She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 259

Douglas looked at the man responsible for ruining his daughter’s birthday and, for once, his anger thinned into something closer to resignation.

“Lucian Shapiro,” he said. “If he came in person, it means this isn’t simple. Watch yourself.”

The mediation room door opened.

Oscar spotted his uncle and lit up like a drowning man seeing shore. He rushed forward. “Unc—Chief Xavier! Tell them! Blossom Hospital is scamming government money and discriminating against us. The investigation is already clear. These soldiers are trying to twist the truth!”

“Shut up!” Xavier roared, loud enough to make Oscar flinch backward and clamp his mouth shut.

Xavier turned to Lucian with a strained, deferential smile. “Admiral Shapiro… I’m not sure what went wrong with my officers’ handling of the Blossom Hospital fraud case.”

Lucian handed him a thick stack of documents. “Read.”

Xavier took them and stepped aside. The more he flipped, the uglier his expression became. The air in the room grew heavy, suffocating.

Oscar craned his neck, trying to see.

The pages weren’t civilian résumés. They were military medical records—detailed logs of surgeries performed at sea, under fire, in storms, on rolling decks.

Xavier’s fingers trembled as he turned each sheet. Every page landed like a hammer to the chest.

“Trevor, chief combat medic, Hydra Strike Unit. Developed ‘wet-field scarless suturing.’ Completed seventeen abdominal surgeries during typhoon conditions. Survival rate: 100%…”

“Can’t be real?” Lucian’s voice sharpened. “Each of them has saved more people than you’ve ever treated.”

The girl with the glasses lunged for the papers, desperate for anything that could salvage her certainty. But when she saw “Holly, fastest recorded battlefield amputation: 3 minutes 28 seconds,” her knees buckled. She dropped to the floor, staring at the line as if it were written in another language.

“Three minutes…” she whispered. “That’s impossible…”

As a medical student, she knew exactly what it meant.

Loyce walked over, took the documents back from Oscar’s numb hands, and looked at them all.

“Do you still think they don’t deserve to be doctors?”