The other foreign specialists stared at the monitors in absolute disbelief.
The profound reverence from Dr. Dawson and Master Langford had been shocking enough. But these men on the screen? They were the top ten medical minds in the world.
The doctors in the ward who didn't recognize Serena finally began to connect the dots. This impossibly young girl wasn't just a prodigy—her medical expertise was likely on a terrifying, god-like level.
Serena paid no attention to their shocked stares. She was entirely used to it.
She walked straight to the beds of the most critical experts, her calm gaze sweeping over their deteriorating bodies. Reaching out, she took the priority files from Dr. Dawson.
Within seconds, she absorbed the terrifying data.
Her cool eyes darkened slightly. "The Obsidian Sun didn't hold back."
These experts had been subjected to unimaginable horrors. Every organ, every nerve ending, every biological system keeping them alive had been repeatedly destroyed and artificially kept functioning as twisted lab experiments.
The fact that they were still breathing was a miracle in itself.
Dr. Dawson's face was grim. "Yes. The organ damage is catastrophic. The long-term chemical abuse has completely ravaged their cellular integrity."
Master Langford frowned deeply. "The disease isn't the hardest part. It's that they have zero physical reserves left. If we use standard aggressive treatments, they won't even survive the first round."
Dr. Dawson pointed to the first few charts in Serena's hands. "Miss Serena, these seven are on the brink. Their vitals could flatline at any second."
On the video feed, Dr. Baldur, Professor Victor Sterling, Dr. Vance, and Dr. Smith all looked incredibly tense. Placed in front of any world-class medical team, these cases were considered dead on arrival.
Serena studied the final page detailing their neural activity.


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