My Lady is a 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.

"General Dorothy's six-year-old brother was taken by the president of the Sherratt Group for a forced blood transfusion!"

"What?"

The people in the conference room were all astounded.

"Does the president of the Sherratt Group know what he's doing?"

He even had the audacity to mess with General Dorothy!

"Howard Sherratt, the president of the Sherratt Group, urgently needs blood for his fiancée, who was involved in a car accident and suffered excessive blood loss. They took General Dorothy's younger brother for a blood transfusion as soon as they discovered their compatibility!"

The old man remembered that he had just seen the child not long ago. He was only six years old and was endearing.

"A blood transfusion? Do they have a conscience? He's too young!" The old man slammed the table angrily and stood up.

The old man's chest was full of attached badges, making a crisp clinking sound as he got up.

The soldier's face showed a bitter expression. "General Dorothy has already rushed to the Sherratt Hospital. I dare not even imagine what would happen if something happened to her younger brother. Even the entire Northon City will be in trouble, not to mention the Sherratt family..."

Although the soldier trailed it off like that, the VIPs there all understood what he meant.

General Dorothy was the youngest general in the history of Country Z. She had achieved numerous outstanding military achievements and won herself a high position despite being only 19 years old!

The Ministry of Defense was the highest military authority in Country Z, possessing supreme and absolute power.

The Field Marshal was the leader of the Ministry of Defense.

Below the Field Marshal were the senior, middle, and intermediate levels, and each level consisted of a colonel, major general, and general, with the general holding the highest rank.

Even though Dorothy was so young, she was a Senior General, only second to a few Field Marshals!

Besides, she was ruthless and merciless and was commonly known by others as the Female Devil!

If anything happened to her younger brother, they would not be surprised, even if she blew up the whole of Northon City.

Meanwhile, the soldier received a notification from his communicator. He appeared anxious, and his face was tense. "Field Marshal, General Dorothy has arrived at the Sherratt Hospital!"

The old man's face darkened. "Let's head to Northon City, too!"

In the blood collection room, the frail six-year-old boy was held down by a powerful and muscular man. His tiny arms were tightly held against the blood collection table.

He had the largest blood transfusion needle intended for adults inserted into his arm.

"Director, the XL HP bag is filled. I'm afraid if we continue any further..."

"Go on. Such a small amount of blood is not enough for the president's fiancée." The director of the blood collection department ordered expressionlessly.

"It hurts..." Frederick Rogers struggled weakly, and his voice was as soft as a bee's. "Let me go, let me go..."

"He's so noisy. Cover up his mouth," the director said impatiently.

The man who held down Frederick freed one hand and covered his mouth tightly.

Seeing the fear in Frederick's eyes, the female nurse drawing his blood felt her heart throbbing with pain.

She comforted him gently. "We'll be finished soon, darling. Because you have a unique blood type, we need it to save someone's life! I know you're a little hero, aren't you?"

Surprisingly, Frederick quieted down and stopped wiggling.

His long and curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes were pure and clear. He looked at the nurse with sparkling eyes as if he was asking, "Really?"

Looking at the hope in his innocent eyes, the nurse couldn't help but feel a little distressed for him.

However, she deliberately ignored the pity she held for him at the thought of the significant amount of money she would receive when the fiancée of the Sherman Group president recovered from this.

"Come on, darling. This will be quick. You get to save someone's life with just a little bit of suffering. Aren't you amazing?"

Frederick looked at her with clear eyes and slowly nodded.

He was not afraid of pain. As long as it could save someone's life, he was willing to endure it.

The thick needle pierced his slender blood vessels again, and his red blood flowed into the XL blood bag along the transfusion tube.

The sharp pain came from his arm. Frederick's frail and tiny body twitched uncontrollably, and his eyelashes were fluttering continuously in pain.

He bit his lips.

Just a few more seconds and he could save a person's life.

His grandmother told him that his elder sister had already passed away and could never come back to life.

He wanted his sister to be alive so badly, but he couldn't save her. Now that his blood could save another person, he was most certainly willing to do so!

Once again, he was not afraid of pain as long as it could save someone's life.

He had already lost his sister. He couldn't stand anyone else losing their own family like him.

Frederick's face slowly became pale, and the transparent XL blood bag filled up.

His lips were getting paler and paler, its color fading from blood loss.

He gradually became weaker and gave up struggling.

"Director, do you still want to continue? If we were to continue to draw his blood, he would..." The nurse had some conscience in her. The kid would die if they proceeded.

