The field medic assisted Yara Quillan, and he had never seen a woman confront a human brain with such calm, clean precision.
From suturing the back of the head to setting the ribs in his chest, she moved as if she had practiced it countless times. Her motions were so deft and elegant, it looked less like she was performing surgery and more like she was doing embroidery, completing a work of art.
Only when Yara Quillan had completed the entire operation did the field medic snap back to reality.
He stared at the scene in utter disbelief. Replaying what had just happened in his mind, it all felt like a dream. 'If this technique were used on the battlefield, then...'
"Barring any complications, he'll wake up tomorrow morning." Yara Quillan looked exhausted. She was already prone to drowsiness these days, and her health wasn't great to begin with. After concentrating for so long during the surgery, it was no wonder she was tired.
