Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 79

Camila Davis didn’t know any of this.

She was still going non-stop, treating those special forces guys like always.

After her performance yesterday, word had spread through the entire base—this lady was a miracle worker. Stories flew around: chronic aches cleared up, old injuries fixed in a snap. No wonder the line outside the clinic was way longer than usual today.

Normally, Camila only worked half-days, but today she stuck around for two extra hours, waiting for Dennis Williams to show up.

Mr. White didn’t dare push her too hard, either. Finally, only two patients were left. He turned to Camila and said, “These two are the guys Mr. Williams treated last night—Luke and Carl. They both have some old issues. Mind taking a look before you head out, Ms. Davis?”

“Of course,” Camila said, giving the guys a quick once-over.

Neither of them looked a day over thirty, but they were pale and tired, with a weird grayish tint to their skin. They looked anything but healthy.

She frowned, a little concerned. “What symptoms are you dealing with, gentlemen? Are you sure you’re done with treatment?”

They didn’t look it.

Mr. White shook his head. “Their cases are complicated. The main problem is their mood swings—they go from hyper to depressed in a snap… But Mr. Williams has never failed. He’ll get them sorted, I’m sure.”

Camila didn’t doubt Dennis’s skills, but something just felt off about these two.

Especially the veins on their foreheads—those stood out in a way that just wasn’t normal.

Trusting her instincts, Camila’s expression turned serious as she checked their pulses.

Mr. White noticed her concern right away. “Ms. Davis, is something wrong with their conditions? The army doctors treated them first, and even assigned special care.”

Camila shook her head. “I’m not sure yet. Let me keep looking…”

She released their wrists, then checked their eyes, the whites, a few subtle reflexes—basic neurological stuff. Finally, she pressed her fingers against their temples.

Instantly, both men flinched, their faces twisting with discomfort.

Camila knew, right then and there, that something was wrong with their brains—specifically, their nervous systems.

“I used to get these wild mood swings,” Luke said, sounding amazed. “Sometimes I’d get so mad I wanted to smash my head against a wall, like I needed to break something—anything. But now? That urge is just… gone. It’s weird.”

Carl nodded, “Same here. Even when I was calm, my mind was never really quiet. But now it feels like my brain’s been scrubbed clean. I’m calm. I’m thinking straight for the first time in months.”

Camila just smiled, not surprised at all. “Your environment must’ve been hell. It messed with your heads and your bodies, especially your nervous systems. But you’re good now. You’ll be fine from now on.”

The two soldiers thanked her over and over.

She handed them prescriptions. “Take these with meals, three times a day. And this oil—rub it on your temples before bed every night. It’ll help your nerves recover. Give it two weeks and you’ll be back to normal.”

Mr. White looked on, stunned.

Wait… That was it? They were actually cured?

He rushed out the door to make a call—this was something Mr. Williams needed to know, ASAP.