Chapter 1300

Chapter 1300:

“Darling, you know what? This is also the sweetest apple pie I’ve ever had.”

Back at home, Madisyn changed into something comfortable before heading to the study. She pulled out her medical notes along with an array of books, some focused on traditional techniques.

In the following half-month, she threw herself into studying medicine, determined to sharpen her skills.

Andrew, ever observant, had been watching her dedication in silence.

After finishing his work, he walked over and took a seat beside her.

“Honey, is there anything I can help you with?”

Madisyn, who had been compiling treatment plans for old injuries, paused to think. Then, she looked at him seriously.

“Andrew, do you know anyone with old injuries? Preferably between the ages of fifty and sixty?”

To be considered an old injury, the person couldn’t be too young. After weeks of intense study, combined with her existing expertise, she was confident that if the patient was at least a decade younger than Denby, she could manage their treatment without hesitation.

Denby’s case was severe. Before treating him, Madisyn wanted to refine her approach by offering free treatments to others with similar conditions. Perhaps, in the process, she could discover a breakthrough that would help Denby recover.

Andrew took a moment to consider her request.

“When do you need them? And how many people at once?”

Madisyn mulled it over before replying, “A group of people. They can all come at once. But I’ll assess their conditions first. After that, I’ll prioritize treating those with more severe or unique injuries. This needs to be explained to them beforehand.”

Andrew nodded.

“Understood. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of it.”

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“Thank you, Andrew.”

With that matter settled, Madisyn felt an undeniable sense of relief wash over her.

Thinking of Andrew’s efficiency, she carefully listed the necessary equipment and medicines for the treatment process. She also made special arrangements for an operating room and a ward in the hospital under Johns Group.

At the military district, in an office, Andrew, holding the files of retired veterans, expressed his gratitude to Elton.

“Lieutenant General Avila, I truly appreciate your help.”

Elton casually waved it off.

“With your position, you could have easily obtained this information yourself. I just happened to cross your path, so it saved some time. But I’m curious, Andrew—what exactly are you planning to do with these veterans’ files?”

Andrew didn’t inquire further into the specifics of Madisyn’s treatment of these veterans. So, he simply explained, “The Klein Group is pulling a batch of products from the market, and I was hoping to see if they’d be appropriate for donation to veteran welfare organizations. I need an update on their current conditions.”

Elton’s expression softened.

“That’s admirable, Andrew. I’ll convey my thanks to you on behalf of the veterans.”

“It’s the least I can do, Lieutenant General Avila. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

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