Elias Vance took the medical file casually, glanced at it for no more than two seconds, and handed it back with an indifferent nod. "You're the expert. Arrange it however you see fit."
"What kind of bullshit expert is he compared to the Dr. Ashford I brought in from Valoria City?" Vincent Beaumont barked from across the corridor, his voice carrying the entitled edge of a man accustomed to buying his way into relevance.
Dr. Harrison Mercer turned at the outburst, and at that same moment, Dr. Byron Ashford caught sight of the man standing beside Elena Croft's gurney. The color drained from Ashford's face. He froze mid-step, mouth slightly open, as though he had just seen a ghost.
If Elias Vance was the god soldiers prayed to on the battlefield, then Harrison Mercer occupied the exact same
