under the urging of Fenix and a few of the other soldiers helping out, every injured man, whether lightly or seriously wounded, got a share of the hot, soft, fragrant potatoes and sweet potatoes.

At first, some of them could barely swallow because of the torment in their minds. But once they tasted that simple flavor that somehow struck straight at the soul, they couldn’t help taking a few more bites.

Then something astonishing began to happen. After the soldiers finished eating this strange sickbed meal, the pained groans that had been rising and falling all through the ward gradually weakened and faded.

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