He didn't want to hear that man's name. He'd said before that he never wanted to see him again.
But after long consideration, he finally said in a cold voice, "He hasn't touched a scalpel in years. Is he even qualified to be a surgeon anymore? Get the other first-rate orthopedic surgeons to assist him with the diagnosis."
The word "assist" made it clear that Howard was still the lead on the case. Yuri hadn't given up on him completely.
Sean gave a firm "Yes," and left happily. 'At least, amid all this tragedy, there's one piece of good news: His Majesty and Howard might reconcile.'
Among all their sworn brothers, Howard had always been the closest to His Majesty. 'With everything His Majesty is going through now,' Sean thought, 'he must be in immense pain and in desperate need of someone to talk to.'
As his subordinates, they could see it all, but no matter how close they were to their master, they could never truly reach his heart.
