Chapter 84: The Military Doctor's Mission

"Kyle, I've brought all the information you asked for on the military doctor." Frey walked into the room with a stack of bound documents and placed them on the desk.

Kyle nodded coldly as he sat in the office chair. He took the documents and began to flip through them one by one.

Frey stood in front of the desk and looked at Kyle with a puzzled expression. "I thought you had thought it through and wanted to take care of the major general's affairs. Why are you so concerned about the military doctor on the battleship?"

"I met an interesting guy." Kyle replied casually. His eyes narrowed slightly as he flipped through the documents in his hand. He found a personal file that he wanted to read.

On the personal file, there was a black-and-white photo of the female military doctor with a bright smile on her face.

Satana Caroline: Female, age 16, height 165 cm, weight 43 kg. Born in 1928, home is located at B012, Atlanta, USA. Current family status: Single, parents are local farm workers. Student of the Saint Level Medical School. In January 1944, she passed the school's voluntary application to support the frontline. In February, she became a first-aid military doctor.

"Sixteen years old, just became a military doctor this month …" Kyle raised his eyebrows and threw the file in his hand on the desk. He asked expressionlessly, "She's underage and just became a military doctor this month. Can she directly participate in a large-scale battle on the battleship?"

"There's nothing surprising about that." Frey touched his bald head and replied, "During World War II, there were exceptions to everything. There were not enough medical personnel in the military to begin with, so some hospitals or schools would often advertise and recruit volunteers. There are more than one hundred and fifty thousand American soldiers involved in this battle, most of them from the army, so every battleship needs to be equipped with a team of medical personnel."

Kyle did not speak. His fingers tapped on the desk as if he was thinking about something. Frey was a smart person, and his eyes fell on the file as he said solemnly, "Is there a problem with this female medical personnel?"

"There is a problem, but you don't have to worry about it. Leave it to me," Kyle said as he gave Frey a secret order.

"I understand." Fury nodded and left the office as if he had received an order.

Kyle folded the documents neatly and placed them in the drawer. He sneered. "I want to see what tricks the Soviet Union wants to play by sending an untrained agent."

At this time, in the medical room of the battleship, four young female nurses in white dresses were discussing enthusiastically. "Little Nana, I heard that you almost ran into Major General Kyle?!" "Hey, are you serious? Is Major Kyle as cool and handsome as in the documentary?" "Is that the main point? Be careful, don't give the general any trouble next time!"

Satana finished bandaging her slender calf and sat on the single medical bed in the room, staring out at the blue sea through the circular glass window. She was in a daze. The first plan, the unexpected bridge encounter, had failed.

Thinking back to the encounter just now, Satana clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Oh my god! Is there anyone who treats a beautiful girl like a kitten? Usually, when a normal man faces a girl, shouldn't he reach out and hold her? Could it be that I'm not pretty enough?" Satana touched her face subconsciously. From the moment she entered the Red Room, the organization had taught her to achieve her goals by hook or by crook, and the temptation of beauty was one of the secret weapons exclusive to female agents.

No, she could not deny her outstanding appearance because of one failure. The main reason for the failure was that the target was not a normal man! Satana thought to herself. After all, the target was an executioner with tens of thousands of enemy lives in his hands, a war demon in the eyes of the enemy countries.

In fact, when the organization announced that the target of this test mission was the US military's Kyle, many senior agents turned pale with fear that they would be selected for the mission. Satana, however, had taken the initiative to take this test mission, although she had no choice in the matter. The mission to assassinate the leader of the ninja organization "Hand" was far more dangerous than simply taking care of Kyle, who was not used to being on a ship.

"Plan one has failed. I have to find another opportunity to contact the target," Satana thought as she heard a navy soldier rush into the infirmary in a panic. "Major General Kyle may not have been on a ship before, so he's not used to the environment here. He's a bit unwell right now —"

Before the navy soldier could finish speaking, the female military doctors in the infirmary had already raised their hands and said in unison, "I'll go. Please let me take care of him!"

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"Could a legendary hero like that also get seasick?" Satana wondered, before being interrupted by a navy soldier with a troubled expression. "Major Kyle said he just met a military doctor named Satana. Just let her go. Which one of you is Satana? Come with me."

At these words, Satana was stunned. The other female military doctors also focused their envious and jealous gazes on her. The navy soldier urged, "You must be Satana. Hurry up and take the medical kit and come with me."

"Oh, okay," Satana replied, nodding. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together, getting down from the infirmary bed. This was the best opportunity to get close to the target, no matter what.

The navy soldier led Satana, who was carrying the medical kit, all the way to the door of the office. He knocked and reported, "Major General Kyle, I've brought the military doctor."

"Let her in," came the young man's calm voice from behind the door.

"Okay," the navy soldier replied, opening the door and motioning for Satana to go in by herself. Satana slowly stepped into the office, the door closing behind her as the navy soldier left.

She followed his gaze and looked forward. Kyle was sitting in the office chair with one hand on his forehead and his eyes closed, as if he was resting. His handsome face was gloomy and uncertain, as if he was really sick.

"General Kyle," Satana said tentatively as she walked to the office chair and stopped in front of it.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked at Satana. He said softly, "You're here. When I came down from the deck just now, I felt dizzy and a little nauseous."

"This is the precursor to seasickness. People who take a ship for the first time often experience slight discomfort. You can take some seasickness medicine to reduce the reaction," Satana said softly as she found a box of pills in the medical kit. She carefully took out two pills and handed them to Kyle.

"Then I'll give it a try," Kyle said, nodding. He glanced at the seasickness pills and then took them, swallowing them with a cup of warm water. As long as he focused on an item, the exact information of the item card would appear in front of his eyes. This meant that even if it was a well-designed poison, Kyle would not fall for it as long as he was prepared.