The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 357

Even though he knew Raven was trying to comfort him, Miles smiled and played along. “My dear, Raven, could never be anything less than extraordinary!”

As he finished speaking, a sharp glint of coldness flickered in his eyes. Once his body recovered, he would make those beasts who had humiliated his precious granddaughter pay the price.

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Just then, the door to the operating room was opened. Around seven people entered the ward hastily. At the front was a middle–aged doctor, appearing to be in his fifties.

When his gaze landed on Miles, who was lying on the operating table with a pale complexion but clearly in much better condition, a flicker of astonishment flashed in his eyes. However, it was soon replaced by a look of relief.

“Captain Henderson, how are you feeling?” he asked, his tone calm yet respectful.

“Thank you for your concern, President Monroe. I’m feeling much better now,” Miles replied with a faint nod.

“Good to hear that.” Kurt turned to his team and instructed, “Transfer Captain Henderson to the patient ward. Make sure to take turns keeping an eye on him.”

The doctors immediately nodded in agreement, their movements swift and efficient. Two male doctors stepped forward, carefully transferring Miles onto a mobile hospital bed before wheeling him out of the operating room.

Outside the ward, over a dozen of Miles’s subordinates, their minor injuries already treated, stood waiting anxiously.

Seeing Miles was wheeled out, Damian rushed forward, his face tight with worry. Turning to Raven, he asked concernedly, How’s the colonel doing?”

“He’s all fine now.” Hearing Raven’s words, Damian and the soldiers nearby visibly relaxed, letting out quiet sighs of relief. “Move aside! Out of the way!” The two male doctors pushing Miles’s hospital bed snapped coldly, their tone sharp and impatient as they saw the soldiers crowding around.

Without waiting for a response, they shoved the bed forward, the wheels screeching as it slammed into the soldiers with a dull thud.

Damian and two other soldiers stumbled back, clutching their sides as they tried to steady themselves, their faces briefly contorted in pain. Meanwhile, Raven frowned slightly at the sight, her displeasure evident.

Despite being knocked aside, Damian and the others merely steadied themselves, clutching their bruised sides as they silently followed behind the bed. Their lack of reaction spoke volumes. They looked as if they were used to such treatment. A crowd of medical staff had gathered around them, watching the commotion with varying expressions–some curious, others indifferent.

Many of them cast peculiar glances at Miles, their eyes filled with disdain and faint amusement. “How many times has he been sent here now?” Someone muttered, their voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Who’s keeping count? If it’s not hundreds, it’s at least seventy or eighty times,” another replied with a sneer.

“At this rate, his hospital visits could make history. Anyone who doesn’t know better might think he’s made some grand contribution to the country!” The laughter that followed was sharp and derisive.

“Don’t be so harsh. He killed few enemies. If he didn’t get sent here so often, how else would the higher–ups know how‘ hard‘ he’s been fighting on the battlefield?” The sarcasm in their voice was clear, drawing chuckles from the crowd.

As the last comment landed, the surrounding doctors and nurses shook their heads in amusement, their disdain for Miles evident.