She quickly typed back, "Don't tell me you're back!"
The message had barely been sent, and before a reply could come, the distinct sound of footsteps echoed from the elevator hall again—steady, rhythmic, and powerful, the unmistakable cadence of a military officer.
They grew closer.
Eleanor instinctively looked up.
A tall, imposing figure was striding toward the operating room. He was dressed in a crisp, dark green military uniform, the insignia on his shoulders glinting under the lights. It was Mansfield.
He was really here.
Eleanor was so surprised she shot to her feet and walked toward him.
Faye's eyes widened in astonishment when she saw Mansfield. She had only ever seen this powerful man from a distance; she never imagined he would show up here. Laura didn't know who he was, but she couldn't help staring, though she quickly lowered her gaze after a few moments. The man was like the sun—so brilliant he was hard to look at directly.
"What are you doing back?" Eleanor asked in a hushed, surprised tone.
"Official business," Mansfield replied, his voice equally low. "I came to see your mentor while I was here."
Eleanor looked at him doubtfully. Was it really just official business?
Mansfield's gaze swept over her face, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"How is she?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Still in surgery," Eleanor said, turning her head to look at the illuminated sign above the operating room door. "It's a complex procedure, so it's going to take some time."
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