Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320:

After Lowe’s report, a flicker of something unreadable flashed in Elton’s eyes, but when he spoke, his tone was laced with concern.

“How could this happen? Didn’t Andrew go to find Dr. Mia?”

Lowe’s expression was grim.

“Dr. Mia’s whereabouts are uncertain. Even if Andrew manages to locate her, I’m afraid Commander Thatcher won’t be able to hold on that long.”

Elton’s face tensed with worry once more. After a long silence, he finally said, “Lowe, make the arrangements. We’re going to the hospital to see Commander Thatcher.”

“Yes, sir.”

By the time Elton and Lowe arrived at the military hospital, a fruit basket in hand, the atmosphere in the ward was heavy.

Elton’s gaze lingered on Denby’s gaunt face before shifting to Andrew. He hesitated, then slowly reached out to pat Andrew’s shoulder.

Andrew, however, took a step back and spoke softly.

“Lieutenant General Avila, you don’t need to worry about my grandfather. He’ll be fine.”

Elton, feigning concern while secretly relieved, was momentarily caught off guard by Andrew’s certainty.

“Andrew… are you in too much grief to see the reality of things?”

“Lieutenant General Avila, I’m not grieving. Because I’ve already found Dr. Mia,” Andrew said.

Elton stiffened.

“What?”

As Andrew’s words settled in the air, the door to the ward swung open. A woman in a white coat, her face concealed by a mask and glasses, stepped inside.

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Elton’s gaze followed her intently as she moved to Denby’s bedside, carrying a drip bottle and preparing to administer it. Uncertainty crept into Elton’s voice.

“Who is this?”

Andrew didn’t hesitate.

“This is Dr. Mia.”

Madisyn, still adjusting the IV, glanced up at Elton and gave him a slight nod.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

Elton was so stunned by the sudden turn of events that he momentarily forgot to blink. His mouth opened, but words failed him.

“Dr. Mia, I’ve heard of your exceptional medical skills, but I never imagined Andrew would be able to bring you here so quickly. Tell me—can Commander Thatcher really be saved?”

Madisyn arched a brow slightly, her tone calm yet unwavering.

“Mr. Klein and I are well acquainted, so of course, I take his invitation seriously. As for whether Commander Thatcher can be cured…” She let the silence stretch for just a second longer before continuing, “With me here, there’s no issue. I’ll stabilize his condition today, begin treatment tomorrow, and in three days, he’ll wake up.”

At her unshaken confidence, Elton’s heart sank.

He forced himself to maintain the concerned façade, but a rising anxiety gnawed at him.

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