Chapter 336:
Yashiro took it and moved to a corner. As he flipped through the pages, his face darkened. The air in the room thickened. Trevor craned his neck, trying to see.
The file held records of the veterans’ medical service in the Navy.
Yashiro’s hands trembled as he read. Every line was a gut punch.
“Lennie Brown, chief doctor of the Sharkclaw Unit — pioneered Hydrated Intradermal Suturing. Performed 17 abdominal surgeries during a hurricane. Zero casualties.”
“Anthea Wallace, director of Naval Field Hospital — developed the Quick Hemostasis Technique. Completed 32 amputations without anesthesia.”
Page after page told of impossible feats in extreme conditions.
“2018 Hurricane Rescue, ‘Project Gale Echo’ — converted fishing boat parts into bone drills for fracture surgeries.”
“2020 Emerald Sea Conflict — repaired a cardiac wound using wire on a rocking ship.”
The final page bore a military seal. “All listed personnel hold wartime physician certifications. Their emergency skills exceed those of specialists in civilian hospitals.”
Cold sweat formed on Yashiro’s brow. The file slipped from his hands. Trevor scrambled to pick it up. His hands shook as he read. “This… this isn’t real.”
“Not real? They’ve saved more lives than you’ve ever seen.” Brad’s tone was as cold as ice.
A woman in glasses clutched the file, refusing to let go. But when she read the line — Anthea: fastest battlefield amputation, 3 minutes 28 seconds — her legs buckled.
“Three minutes?” she whispered. As a medical student, she knew the weight of that record.
Rylie stepped forward, took the file from them, and looked at Trevor. “Still think they’re not qualified to be doctors?”
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The mediation room was dead silent. The job applicants looked completely defeated.
Suddenly, Trevor snapped, “So what if they had skills back then? Those documents are ancient. How many of them even practice medicine now?” His outburst sparked agreement. A man beside him added, “Exactly! They might’ve been something once, but they’re old now. Can they even hold a scalpel properly?”
Rylie remained calm. “You’re not entirely wrong. But let’s be clear — the veterans haven’t even gone through the entrance assessment yet. And here you are, already calling them frauds. Who’s really doing the slandering?”
Before Trevor or the others could speak, Rylie continued with a faint smile. “I haven’t tested them, that’s true. But one thing I do know — they’ll never forget what they learned. Their skills are part of who they are. Meanwhile, you wave around fancy certificates but can’t hold a candle to them where it counts.”
“You!” The job seekers were fuming.
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