Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 137

Upon hearing Aaron’s report on Bernard’s current condition, Hera felt a sob catch in her throat, leaving her at a loss for words. It was as though a surge of emotion fluttered through her heart, making her feel suffocated.

So Bernard hadn’t been contacting her or even replying to her messages because he was in dire condition. She wondered why he couldn’t have more faith in her medical skills.

*Actually, Bernard had retired from the frontline due to health reasons. However, our team found itself on a challenging mission, and we had no choice but to request his support.

“It’s all my fault. I knew he wasn’t fit for the mission, yet I still requested him. He was shot because I failed to cover him,” Aaron blamed himself, his fist landing heavily on the

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Not skilled at offering comfort, Hera ceplied awkwardly, “Don’t blame yourself. It was his decision.”

Aaron nodded in understanding. They had been comrades–in–arms for over nine years. If Bernard were to ask for his assistance, he would agree without hesitation, even in the face of great danger.

“Have Johnson and the other doctors prepare the operating room. I’ll need a set of silver needles as well. We’ll begin the surgery as soon as we land,” Hera instructed.

“Huh?

Amon was stunned

last time in

Hera practiced medicine and was treating Dernard

even Johnson and the doctors in the hospital

are you waiting

him, prompting him to act

her urgency, Aaron quickly

informing her that she wouldn’t be home

silently praying, “Hang in there, Bernard. I’m on

secret military hospital. Aaron led Hera straight to the meeting room next to the operating room, where Johnson and several doctors were in

Hera, who appeared to be barely of age, the doctors couldn’t help but wonder if she was capable of performing surgery on

condition. He had prepared the surgical antiseptics and the silver needles she had requested. They were already set aside for her

assistants do you need?” Johnson asked.

out of illness before, Johnson was confident she could bring him back

be sufficient,” Hera replied, having confirmed the bullet’s

up her long hair and disinfected herself. Donned in surgical sterile clothing, she