The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

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-scurious, 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.

"Everyone in the military knows Captain Henderson has been all about appearances these past few years,"

someone remarked, their voice tinged with contempt.

"His soldiers might have decent records, but he? Not only has he failed to improve his achievements, but he

keeps getting injured and sent to the hospital. It's pathetic." The disdain in their tone was palpable, cutting

through the air.

"A soldier without even the most basic accomplishments. No matter how desperate he seems, he will only ever

be seen as a failure!" The words hung in the room, echoing the collective sentiment.

Suddenly, a female doctor in her thirties let out a cold laugh her voice slicing through the chatter like ice. "How

many enemies do you say? You're underestimating a Successfully unlocked! Captain Henderson claimed he had

killed over a thousandser

who supervised that girl's surgery. He said

The moment her words fell, the crowd turned to her in unison, their expressions a mix of disbelief and mockery.

The room seemed to buzz with unspoken thoughts.

At that instant, a single thought flashed through everyone's mind. 'A thousand enemies? Is he delusional? Has

Miles gone

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mad?’

Even Lionel, the prominent figure of the Southwest War Zone, hasn't taken down

a thousand enemies. Yet Miles, a low- ranking soldier, had the nerve to claim he'd

killed over a thousand. It was complete nonsense.

'If that's not madness, then what is?" they pondered.

Soon, a composed doctor frowned and spoke, "A thousand kills? Did Captain Henderson say that himself?"

The female doctor replied, "Dr. McKenna is known for being reliable. If he said it, then it's likely true."

The room fell into a brief silence before someone muttered, "Did Captain Henderson's injury mess with his head

this time?" "Exactly! Everyone knows that if Captain Henderson could rack up sreal achievements, he'd

already be promoted to colonel. Killing a thousand enemies isn't something you pull off overnight. Why is he still

stuck as a low-rank soldier if he's so capable?" "Forget being a low-ranking soldier. If he were that amazing, he'd

have replaced Lionel as the commander of the Southwest War Zone by now!"

As the last person finished speaking, several others frowned. Their expressions showed clear disapproval. "Lionel

is the pride of every soldier in the Southwest. He's one of Vyrdenia's greatest heroes, and you're comparing him

to someone like Miles?

"Does Miles deserve to stand on the sground as him?"

"Exactly! One hides behind his subordinates, using their sacrifices to climb the ranks and faking injuries to get

attention from the top brass-a total trash. The other leads from the front, with achievements no one can match.

He's a true war hero. There's no comparison at all! If you ask me-"

Before the nurse could finish her sentence, a cold voice cut through the air, silencing everyone, "Who did you