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The General's Daughter: The Mission

Chapter 185: The Reluctant Surgeon · Nov 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Past Catching Up 2026-11-05
152 Chapter 152: Left Alone 2026-11-05
153 Chapter 153: The Passport To The Past 2026-11-05
154 Chapter 154: The Passport to the Past 2 2026-11-05
155 Chapter 155: The Past That Refused To Be Remembered 2026-11-05
156 Chapter 156: The Sword Master and the Warrior Princess 2026-11-05
157 Chapter 157: Tension In The Air 2026-11-05
158 Chapter 158: The Uninvited Guest 2026-11-05
159 Chapter 159: The Uninvited Guest 2 2026-11-05
160 Chapter 160: Fragments That Bleed 2026-11-05
161 Chapter 161: The Patriarch 2026-11-05
162 Chapter 162: The Patriarch 2 2026-11-05
163 Chapter 163: The Legend 2026-11-05
164 Chapter 164: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2026-11-05
165 Chapter 165: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2 2026-11-05
166 Chapter 166: The Seed Of Doubt 2026-11-05
167 Chapter 167: Old Acquaintance 2026-11-05
168 Chapter 168: Rekindling Old Flames 2026-11-05
169 Chapter 169: Rekindling Old Flames 2 2026-11-05
170 Chapter 170: The Protective Brother 2026-11-05
171 Chapter 171: A Brother’s Suspicion 2026-11-05
172 Chapter 172: The Space Between Them 2026-11-05
173 Chapter 173: The Weight Of What Was Lost 2026-11-05
174 Chapter 174: The Weight Of The Past 2026-11-05
175 Chapter 175: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2026-11-05
176 Chapter 176: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2 2026-11-05
177 Chapter 177: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 3 2026-11-05
178 Chapter 178: The Morning After 2026-11-05
179 Chapter 179: The Scare 2026-11-05
180 Chapter 180: The Venom of Jealousy 2026-11-05
181 Chapter 181: Her Ancestry 2026-11-05
182 Chapter 182: Unspoken Claims 2026-11-05
183 Chapter 183: Liam and Amelia 2026-11-05
184 Chapter 184: Yannis and Lara 2026-11-05
185 Chapter 185: The Reluctant Surgeon 2026-11-05
186 Chapter 186: Her Doubts 2026-11-05
187 Chapter 187: A Walk With Yannis 2026-11-05
188 Chapter 188: The Forged Weapon 2026-11-05
189 Chapter 189: Amelia’s Defiance 2026-11-05
190 Chapter 190: Liam’s Apprehension 2026-11-05
191 Chapter 191: The DNA Test 2026-11-05
192 Chapter 192: The Weight of a Name 2026-11-05
193 Chapter 193: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2026-11-05
194 Chapter 194: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2 2026-11-05
195 Chapter 195: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 3 2026-11-05
196 Chapter 196: The DNA Test Results 2026-11-05
197 Chapter 197: Shay’s New Daddy? 2026-11-05
198 Chapter 198: Father and Daughter Moments 2026-11-05
199 Chapter 199: Lara The Empress 2026-11-05
200 Chapter 200: She Remembered! 2026-11-05

She drew in a shaky breath, trying to anchor herself but the man did not stop convulsing.

He convulsed violently.

The table rattled.

Lara stumbled back, horror flooding her face, her mind blanking in an instant.

”I—”

”Don’t panic.”

Yannis again. His voice firm and grounding.

”Look at me, Lara.”

She did.

”Breathe. Then continue.”

Her lungs burned as she forced air in, then out. Again. Again.

The chaos dulled at the edges.

Her hands steadied.

This time, when she moved, there was no hesitation.

The needle pierced skin cleanly.

In. Through. Out.

Each motion deliberate. Each stitch precise.

She worked faster now, but not reckless—controlled, just as she’d been told.

Guiding, not forcing.

Until finally she was done.

The last knot tightened.

The wound closed. The bleeding stopped.

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Then the man’s body slackened.

Too still.

Lara’s stomach dropped.

”No—”

He wasn’t breathing.

In the background, Artemio’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze darkening.

Did I push too far?

That man was one of his best. A loyal spy.

Losing him would not be a small loss.

But Lara was already moving. No hesitation this time.

She climbed onto the side of the table, hands locking into position over the man’s chest.

Push.

One, two, three—

Her palms drove down with practiced force.

Again.

Then again.

