Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 779

The two of them had spent nearly a week running themselves ragged, but at last, everything was settled.

When Camila Davis returned to report at the military base, Neville Parsons couldn't stop praising her medical skills.

“I must say, anyone who can win him over must be truly remarkable. Ms. Davis, your abilities are extraordinary!”

It was no surprise that Neville Parsons’s attitude had shifted so quickly.

After all, every patient Camila had treated recently was showing clear improvement. The aches and discomforts that had plagued them were noticeably eased thanks to her acupuncture and holistic therapies.

Neville went on, his admiration plain: “Honestly, I never expected problems that had left our best doctors stumped to be solved by these traditional techniques you learned at medical school. Ancient medicine is a treasure—it truly deserves its reputation as a national heritage.”

Camila nodded. “Traditional medicine has its own unique strengths, especially when it comes to nurturing and restoring the body. The whole process is gentle, using targeted stimulation to gradually awaken the body’s own healing abilities. That’s something modern medicine and pharmaceuticals simply can’t match.”

She knew well enough: Western medicine tends to treat symptoms directly, fixing what’s obviously broken but sometimes missing the underlying cause. Traditional medicine, on the other hand, focuses more on balance and long-term wellness.

As she spoke, Camila glanced at Neville, then said, “Mr. Parsons, I’ve heard you’ve had issues with your hearing. If you don’t mind, would you let me take a look? Free of charge, of course.”

Her treatments for the Special Forces had been covered by the military—with all the fees and expenses taken care of. This, though, was Camila offering a personal favor.

After these past few days working together, she’d seen for herself: Neville Parsons was genuinely dedicated to his team, the kind of leader you seldom find. He might seem stern and unapproachable at first glance, but once you really got to know him, it was clear he was a good man—one whose abilities commanded respect.

Neville looked surprised at her offer. But in the end, he waved a hand and said, “I appreciate it, Ms. Davis, but there’s really no need. My hearing problem isn’t a simple case of hearing loss. It’s been over a decade, and our doctors have already diagnosed nerve damage. I’ve tried treatments before, but nothing’s worked. I’d hate to waste your time.”

Camila wasn’t ready to give up. “What do you have to lose? Even if my approach can only restore a little of your hearing, that’s still something. It won’t take long for me to examine you, right?”

Truth be told, Neville was tempted. His hearing loss wasn’t just an inconvenience; at times, when his emotions ran high, it brought real pain—sometimes so severe that half his head would throb unbearably.

Neville had suspected as much, but the reality still left him looking defeated.

He’d first noticed his unusual ability to perceive others’ thoughts as a child, long before he understood how to control it. Relying on that ability, he’d grown accustomed to ignoring the world’s actual sounds—by then, his hearing was already starting to fade, though he hadn’t realized how serious it was. It wasn’t until he’d joined the Special Forces and suffered a mission injury that the problem finally came to a head. Because of his abilities, he never thought it was a real issue—and his family certainly never considered seeking help from traditional medicine.

Seeing the shadow in his eyes, Camila tried to reassure him. “Don’t lose hope. While a full recovery isn’t possible, with proper treatment and care, I can guarantee you’ll regain at least some of your hearing. It won’t be perfect—probably not as sharp as it once was—but it will be better than it is now. Just remember, you’ll need to take it easy and avoid overexerting your ears from now on. The decision is yours.”

As soon as she finished, Neville’s composure broke; excitement flickered across his face. “Are you serious?”

Camila nodded. “If I didn’t believe I could help, I wouldn’t offer.”

Neville sprang to his feet, all pretense of his usual calm gone. “Then let’s do it! Camila, if you can really restore even a little of my hearing, I’ll owe you more than I can ever say.”