Ryker clenched the doctor's wrist with a grip that betrayed his desperation. He knew getting to a hospital was out of the question in these conditions. Even the camp's rescue team wouldn't fare much better. He slowly released the doctor. In a low, gravelly voice, he said, "Go ahead. Do it."

The doctor pulled out her surgical tools and set to work on lan's wound.

"Hemostat!"

"Forceps."

"Sutures."

"Gauze."

Ryker stood by, effectively her assistant.

The doctor seemed barely in her twenties, yet her surgical technique was smooth and professional, which took Ryker somewhat by surprise.

An hour later, the bullet was removed from lan, and the wound stitched up. Only then did the doctor straighten up, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. She said, "He needs complete rest for at least three days. He's got organ damage; no food allowed for now."

then added a simple

It's my job. Besides, he got

met hers as he handed her a bottle

much been like

yourself choose to be a Doctors Without Borders physician here? Aren't you scared of dying in such

faintly. "Healing the sick and injured is my calling. It's

drink, the untouched

For a seemingly delicate young woman, she had a backbone of steel. She was alone in this place, a

never thought much of anyone, felt something stir within him. In his deep voice, he asked, "The

"Yolanda."

vigil

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Ryker climbed into the vehicle, he turned to look at Yolanda, uttering a solemn 'farewell'

Meanwhile...

post-surgery, Casey awoke. Clara's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed a

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