”Come on...” she whispered under her breath.

She tilted his head back, sealed her mouth over his, forced air into his lungs.

There was no hesitation in her movement. No shyness, just pure determination.

Then back to compressions.

Rhythm. Pressure. Breath.

A cycle she knew too well.

A cycle she trusted.

Seconds stretched into something unbearable...and then the man jerked.

A ragged gasp tore from his throat.

He was breathing.

Lara sagged back, her strength draining all at once.

Behind her, both Yannis and Artemio released quiet breaths they hadn’t realized they’d been holding.

Relief. It was heavy and real.

But Lara barely registered it.

The adrenaline that had carried her through shattered, leaving her exhausted.

Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled.

She stumbled to the chair beside the metal bed and dropped into it, gripping the edge as if the world might tilt without warning.

If she hadn’t sat, she would have collapsed.

Her hands were still trembling.

Her chest was still tight.

But one thought cut through the haze, clear and undeniable.

She made it. She didn’t fail.

...

After that ordeal, there was no turning back.

Lara enrolled in medicine. Not as an obligation. Not as an expectation.

But as a choice.

She buried herself in anatomy, in surgical theory, in every discipline that would teach her how to hold a life in her hands—

and not lose it.

...

They broke past the last line of trees, and the world opened.

Cool wind rushed to meet them, brushing against Lara’s skin, lifting stray strands of her hair as if trying to wake her from something deeper than thought.

She inhaled sharply.

The present snapped back into place.

For a moment, she just stood there, letting the breeze steady her—anchor her.

Then, quietly—

”You were the one who taught me surgery back then.”

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

Yannis stilled.

He turned to her, slow, deliberate, as if afraid the movement might shatter something fragile between them.

”You remembered?” he asked.

There was something in his eyes—sharp, searching, hoping.

Not the loud kind, but the dangerous kind.

Lara didn’t notice.

Or maybe she did, and didn’t understand it.

”Yeah,” she said, her gaze drifting past him, caught somewhere far behind the present. ”That time... my first surgery.”

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, as if remembering the weight of a needle.

”I almost lost him. The man we pulled out of Fengsel Prison.”

The memory flickered behind her eyes—blood, panic, the suffocating pressure of failure.

”I thought he was going to die.”

A heavy silence followed.

Yannis’s expression darkened, the fragile light in his eyes snuffing out as quickly as it had appeared.

His jaw tightened.

Of all things, that was what she remembered.

Not the long hours. Not the quiet guidance.

Not the moments that had nothing to do with survival or desperation.

Just that night. Just the near-failure.

He looked away.

”So,” he said flatly, ”that’s what stayed with you.”

Unspoken words hung thick in the air.

Not me. Not us.

Not the long nights after she healed.

Not the quiet victories.

Just a memory carved from someone almost dying in her hands.

Not the way she used to look at him every time he pulled her from the gates of hell, like he was something steady in a world that never was.

Yannis turned his gaze toward the horizon, but he saw none of it. The open sky, the wind, the distant stretch of land—it all blurred into nothing.

Because all he could see was her.

Not the woman standing beside him now, but the girl she used to be.

Stubborn and relentless.

Terrified of failing...hungry for familial love.

He remembered the way she would grit her teeth at every start of a procedure but push through anyway.

The way she would look at him after—not for praise but for reassurance.

Why could she not remember?

The hours he spent guiding her hands without touching them.

Not the nights he stayed awake, watching over her work, correcting every mistake before it became fatal.

Not the quiet moments when she would sit beside him, exhausted, and still refuse to leave.

A bitter thought crept in before he could stop it.

Was that all I ever was to you?

A lesson? A moment?

Something tied to a mistake you survived?

His jaw tightened.

No. That wasn’t fair. She lost her memories.

He knew that.

He had told himself—over and over again—that he would accept whatever pieces of him remained in her mind.

Even if there were none.

Even if he became nothing more than a stranger standing too close.

But knowing it...

wasn’t the same as feeling it.

His hand curled slightly at his side.

Because some part of him—weak, foolish, stubborn—had hoped.

That she would remember something more.

Something him.

The way she used to say his name.

The way she trusted him without question.

The way she chose to stay.

Yannis closed his eyes briefly, steadying himself.

He chided himself for losing control.

When he opened them again, whatever had surfaced was already buried.

As it always was.

”Then at least,” he said quietly, his voice even once more, ”you remembered something useful.”

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