"Do you want him to be dead, or do you want yourself to be dead? We're the ones in trouble if we don't have enough blood for the president's fiancée. Transfuse as much blood as possible as long as he's still alive!" The director said resolutely.

Hence, no matter how much empathy the nurse felt for Frederick, she could only continue.

After all, it was the president of the Sherratt Group who asked them to do so. They couldn't afford to disobey him.

Plus, they would be rewarded with a great deal of money if they performed well!

But it was also game over for them if they failed.

The blood continued to flow out of Frederick's body through the transfusion tube. His breathing became weaker and weaker, as if it was gonna stop any time now...

"Bang!"

The door of the blood collection room was kicked open!

Before the man who held Frederick down and the nurse could even react, they were already kicked a few meters away.

Everyone felt as if a gust of wind had passed through them.

Then, a girl of nineteen in a black suit gently picked up Frederick in her arms.

"It's fine. I'm here!"

"Ah..." The blood collection room was instantly filled with cries of agony, echoing throughout the entire room.

Meanwhile, Dorothy Rogers was oblivious to it.

She was enraged, looking at her younger brother in her arms, who fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

How dare they hurt her people?

If something happened to her brother, she would have them make up for it!

None of them could escape!

Dorothy held her brother in her arms gently and swiftly pulled out the needle on his arm. She then placed the blood into the processor and inserted a new transfusion tube for him so that the blood was transfused to him.

The bright red blood slowly returned to Frederick's body.

When she slowly raised her head, everyone in the room couldn't help but tremble. Their blood ran cold, and some even found it difficult to breathe.

Her rage was so enormous and terrifying.

It was the director who first regained composure. He pointed at Dorothy angrily and reprimanded her, "Who are you? Do you know where you are? Get lost!"

"Ah!"

Before the director could finish speaking, he was kicked to the wall and bounced back to fall in front of Dorothy.

No one could even see how exactly she had done it.

Dorothy stomped on the director's face mercilessly and kicked him away with disgust, as if she had stepped in dog feces.

Her eyes were cold and indifferent throughout the whole process.

There was only a momentary warmth in her eyes when she looked down at Frederick.

"D...Dorothy?"

There was finally a trace of blood on Frederick's delicate face as the blood returned to his body, and his voice was soft.

His vision gradually became clear as well.

The person in front of him seemed to be his elder sister!

Although she was different from his grandmother's description, and he had only seen her in photos, he was certain she was his elder sister!

"Yes?" Dorothy answered softly.

She rubbed his little head sweetly, and her once icy gaze softened like a warm ray of sunshine.

Standing at the doorway were Dorothy's three subordinates of many years. They looked at each other, confused, when they saw what had happened.

Was this still the same Dorothy they knew?

Although she always greeted everyone with a smile, it was all an illusion of deception.

Who would have imagined that the Female Devil, who was called a wolf in sheep's clothing, would have such a warm and friendly side?

All of a sudden, a group of well-built bodyguards in black surrounded the door to the blood collection room.

And immediately after, the men in black moved aside to make way.

Howard stepped out from behind. His face turned gloomy when he saw the blood return to Frederick's body and said, "Very well!"

These people were simply seeking death to think that it would be fine to mess with him in his territory!

He gestured and said coldly, "Get rid of them all!"

The group of bodyguards all entered at the same time.

They rubbed their hands and walked towards Dorothy and the others.

Dorothy didn't even bother to look. Her three subordinates behind her raised their eyebrows in disdain and made their move.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ah!! My hand is broken!"

"My leg... Help!"

Half a minute later, the room was steeped in chaos. The originally arrogant bodyguards were all lying on the ground, screaming in agony.

A flicker of surprise swept through Howard's gloomy eyes. He didn't expect the three people to be this capable of fighting.

He looked at the three calmly and said lightly, "You guys have impressive skills. It's a waste to be following that woman. You may work as my bodyguards from now on!"

"I'll pay you 10 million a year. What do you think?"

The three of them exchanged looks and sneered, as if they had heard the biggest joke.

Even Dorothy, who had been focused on her younger brother, couldn't help but frown slightly and look at him.

Her gaze was as if she were looking at an idiot.

Among the three, there was a man who was about twenty-three years old. He had beautiful phoenix-shaped eyes with a stern vibe.

He was one of Dorothy's three trusted subordinates from The Guardian, known as the Celestine Todd!

He parted his lips slightly, revealing an evil and unruly smile.

"10 million a year? Who do you think you're talking to?"