The Overwhelming Warrior Goddess

Downtown Northon City, in the VIP ward on the top floor of the Sherratt Hospital.

"Mr. Sherratt, we've found someone with a compatible blood type for your fiancée, but... the person's only six years old."

"Doesn't matter! It's their honor to transfuse blood to Ann, anyway!"

Howard Sherratt gently looked at the pale woman on the bed and said indifferently.

The frail woman on the bed was Ann Russell, his fiancée. He was the president of the Sherratt Group, which held great power in Northon City.

She pulled Howard's sleeve and said weakly, "I'm fine, Howard."

The assistant standing behind Howard said cautiously, "Mr. Sherratt, Ms. Russell is out of danger. She'll recover with some rest."

Ann looked at the assistant with a slight dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Howard... Ahem, I'm fine. I just need to rest a bit, and I'll be fine. There's no need to cause harm to other people because of me. Ahem..."

Then, she began to cough non-stop.

"Do you think Ann can wait for longer?" Howard was full of anger.

"Bring me the blood donor now. I need enough blood to fulfill Ann's needs within half an hour!"

The assistant, fearing that speaking another word would irritate the formidable president of Northon City, immediately responded, "Noted!"

He then walked quickly to the blood collection room.

...

At the same time, in the conference room of the Ministry of Defense, which holds the highest authority in Country Z.

Several VIP-level figures were eagerly looking forward to the arrival of another prominent person.

In the midst of waiting, a soldier in battle uniform rushed into the conference room and informed, "Field Marshal, General Dorothy said she has something urgent to deal with, so she can't come today."

"Did something happen?" An old man sitting in the chief seat asked hurriedly.