Chapter SEVENTY
Author: Pen thinker
last update2024-12-31 19:10:50

The hum of activity at Serenity's legion base was momentarily interrupted by a wave of murmurs and applause from the medical wing. Elvis, his sleeves rolled up and his focus unwavering, had just completed the successful treatment of a rare and complex condition that had stumped the base’s doctors for weeks.

A young soldier, previously thought to have no chance of recovery, now showed promising signs of improvement under Elvis’s meticulous care.

The gathered medical professionals, a mix of those trained in both traditional and modern medicine, exchanged looks of admiration.

One of the senior legion doctors, a grizzled man with decades of experience, approached with a nod of respect.

“I’ve seen many talented physicians in my career,” the doctor began, his tone earnest, “but your ability to integrate different disciplines is remarkable. You’ve given this soldier a chance we never thought possible.”

Hearing what the head legion doctor just said.

Elvis straightened, a faint flush of pri
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