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 cushion.
Not skilled at offering comfort, Hera replied 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?"
Aaron was stunned.
He had come to fetch Hera so she could see Bernard one last time in case Bernard didn't make it. He hadn't expected her to perform surgery on him.
From Johnson, Aaron learned that Hera practiced medicine and was treating Bernard with alternative medicine.
However, removing a bullet required modern medical skills, and Bernard's condition was so critical that even Johnson and the doctors in the hospital doubted they could succeed. He pondered how Hera could possibly complete such a challenging surgery.
"What are you waiting for?"
Hera glared at him, prompting him to act on her instructions.
"Got it!"
Sensing her urgency, Aaron quickly contacted Johnson.
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