Serena's fingertips curled tight.
Her gaze drifted slowly to the designation stamped on the transparent pod.
A.W.S-14.
To everyone else, the name Aria Wynn might just belong to a top-tier researcher lost to history.
A legend, a name studied by countless ambitious minds.
But to her, it belonged to the person she respected most in the world.
The hands in her memory had once held hers, teaching her to identify herbs, guiding her fingers as she practiced medicine.
Telling her, "The purpose of our research isn't to create something more powerful. It's to serve our country, to benefit the people, and to save lives."
Grandma Aria had dedicated her heart to her country and her people, yet now, whenever her name was uttered by these vultures, it was linked to the twisted modifications inside that pod.
But she pushed those suffocating waves of emotion down in an instant.
Right now, she was The Panacea, not Serena, and not the granddaughter of Aria Wynn.
She couldn't afford a single moment of weakness.
When her raven-like lashes fluttered, any trace of vulnerability had vanished from her eyes.
All that remained was her usual icy composure, tinged with a faint, detached annoyance at the noise.
She raised her hand and tapped a few keys on the console.
As several logs expanded on the screen, her crimson lips curved into a slight smirk. "Stop jumping to conclusions."
Her voice was soft.
But through the microphone the Lead Auctioneer had specifically clipped onto her, it echoed clearly across the entire auction floor.
"This is not Aria Wynn's human specimen."
"I want the raw data. Don't give me whatever summarized brief you've cobbled together."
The Med-Tech unit immediately responded, "Understood."
The team quickly divided the tasks, assisting her with the public diagnostic.
Serena continued to work the terminal in front of her.
She didn't open all the files. Instead, she extracted specific logs relating to the timeline of modifications, recent pharmacological treatments, and the neural control implants. "Sync this portion to the main display."
The Med-Tech members complied, routing the feed to the presentation monitors.
Within seconds, several sets of clear data populated the massive screen behind The Apex Bio-Transfer Pod.
The first to appear were the recent catalytic drug administrations.
The logs of drug injections across various timestamps matched perfectly with the corresponding neural feedback data from within the pod.

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