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    With Lamont stabilized, she moved swiftly, inserting an IV and initiating chtion therapy to flush the poison from his bloodstream. As the treatment coursed through him, the dark stain faded from his face and traveled down his arm, gathering ominously in his hand. Once the discoloration deepened to ck, she made a clean incision at his palm, allowing the built-up toxins to drain safely, all carried out in pristine, sterile precision.


    Leaving the poison inside would have been a death sentence. Even with a cure, he wouldn’t havested more than three days.


    Stepping into the spotlight had never been Elena’s n. But when N used Pill B, the very form she had once crafted—to harm someone, she could no longer stand idle.


    Oblivious to the crowd now gathered beyond the ss wall, Elena remained focused as she began the detox process.


    The Healer had always been a phantom, a name whispered in operating rooms and research circles. The Healer’s trademark technique—minimally invasive yet astonishingly effective—had be something of a medical myth.


    Whatever uncertainty had lingered in the observers’ minds dissolved in that moment. There was no denying it now. The woman behind the ss was the Healer.


    Light returned to Glenn’s expression as realization dawned. The famous Healer, the one hidden behind rumor and awe, was a young woman. It almost defied belief. He’d never imagined he’d live to see her, let alone witness her work her magic.


    Firsthand. A moment like this didn’te twice. Lamont would recover from her operation. Emotionced Glenn’s words as he nearly choked on the truth. “She’s here. The Healer… It’s really her!”


    The room exploded with gasps and astonishment, awe stamped across every face.


    “Is this real life? Are we dreaming right now?”


    “No one else on earth could’ve performed that surgery. She’s the genuine article—I couldn’t even dream of reaching that level.”


    “Here? In our hospital? The actual Healer? This is unreal!”


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    Across the hall, N’s hand froze over her abdomen. Healer? That was supposed to be Commander Rayne. Wasn’t he stationed in Tauledo? How could he be here now, operating on Lamont?


    Drawn by instinct, she moved closer, confusion tightening in her chest until her eyesnded on the figure behind the ss. The sight hit her like a gut punch. That wasn’t Commander Rayne. None of it made sense. If this was the Healer standing in that room, her assumption that Commander Rayne was the Healer had been wrong all along.


    A wave of disbelief crashed over N. If that was the case, then every im she’d made, every carefully woven thread, was on the verge of unravelingpletely. She couldn’t make sense of it. The Healer was supposed to be a mystery, someone whose identity was cloaked in secrecy—never seen, never confirmed. So, why did the Healer suddenly appear now, performing surgery in in sight? Her thoughts spun in circles, every theory more confusing than thest.


    Just as N tried to make sense of the situation, the lights inside the OR blinked off. The operation was finished.


    A shift crossed N’s face as tension coiled in her chest. She instinctively stepped back, melting into the shadowed corner of the hallway.


    Over by the ss, Glenn stood trembling. His eyes shimmered, overwhelmed with emotion, fixed on the OR door—waiting. But after what felt like an eternity, no one emerged. When someone finally peeked inside again, the room was already deserted. The Healer had vanished—gone without a trace.


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