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He had also received additional intelligence that night—the military base had suffered a breach, and the intruder was still atrge. Connecting these threads, he began suspecting that El was the intruder.
He sent another text to probe deeper. “The Ninth Prison contains high-risk criminals. What crime did your friendmit? I’m in Yoswye—perhaps I know this person.”
Elena’s eyes flickered. This guy was testing her. “You wouldn’t know him.”
Lance pressed harder. “I maintain considerable influence in Yoswye and know countless individuals. Share the name—maybe I genuinely know this person? El, is this friend of yours merely someone you made up in your story?”
Elena’s eyes narrowed dangerously. SecondBest was practically using her of being the intruder trapped in the Ninth Prison earlier. He imed to have considerable influence in…
Yoswye and possessed extensive knowledge about the military’s firewall, even knowing she had cracked the Ninth Prison’s lock. This man clearly wielded significant power.
She typed curtly, “Believe whatever suits you—I’m logging off.”
Lance panicked and fired off several messages. “Wait, El, don’t leave yet! I haven’t finished speaking!”
“I mean no harm—please don’t misunderstand.”
“El? Are you still there?”
Elena had already powered down her phone.
Without receiving a response, Lance copsed backward in frustration.
Departing so abruptly suggested El was definitely hiding something crucial. The thought of El being in Yoswye sent excitement coursing through him. If he could locate El, might he finally meet his idol face-to-face?
El remained his hero, and encountering El would fulfill his greatest dream. If that happened, he would be the first Pantheon member—excluding their group leader—to meet El personally. By then, Avo would burn with envy. The thought brought a satisfied chuckle to his lips.
Alistair approached carrying a nket, intending to find Lance. Seeing Lanceughing alone, he startled and retreated to his own room. He assumed Lance had lost his sanity.
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The following day, Elena performed intricate heart-repair surgery on the King. The procedure demanded extraordinary skill, and Dewayne, apanied by cardiologists from Gleyross Hospital, arrived to observe. Witnessing Healer perform surgery up close was a rare opportunity, and everyone remained focused, terrified of missing a single moment.
Elena wore her surgical mask, expression unchanged, hands moving with unwavering precision as she avoided critical areas and stitched microscopic, easily overlooked wounds.
The cardiologists couldn’tprehend her technique—not a single visible stitch remained.
“Healer truly deserves her reputation—her hands possess incredible steadiness!”
“I’ve performed surgeries my entire career, yet I cannot achieve this level of mastery.”
Dewayne’s face darkened at the flowing praise aimed at Elena.
Following the surgery, everyone gazed at Elena with profound awe; some even requested her autograph.
Tinsley expressed heartfelt gratitude. “Healer, you saved my father’s life. You are Yoswye’s most honored guest. From this moment forward, you may remain at the pce as long as you desire. You will always find wee in Yoswye.”
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