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    Corey held his gaze for a long moment and then waved him off. “You may leave.”


    Corrine had arranged to meet Jules at the military district the day before, so she left early that morning.


    When they pulled up to the military district’s affiliated hospital in Jules’ car, she frowned slightly. “This is where we’re recording the first aid techniques?”


    Jules shrugged. “Who knows? Since we’re here, we might as well take a look around.”


    Waiting at the entrance, Matthew Thompson—Aimee’s brother—stood tall, exuding formality.


    The moment Corrine stepped out of the car, he approached swiftly.


    “Miss Hond, I appreciate youing all this way.”


    “No need to be so formal,” Corrine responded with poised confidence.


    Her eyes drifted almost absently to the insignia on his shoulder. A shame he was a bit older. Otherwise, he might have shattered the record Jules had set in the military region.


    Jules, his hands shoved into his pockets, cast a nce at a nearby group. His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on inside?”


    A shadow passed through Matthew’s eyes as he recalled the recent incident. “A soldier fell from a height during training—fractured corbone and wrist. The military doctors said they couldn’t do much. Since Mr. Miller retired, skilled orthopedists have been scarce. He’s still around, but… he’s old. We didn’t want to trouble him. The younger doctors? Less experienced. When I mentioned the issue to my superior, the captain suggested you, so I took the liberty of reaching out.”


    As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Corrine with an almost imperceptible depth of emotion. If Corrine hadn’t chosen a different path back then, perhaps she would have be another legend in her own right. After all, she had trained under Nigel Miller himself.


    “Who’s the injured soldier?” Jules asked, his eyes flicking toward the high-ranking officials speaking nearby. It wasn’t every day they made an appearance.


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    “Sharpshooter Carson Jones,” Matthew answered. “He broke your records.”


    Jules let out a low chuckle. “Ah. That exins themotion.” As they spoke, the trio approached the ward.


    In front of the ward, the doctors hesitated for a split second upon seeing Corrine. This was the specialist Matthew had invited?


    But with Matthew personally escorting her, none dared to question her credentials. They quicklyid out the details of the soldier’s condition. Jules leaned in, murmuring, “Think you can handle it?”


    Corrine calmly met his gaze. “I’ll do my best.”


    A bone injury could take months to heal. If Carson’s recovery followed that timeline, the international exercise would be long over. Worse, even after surgery, there was no guarantee of a full recovery, considering the delicatework of nerves in his fingers.


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