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    “Five years. Thest time I saw you was during a mission,” Kason replied.


    His words were distant, but there was a faint trace of concern.


    Anson, unfazed by his detached tone, chuckled.


    “I heard the doctor who saved me is a stunning beauty. I hoped to thank her in person—maybe even see if something sparks—but she didn’t give me the chance.”


    Kason’s expression darkened slightly.


    “Don’t bother. She’s engaged.”


    “Oh? You know her? Wait, is that jealousy I hear? Don’t tell me you’ve got feelings for her?” Anson teased.


    “I’m here to check on you, not to entertain nonsense. If you keep talking like this, I’ll leave right now.”


    “Alright, alright.” Ansonughed and raised his hands in surrender. But the movement identally aggravated his wound, making him wince in pain.


    Momentster, he added,


    “Still, I have to admit, Dr. Wilson is incredible. They say the Commander’s recovery is entirely thanks to her. Truly remarkable.”


    People naturally admired strength, and skilled doctorsmanded even greater respect.


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    Kason remained silent, his gaze distant as he fiddled with his fingers. Sometimes, a single wrong choice left no room for redemption. He couldn’t help but wonder—if he had brought Norah to the Hayes family back then, would things have turned out differently?


    The lighthearted teasing faded, and Anson’s tone turned serious.


    “Kason, listen to mee back. I know about your injury, but training recruits at the base is far better than sitting idle.”


    Kason had once been a top soldier, and his early retirement was a blow to the military.


    “I’ll think about it,” Kason said, his voice low.


    It was the first time he hadn’t outright refused, and that glimmer of hope motivated Anson to keep persuading him. They had served together for years, and Anson deeply admired him. Seeing Kason retire prematurely was something he couldn’t ept.


    Norah paid no mind to minor issues during her stay at the military district, keeping herself upied at the hospital. Her n was simple—leave once the Commander’s condition stabilized.


    “Dr. Wilson, I owe you my life for your help.” The Commander’s voice was weak but steady as he leaned against the headboard of his luxurious hospital bed. His recovery was evident, with his once-paleplexion showing signs of vitality. “If there’s anything you wish for, just say it. As long as it’s reasonable, I’ll make it happen,” he added firmly.


    There were only three people in the room, including his trusted aide, which was a testament to the level of trust he ced in Norah.


    Grateful for her life-saving efforts, the Commander had been deliberating on the best way to repay her. With her global reputation, wealth, and influence, ordinary tokens of gratitude seemed inadequate. So, he ced the choice in her hands, willing to grant any reasonable request.


    His status in the country was paramount, and his words carried significant weight.


    Norah smiled, her tone calm and confident. “Since you’re offering, I’d like to coborate with the government on pharmaceutical production.” She outlined the effectiveness of remedies like the Rejuvenation Powder and Body-Nourishing Pill, which bore the mark of the Supernatural Doctor.


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